“Good. Can you feel what you do to me?”
“I don’t think you could hide it if you tried.”
“That’s right, Sugar. You’re driving me fucking insane. You’re all I can think about.”“
“I think I’d remember if you—” I cried out when he bit my throat lightly, still not breaking skin, but sending me over the edge and into the fastest orgasm of my life. My hips jerked, my body rocking and trembling on his hand as he got me off way too easily.
My heart pounded, my breathing rapid as I slowly came down from the high of the climax.
He was still touching me, though he’d slowed to give me a break.
“That was...” I trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Did you just call me a thing?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.Mything.”
“Now it sounds like you’re talking about your cock,” I breathed, as he pressed a little harder on my clit. “Maybe that’s better than the alternative, considering you were objectifying—shit!” I choked out a curse as he filled me with two fingers.
His cock throbbed violently against my ass, and he pulled his fingers out again, dragging them over my clit.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Fucking you with my fingers. Unless you’d rather do the fucking. I could be persuaded to let you ride them, for a price.”
“What’s the price?”
His lips brushed my ear, still playing with my clit. “I want your clothes off.”
“Unreasonable,” I tried to drawl. I mostly sounded like I wanted him to actually fuck me. Which I did.
“Completely.”
“You want me to take my own clothes off so I can do the work instead of just letting you do it?”
“Yup.” He sucked lightly on my earlobe, and I smelled more burnt vanilla.
“For the love of all that is holy, Maverick, stop licking my earrings.”
“Then take them out.”
“I’m busy. Alternate offer,” I said, arching hard against his hand. “You take my clothes off, and you do the fucking. With your cock, instead of your fingers.”
“Deal.” He had my shirt over my head and my back on the mattress a heartbeat later. My fuzzy pajama pants went the way of my shirt. My bra followed.
Maverick’s eyes blazed over my bare figure. “You are a work of art, Bloom.”
“Quit flirting with me.”
“You think I don’t see the way your eyes light up every time I do? You love it.”
“Fine, I love it.”
“So do I.” He lowered his mouth to my nipple, and slowly dragged his tongue over it. The ache between my thighs was intense.
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
