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“I missed you too.”
Maven blinks, and I swear her eyes sparkle. “That’s why you came here? To tell me you missed me?”
“Among other things.”
“Like?”
“Like that I can’t get you out of my head,” I say, and my words crack around the edges. “I think about you, every second of every day. I’ve tried really fucking hard not to, but I can’t stop, and I’m done pretending like I can. I’m weak, Maven, and you’ve ruined me. I never stood a chance when it came to you.”
Her breath catches and she parts her lips. I stare at her, and a flash of color catches my attention. I take a step back, and that’s when I realize what she’s wearing.
A jersey.
Myjersey.
With nothing but bare legs underneath it.
“What are you—” I run my fingers across the neckline and down the front, tracing the numbers that sit over her chest. She arches her back and her breaths come out in soft, strangled pants. “Why are you wearing my jersey, Maven?”
“Because,” she whispers, and her fingers hook in the belt loop of my jeans. “You said it was mine for the rest of the season. It makes me think I could be yours, too.”
Seeing her like this, I don’t want to be smart.
I want to be reckless.
I want to be out of my mind.
I’ll worry about the trouble we’ll be in tomorrow.
Right now, all I want is her.
This woman is mine. Fuck the consequences.
“Tell me to stop.” I settle my hand over her heart. “Tell me to leave you alone.”
“No.” Our chests press together, and there’s fire in her eyes now. “I’m done playing games.”
“Fuck it. Fuck staying away. Fuck shouldn’t. I don’t just want you, Maven. I fucking need you like I need air. Can I have you? Please let me have you.”
“Yes,” she says, and that single word rearranges my entire world. “You can have me. All of me, Dallas, because you’ve always had me.”
I crash my mouth into hers.
It’s violent and chaotic. Rough and possessive, and I need her to know that if this is my last minute on Earth, I’d be happy to die right here, her lips on mine.
She’s soft.So fucking soft.A soft mouth. Soft curves. Soft hands that find their way into my hair and tug on the pieces by my ears.
I work my palm up to the curve of her elbow, her neck then her throat, looking for any spot I can touch. I want to feel her to know that she’s real and that I really get to have her in every way I’ve hoped.
Maven mirrors me. Her fingers press into my muscles and the curve of my jaw, and she lets out a laugh that I swallow down greedily. Her laugh turns to awe when I run my hand up her bare leg. It melts to desire when I lift her in my arms and walk us blindly through the living room until her back presses against a wall.
She answers enthusiastically, with teeth and tongue and legs wrapping around my waist. Her heels settle into the small of my back, urging me closer, and I know when I’m buried ten inches inside her, it still won’t be close enough.
It’s like we know exactly where the other is going to go next. She tilts her head to the left and I go to the right. I bite her bottom lip and she opens her mouth wider, letting me soothe the sting with my tongue.
I think I’m on fire, and I’ve never been so eager to burn.
The kisses turn less frantic and more indulgent. We slow down, knowing we have all the time in the world. I savor the curve of her mouth and the moan she lets out when I squeeze her tit. She hums when I grip her ass with my free hand, and my fingers sink into more soft skin that’s going to haunt my dreams for years to come.
