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“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” she tells me, her free hand working at the hem of my black top. “And if you won’t let me wear that shirt, maybe you should just give me yours.”
I don’t have a minute to respond as she pulls her wrist from my grip and lifts my shirt up, her fingers dragging on my skin.Fuck.I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but as she reveals my chest, her mouth opening on a gasp when she takes in the ink there, I’m surprised my jeans don’t pop open, thanks to the way it strains against the zipper, bursting to get free.
“Is that . . .” She pauses, her eyes drawing over the lines staining my skin.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” She nods, her tongue dipping out to swipe over her bottom lip, and I have the desperate urge to replace it with mine. To claim her mouth and devour her. But I won’t. “I don’t kiss on the mouth,” I tell her, and her eyes snap to mine.
“Still?”
“Still. Kissing means more, Bumblebee, and I haven’t gotten there yet.”
Her eyes flash with something, but it’s gone in an instant, her surprised expression morphing into hunger when she pulls the shirt over my head. I don’t want to think it was hurt swimming in her irises because my rule stands. I’ve never kissed a single girl in my life. I’ve done many things, far moreintimatethings in others’ opinions, but my mouth has never strayed.
Kissing feels special to me, and for a long time, there was only one person I ever thought of giving into that for. But as she stands in front of me now, I know I can’t. Because it does mean more, and with Beatrice, it would mean everything, and I can’t give her that. I can only give her tonight.
She steps back, a hand going to the back of her neck as she peels the black halter over her head, holding the material tight to her chest while she turns around. My eyes draw to her tattoo, and I step forward, my height shadowing her while she places her arms into the sleeves of my shirt.
My fingers trace over the ink on her back, lingering on the symbols on her spine as she trembles beneath me. Doing it over and over, goose bumps rise on her skin, and she shudders a breath. A satisfied smirk takes over my lips as she pulls it over her head and spins, forcing my hand to fall from her back.
The moment she’s facing me, she pulls the black material of her one piece from under the shirt, shimmying it down her legs until she kicks it away. And every dream I’ve ever had of her in my clothes—only my clothes—comes to life, but the reality is better than I could have ever imagined. While not getting to see her tits might be a goddamn travesty, this is a compromise I can deal with.
“On the bed, Beatrice.” An audible breath falls from her lips at my command, and for a second, I think she’s going to deny me, but she licks her lips, her eyes dipping to the waistband of my jeans, and she takes steps back, one after the other, until her legs hit the end of the bed, and she sits down, shuffling until her back is pressed to the headboard. Her legs open slightly, giving me a glimpse of black lace, and I think I die and go to heaven at that exact moment. “Fuck me.”
“I’m trying to,” she quips, her eyes alight with fire as my hand moves to my button, flicking my jeans open before I push them down and away from my ankles, leaving me in only black boxers.
I climb onto the bed, grabbing one of her ankles and tugging her down until she’s flat on her back. Her hands find my chest, her fingers dancing over my skin as she traces over my abs, sending a shockwave straight to my dick.
Lowering myself, I press against her. The sharp gasp that leaves her lips has me leaking like a teenager, and I roll my hips over her center, reveling in the way her eyes flutter closed as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” I ask her, grabbing her hands in one of mine and pinning them above her head. “Thought about what you’d feel like beneath me, writhing in ecstasy while I slide inside you inch by inch, teasing you until you beg me to fuck you?”
She shudders, her eyes flying open the moment my tip finds her clit, pushing down just enough that the black lace grazes against her. A muffled moan slips from her mouth, and in that moment, the only thing I want is to lean down and press my lips to hers.
But just as I almost do—breaking my one cardinal rule—she frees a hand from my grip and runs it over my chest. Her nails drag along my skin until she reaches the waistband of my boxers and tugs lightly before slipping her hand beneath and finding my hard length.
A groan falls past my lips as she teases the length of my cock with a whisper of a touch. Her eyes clash with mine, and she whimpers, guiding me over her panties again.
“I need to feel you, Maverick,” she breathes, her hand closing around me as she lifts her hips, meeting me as I thrust slowly against her, her fingers dragging over me while she fists my dick.
“Have you . . . since . . .” She shakes her head, shuddering as she pulls in a deep breath. “Bea, we, I—”
“Maverick,” she says, applying just enough pressure that my body reacts on its own, pressing against her. “Stop talking.”
“Bea—”
“You can either fuck me yourself, or I’ll take matters into my own hands,” she says, relinquishing her hold on my dick and moving her shirt up enough to reveal her black lace. My mouth waters at the sight, the need to taste her overwhelming.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she replies, pulling her panties down. I lift just enough to allow her to shuffle them down her legs, and I know there’s no turning back for me now. “You can’t hurt me, Maverick. Not with this.”
She’s so sure. So confident in my ability to be gentle with her body that she trusts me with this, after . . .Shit. The pressure is too great, but the moment she spreads her legs and tugs my boxers down, I’m done for.
My hand finds her slit, and my finger teases her, moving up and down her slick heat. She moans when I find her clit, teasing her with slow circles until she’s writhing beneath me, begging for more.
There’s not much I can give her, but this is something I can. Pulling away, she whimpers, her hands reaching to pull me back, but I slide off the bed, falling to my knees as I grab her ankles.
She gasps, her back arching off the bed the moment my mouth meets her pussy. I flick my tongue, teasing her as I learn what she likes and doesn’t.
