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Maverick mumbled, “Screw it,” into my mouth and backed me up against the wall. The sweet time in the shower vanished, here stood the Maverick I knew—raw and hungry, taking what’s his—and in some sick way, I loved it.
I never thought much about fate or soulmates, but I knew deep down that I saved Maverick so he could be with me. So that I’d be a strong enough woman to take his bullshit when we got to this stage in our life.
It was sick and twisted, but it was ours.
Maverick gripped the curve of my bottom and lifted me to his hips, carrying me to my bed, and shutting the door with his foot behind us. I didn’t care if Frankie heard, or if this would hurt, I wanted to feel something and I wanted it from Maverick.
His mossy eyes looked hungry, his hands steady but quick as he pulled off my t-shirt and shorts, leaving me in a new pair of lacy underwear that he could have melted off me with his gaze.
Maverick’s mouth sucked the flesh of my stomach upward to my bra where he pulled down the cup and pulled my nipple into his mouth. My head felt gone—undone—that I hadn’t realized he’d unhooked the back and freed them.
I clung to his shoulders, loving the pressure he gave me against my spread legs, and the way his mouth sucked and bit every available part of my skin. A dominant groan left his throat, two fingers sunk into my heat and stars danced along my vision.
There were no words exchanged just a rush of lust and want.
We made eye contact as he ripped my underwear in one swift swoop, and replaced the ache between my legs with his fingers. I clutched the covers beneath me, grinding to the rhythm he provided, and my head fell back onto the pillow as tears brimmed my eyes.
His soft chuckle danced along my skin. “This is your last chance,” he said, sitting back to unzip his jeans. I watched in awe at the deep ridge of his oblique, and his thick thighs beneath his worn jeans.
The pair of boxer briefs were black, holding everything I planned to get in mere minutes against his thigh. “Last chance,” he said again, tearing a foil package open with his teeth, his green eyes burning through my flesh.
I swallowed my nerves and lifted my chin. “More,” I whispered.
Slowly, he slipped his boxers off and rolled the condom down his length. I felt my mind racing withwhat-ifs.What ifI was bad at this?What ifit doesn’t feel good?What ifI’m wrong and he’s not the man I’m supposed to be with?
I’d always prided myself on not givingitup so soon, and the thought of losing it to the man who wanted me for life turned me on more than ever. This time, I’d go with my gut, not give in to thoseifsandbuts. The only butt I wanted to see was Maverick Booker’s.
He slid back between my legs, the tip of his length brushed against my slit causing tremors to race over me. “Okay, pretty girl,” he whispered into my ear. “This isn’t going to feel good at first, but I swear I’ll do my best.”
He placed my palm on his back, and I immediately tensed my thighs against his hips. He chuckled. “Loosen up, I can’t get to you.”
I nervously laughed, feeling like a thirteen-year-old, and let my legs fall—shamelessly—for him. He kissed my mouth softly, one palm engulfed my waist and held me still against the bed, and his other elbow braced himself above me.
Slowly, painfully, he entered me. India was right—it sucked. I felt myself break, and Maverick hissed obscenities into my mouth, his fingertips digging into the skin of my hip. “So sweet,” he whispered.
My fingernails dug into the skin of his back, but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved in and out, in and out, until I felt myself loosen and my resolve slip into the pile of our clothes on the floor.
Maverick watched me closely, kissing me into oblivion, while I rode out what I felt would be the longest night of my life. Every groan that left him, every touch of his palm against my neck, every bite he left against my warmed skin drove me higher and higher into the blindly beautiful bliss that was Maverick.
***
Light kisses brushed my shoulder, sending my eyes to half-mast. Maverick’s heavy arm trapped me against his bare chest, and he mumbled something about being perfect and tight into my ear.
I stretched, feeling every ounce of soreness between my legs. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Sore,” I said, my voice raspy from all the moaning I’d done well into the midnight hours. “Sleepy.”
Maverick rolled on top of me. His hair looked smashed from sleep, and most likely my fingers. “Do I look different?” I asked.
The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk. “Yeah, the bigVon your forehead vanished—the mark of the virgin.”
I laughed. “Funny.”
Maverick smoothed down my hair. “You regret it?”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Not yet. Let me get up and walk, then ask me again.”
“Oh, you’ll be sore today. Give it a couple of days and you’ll beg me for more.”
