attempting to run her fingers through it fresh in my mind. And holy hell, I’m never going back. The
sharp tugs on my scalp, her breathy moans, and the feel of her under me combine into the absolute
hottest moment of my life and, trust me, I’ve had a lot of hot moments.
At least, I thought I had.
Maya’s hips are rolling under me, legs shifting restlessly. I feel my opening and I take it, sliding a
leg between hers. She opens for me easily, allowing me to settle against her core. I’m cursing both
our pants for keeping us apart, but I’m also damned glad for the control it allows me. I am way too
close to the edge right now. Never, not in all my daydreams, did I imagine she would be so hot, so
open, so receptive to my touch.
She tugs at my hair again. “I need…I…,” she groans in frustration, tilting her head back on the arm
of the couch. Using her grip to push me away, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra with a
frown, exposing every inch of her creamy breasts to my gaze. As soon as she settles back, I swoop in
to pay her other nipple some attention. Her hips writhe again, and she makes a low sound of aching
frustration. I know exactly what she needs, but I don’t think I’m willing to give it to her. She’s not
ready. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m not ready. Because if it’s as good as I think it will be, I’ll be
ruined forever if she walks away after that.
I don’t know if I’m ready for forever. I am, however, planning on making her very happy in the
hour we have before Luis shows up. I move up to her lips, giving in and pressing a deep, breath-
stealing kiss on her before pulling away with a groan. “Maya, you’re so fucking hot.” I can’t resist
teasing her a little. “Maybe we should stop now so things don’t get out of hand?”
Her low growl makes my cock jump in my pants. “Out of hand? Are you insane?” I press my lips
to her bare stomach to hide my smile, and I’ve never felt anything better. The gentle curve of it is so
soft and touchable, I can’t resist rubbing my stubbled cheek against it.
“I need,” she mumbles, hand sliding to the V of her thighs, then up to her waistband.
I yank her fingers away from her waistband and press her hands above her head, leaving her
exposed. “Don’t you dare steal my fun. I’ve been dreaming about getting in your pants for a month.”
She rears up, her torso off the couch as she gets as close to me as possible. “Then DO something
already. What are you waiting for?” Jesus. This woman surprises me at every turn. I don’t know why I
expected her to be shy. She hasn’t been in most of our other interactions. Virginal equals shy, at least
according to every tv show and movie I’ve ever seen.
