“I could make it easier for you.” He grabs me by the hips and lifts so my ass is resting on the center console. His hands glide along the inside of my thighs, thumbs brushing over the place where my fingers disappear inside me.
“Look at you. So fucking perfect.” He drops his head and bites his way up the inside of my thigh, then licks along the edge of my fingers, still buried inside me. I suck in a sharp breath as he eases a finger in alongside mine.
He pauses and lifts his head. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “No. I need more.”
He keeps going, and I feel his finger moving along the back of mine, curling over my middle and ring finger, sliding past them. He presses against them, and I moan loudly, bucking my hips up. “There it is. You almost had it.”
“I know. So close, but not quite enough.”
He flutters his finger, using just the right amount of pressure, and the hot edges of an orgasm start to burn through me, lighting me on fire from the inside. It goes on and on, wave after wave of intense pleasure, dragging me under and sending me skyrocketing into bliss.
“I need in you.” Maverick cuts the engine. “We’ll come back for everything else later.”
He nabs his wallet and clamps it between his teeth, opens his door and slaps the interior light off, then jumps down, grabs my ankles, and pulls me onto the seat. For a second, I think his plan is to have sex outside in the freezing cold, but he wraps my legs around his waist and hoists me up, hits the lock button, and uses his elbow to close the door.
The snow crunches under his feet, and I nab the wallet from his mouth. My teeth chatter, and a shiver rips through me as the cold air hits my bare legs. A few seconds later, he pushesthrough the front door of the cabin. A fire, all embers now, glows in the fireplace, which means he found the spare key I keep hidden in the garden shed and managed to let himself in.
He closes the door behind him, shutting out the cold, and carries me over to the wooden island, setting me on the counter. I tear a condom free and rip the foil package open, then realize Maverick is still fully dressed.
I set the condom beside me, push his coat over his shoulders and start on his shirt while he unbuckles his belt. He yanks his shirt over his head when I’ve managed to get the top three buttons open. I shimmy out of my underwear and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. My bra is next as he kicks off his pants and boxers.
His erection stands at attention, thick and long and hard. I wrap my hand around the velvety shaft and sigh as I stroke him a few times.
“Fuck.” He plants his fists on either side of me, watching my hand moving over his cock. He lifts his head enough that I can see his eyes. They roll up once, and he exhales a shuddering breath. “I’m probably not going to last very long the first time.”
“That’s okay. Me either.”
He huffs a laugh.
I pick up the condom and free the latex from the foil square. “And I know you can go all night, so I’m not worried.”
“You’re probably going to have to tell me when you’ve had enough, because I’m feeling pretty insatiable.”
“We match.” I roll the condom down his length and guide him to my entrance. “Now show me that you missed me as much as I missed you.”
The head slips inside, and he pauses, eyes lifting to meet mine. “I needed to hear that from you.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. “And I needed to tell you.”
He eases in, one slow inch at a time. Our eyes drop, and I lower a hand, my fingers grazing his shaft as he pushes in, stretching me, filling me. I drag my fingers over my clit, and everything clenches.
“Don’t do that again, please.”
I clench. “You mean this?”
“Fuck, Clover. You’re killing me. I’m going to embarrass myself.”
I take his face in my hands. “Kiss me.”
He presses his lips to mine, soft and sweet as always. We tilt our heads, allowing the kiss to deepen—tongues stroking, bodies connected, but unmoving, apart from his fingers running up and down my spine.
When we finally come up for air, his eyes search mine. “Why is it like this?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know how to explain it. I want more of you. I feel like you’re as much inside me as I am inside you. I feel seen. Whole. Like nothing matters but you and me.”
