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He tucks his finger under the strap at my shoulder, tugging down to expose a nipple.
His eyes lift to mine as he lowers his head and circles it with his tongue before covering it with his mouth. And my hands are back in his hair. I tighten my legs around his waist and grind against him, desperate for more skin-to-skin contact, more sensation, just . . . more.
But it’s very clear that Maverick has plans, and they don’t include rushing. My bra ends up on the floor with our shirts, and he cups one breast, thumb grazing the nipple while he sucks and licks the other, alternating back and forth until I’m a writhing, moaning mess.
My clit throbs from all the grinding, and I swear if he keeps it up, there’s a chance I’ll come without him touching me below the waist. I’m right at the edge when he kisses between my breasts and starts to head lower. His hair tickles my stomach as he passes my navel. He pushes up, folding back on his knees. His fingertips skim the waistband of my leggings. “Is it okay if I take these off?”
“I would love that, yes.” The less I’m wearing, the better.
I lift my hips, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband, dragging them down my legs.
I start to push my panties over my hips to be helpful, but Maverick covers my hands with his. “I’d like to do that, if it’s okay with you.”
“You getting me naked is absolutely okay,” I assure him.
He grins and bends to kiss the space below my navel.
“Now?” I ask, annoyed that I sound all breathy and desperate.
“Soon.”
Twenty
Every Little Piece of You
Maverick
When she groans my name, I laugh. “Patience, Clover. I’ve been waiting months to get back into bed with you. You can wait a few more minutes before I take your panties off.”
“A few minutes? Don’t you mean seconds?”
“No, but it can be longer, if you keep trying to rush me.” I stretch out between her legs, getting comfortable.
“I need you to touch me.”
“I will. I promise.” I kiss the inside of her right thigh, then lift my gaze as I press my lips against the fabric between her thighs. Parting them, I press my tongue against the cotton, then catch it between my teeth, right over her clit, and pull, releasing it with a quick snap.
Clover sucks in a shocked, needy breath, and I loop my arms around her thighs as I lick up the seam, teasing her for long minutes, enjoying her soft sighs and pleas for more. I hook a finger into the crotch of her panties, and my knuckle glides over her clit.
She bucks and moans. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” I bite the inside of her thigh.
“Just,please,” she gripes.
“Please what, Clover? Tell me what you want.” I splay a hand over her stomach when she tries to lift her hips off the bed.
“I want your tongue on me. I want you to make me come with your mouth.”
“You mean like this?” I pull her panties to the side and lick the length of her, tongue flat against her clit before I cover it with my mouth and suck.
“God, yes.” She shoves her hands in my hair and holds me there—as if I’m planning to move anytime soon. I taste her, lick and nibble and suck, relishing every last gasp and sigh.
Her toes curl against my sides, and a low, guttural moan escapes as the first orgasm sweeps over her.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I murmur against her skin.
“Me too,” she whispers.
