Fuck yes.
As he kissed me senseless, his hand drifted lower. Lower. Lower. His fingertips feathering over the planes of my stomach before brushing along my hip and toward the apex between my thighs.
The first stroke at my core sent a ripple of desire through me and a moan falling from my lips. My head fell back against the bed, my back arching into the touch as I gripped the bedsheets. Maverick’s lips trailed along the curve of my jaw, his breath fanning against my skin even as his fingers teased and taunted me with a magic all their own.
My eyes fluttered closed as he stoked me higher and higher, like pouring gasoline onto a fire. God, he made me burn. Bright and hot. He moved with the same surety, the same precision and quiet confidence he did with everything else. I’d never thought it more fucking attractive than I did now.
His name was a breathy whisper on my lips.
A hum of approval rumbled through him, sending a shiver down my spine. It was the only sound he’d made so far, and knowing he’d made it because of me… Dear. God.
His free hand cupped one of my breasts and squeezed, wrenching a moan from me as I arched into him.
More. I needed more.
He seemed to understand that. His touches, his kisses, they turned more insistent, possessive. I didn’t want soft and timid, I wanted wild, chaotic. And without needing words, he delivered.
Still cupping my breast, his mouth found my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. All the while, his hand at my core never missed a beat. Never faltered. Another wave of blazing heat seared a path down my spine and all the way to the tips of my toes. One of my hands drifted up to cup the back of his neck again, a silent demand for more. More. More.
He paused, pulling back to look at me.
What? No.No, he couldn’t stop.
But as his heated gaze met mine, I let out a gasp. Fire. Fire and lust and need burned in his eyes. A silent promise of what was to come. The sexiest smirk I’d ever fucking seen blossomed on his face before his lips trailed kisses down the planes of my stomach, along my hip, and down the inside of my thigh. His breath teased me, setting my nerve endings into overdrive. I was so. Damn. Close.
So close to that ledge of no return.
His mouth on my core sent a wave of pleasure rippling through me so intense I thought I might shatter apart right then and there. But it’s like he knew, knew how close I was and didn’t want this to end.
He dipped a finger into my core, his tongue working a special kind of magic as he sent me higher. Brighter. Hotter. I felt like a livewire beneath his touch, my skin, my blood, my nerves all but sparking with need. I clutched the bedsheets, my back bowing off the mattress. It felt so good it was almost painful, teetering that line between pleasure and pain. Every time the flames of my orgasm rose too high and I thought I might shatter apart, he eased up, slowly starting the process all over again.
I was on fire. I had to be. The fact the bed hadn’t erupted into flames was a goddamn miracle. I burned. Burned for him.
“Maverick,” I growled through clenched teeth as another wave of heat rippled through me. He paused at my core and glanced up at me, those green eyes sharp.
“Please,” I all but begged.
His mouth on my core was answer enough, his tongue finding the sensitive bundle of nerves there, teasing taunting, just as he inserted a second finger and pumped in and out. Again. And again. And again.
I came so hard I saw stars, a breathless scream tearing from my lips. My vision blurred and blackened around the edges, each wave of my release scorching through me like a wildfire.
I collapsed against the bed, the air sawing in and out of my lungs as I tried to calm my breathing. Maverick laid beside me, brushing a stray piece of my damp hair back off my face as he watched me in silence.
“That was…” I sucked in a shaky breath and let it out slowly. “That was amazing.”
He offered me a soft smile while he continued to run his fingers through my hair. I turned to face him more fully, pressing a kiss to his lips.
What he’d done for me…
I hadn’t even realized I was having a panic attack until it was too late. Hadn’t even realized how overwhelmed I was. But he’d pulled me out of it. I couldn’t thank him enough. Words just didn’t seem to be enough. But I could show him without words.
I deepened the kiss, one of my hands drifting down his chest and toward the pant line of his jeans. Even as his breath hitched, he halted me with a hand over mine.
I met his heavy, hooded stare. Despite the desire in his eyes, he shook his head.
I frowned. “But don’t you want this?”
He gripped my chin and pressed a feather-soft kiss to my lips before giving a nod.
