“Goddamn!” he bellows, using his hold on me to roll my hips harshly against his. “You’re so hot, even through my fuckin’ jeans I can feel your heat, darlin’. Keep ruttin’ against me and you won’t be the only one that comes fully clothed.”
I release the hold my teeth had, licking the spot with my tongue before trailing it up to his ear, nibbling on his lobe before whispering into his ear. “Then hurry, cowboy.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement from me. The second my words are out, I continue to lick and kiss down his neck, and he starts walking again, faster this time, if that’s even possible. I’m not aware of anything else around us except for the overwhelming need that I feel for him. This last month has been a whirlwind of emotions, all of them building to this, us coming back together—but this time it’s fueled by the love we both have for each other, making it more powerful and all-consuming than I could ever imagine.
No longer willing to waste another second, I hunch my back and give myself a gap between our bodies to drag my hands from his shoulders and down to his stomach. When I pull his shirt from his pants and push my hands under the material, his abs clench under my touch and he grunts. Encouraged by his reaction, I quickly bunch his shirt up, knowing he can’t remove it without dropping me, but I get it far enough up that I can still tease him further. Drive him just as mad as I feel.
I have his shirt as high as I can get it. I peek my eyes open slowly and try to focus through the lust-filled haze that’s floating around us. Right when he steps into my bedroom, I turn my head and bend my neck, taking his nipple between my lips with a wet suck. The words that leave his mouth are completely inarticulate. Just a garble of sounds that escape in a rush.
And then, I’m flying through the air with a breathy gasp, landing in the center of my bed. My hair completely covers my face and it takes me a second to recover from the shock of his toss before I can move my arms and start to push my hands through the tangled locks, parting through my curls to see Maverick. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that met my eyes when I finally cleared my vision, though.
No, there wasn’t a thing in the world that could have prepared me for what Maverick Davis looks like when he’s let go of his fierce control. To see him let his guard down while everything he has kept locked deep inside him was finally able to break free, creating an almost tangible electricity around the room that whips, rolls, and pings across my body with just the heated connection of our stares.
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt in my life. He no longer has an air about him that screams lost, wounded, and withdrawn. He, standing in the middle of my girly bedroom, looks like he has found the purpose for his heart. And that purpose is me and me alone. I feel the sob clawing up my throat before I can even do anything to stop it, the sound choking me the second it bursts through my lips.
He grabs the shirt that’s still bunched under his arms and with a grunt, pulls it over his head and throws it somewhere to the side. His chest heaves as he prowls to the end of my bed, the bronze tan of his skin looking darker in the muted light the moon casts through the open windows.
When he is close enough, his hands make quick methodical work of pulling off my boots and socks, letting them fall to the floor. I push off the bed and scoot to the end, wrapping my fingers around the heavy buckle on his belt. I glance up, through my lashes, and wait to see the flash in his eyes before I pull the thick leather through the loop. My hands push between his jeans and the thin layer of his boxer briefs, dragging them down his thick thighs.
His nostrils flare, the only warning I get before he pounces, moving with the strength and agility only an athlete can master, and even with his jeans around his knees, he has no trouble maneuvering my body to get what he wants.
What he needs.
What I need.
What we crave.
25
MAVERICK
“The Only One Who Gets Me” by Charles Kelley
I’m on fire.
The blood that is rushing and roaring through my overstimulated and deprived body makes me feel like I’m seconds away from exploding. Literally, it’s as though Leigh keeps sparking new flames through my body. Fuck, I almost came in my pants when she bit down on my neck. But somehow I held back. Kept my control. It wasn’t until just now that I knew holding that control was futile.
I almost trip, the pants stuck on the top of my boots, resting right at my knees. I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to stop long enough to get them off. The only thing I can see right now is her.
Leighton’s hands slip under my arms and I feel them press against my back. Almost like a ripple effect, all the muscles start to spasm and constrict. I’ve never, not in my whole fucking life, felt something as powerful as the two of us together. Not even fully naked, and my chest is so tight it’s hard to breathe through the emotion that is building there. My heart feeling like it’s beating for the first time. Pressing my forehead to hers, I close my eyes and try to calm the wild thumping.