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I surf on the beach for a while, screaming now and then at the tremendous waves. When I finally take off the glasses, Maverick is staring at me. We pull together like magnets and with one mind, we start to kiss. He inches closer until our bodies are touching and a wave of pure emotion spills over me.
I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline wearing off, or if I’m feeling overly needy given everything. But the emotional connection we made last night is merging with the deep physical ache I feel for him whenever we’re together. I don’t know how long we lie there making out, enjoying just the touch, the feel, the taste of each other, but soon kissing is not enough. My breasts feel heavy and my core is throbbing. I push him onto his back and as he and I come together as one, when he pushes inside me, we make love. I have no other way to describe the coming together of our bodies. It has never been this intense. This deep connection that feels like our souls are bonding with one another.
When we finally reach our peaks of ecstasy together, we come as one, so in synch it is like our bodies and hearts have melded together as our moans echo through the room.
When I come down from the highest high of my life, turning on my side, I snuggle close to him, the warmth of him spreading through me.
“Come here, baby,” he mumbles. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“Our first sleepover, Maverick. Isn’t this exciting?” My sarcasm lacks its usual bite. He’s right. I’m tired and I know he is too. And I just want to erase the memory of everything from my head. He’s lying on his back, and my head is on his bare chest. He smells fresh and clean, and his skin is so warm. From my position, I can hear his heart thumping beneath my ear. Steady, soothing beats.
There’s something different about us, though. This feels more intimate.
Maybe it’s because of the confession he made last night. Opening himself up to me, allowing me to experience, at least secondhand, the traumatic events he’s gone through. He’d been so vulnerable, and for a moment I’d almost felt inadequate. As if this glimpse into his soul that he was trusting me with was beyond what I was capable of taking on.
I’m seeing the same vulnerability in his eyes right now, and I can’t help but feel—
Nope, I won’t go there. One simple heart-to-heart doesn’t change anything, regardless of what we just experienced. This entire relationship we have is sustained by two things: sex and our workplace. Nothing more, nothing less.
Even considering this could be anything more scares me, and with a man like Maverick, it’ll never happen.
Maverick and I settle into a spooning position on the couch and he lightly traces circles around my belly as his arms envelop me. Then he whispers, “Noelle?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing Friday night?”
“Nothing, I think.”
“Good, ‘cause I want to take you out on a date?”
Tilting my head backward, I frown, eyeing him suspiciously. “Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you want that?”
“Because I want to take you out on a real date.”
My heart skips a beat. “I thought you only wanted to have sex with me.”
“Yes. Badly. But maybe I want something more too.”
And I have no idea what to do with that, because something is changing between us, but I have no idea how to feel about that.
Ever since the event, he made me feel cared for. Safe. Precious. Almost loved.
I've never felt this way before.
And more than anything, that scares me to death.
Chapter Eighteen
Maverick
WhenIparkmycar at MediaHire, I turn to Noelle.
“Have an amazing day, sweetheart. I know it might not be easy being back with everything you are going through, but I’m always here for you, okay?”
