The solid wall of his chest under my palms.
The terrifying, beautiful truth that this man is not asking to borrow pieces of me.
He wants all of me.
When he finally pulls back, I follow him without meaning to.
His lips curve against mine as he places one final kiss on my poor abused mouth.
I blink up at him.
Words are gone.
Entirely gone.
First base, apparently, has casualties.
Maverick rests his forehead against mine. His breathing is not as steady as he would like me to believe.
Good.
I hope I ruined him too.
His thumb strokes over my cheek.
“Can I love you now, baby?”
My heart stops.
Then it starts again, wild and foolish.
I should say something smart.
Something cautious.
Something mature.
Instead, still dazed from his mouth, I whisper, “Yeah.”
His eyes darken.
“Good,” he murmurs.
Then he kisses me again.
This time, softly.
Like he already knows he has forever.
Chapter Seventeen
Mia
By the time we leave the lawyer’s office, my head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton and set on fire…pun completely intended.
Insurance terms.
Claim delays.
