Turbulent Desires(30)

"Well, I'm more focused right now on satisfaction, so I think I'll take your advice and attempt to seduce Maverick."

"Maybe because he's the one," Stormy said with a knowing smile that Lindsey wanted to smack away.

"There's no chance he's the one. I'm not interested in the one. I'm  interested in the one right now. Forever isn't going to happen for me,"  Lindsey insisted.

"If that's what makes you feel better for now," Stormy said.

When her friend left, she was grumpy. She didn't want to think about  soul mates and forever-type romances. There were far too many that never  worked out. That's what would most likely happen to her. She didn't  want to feel like she couldn't make it through another day unless a man  was by her side.

So she put her plans into motion. She might not be willing to play with  her heart, but she was more than willing to see if her body was still  working correctly. And she knew just the man to play with to find out.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Something was different in her eyes. Maverick knew from the moment he  walked into the house. He could see it, feel it in the air. He'd been  honorable the past couple of weeks. He'd put her needs above his own.

He'd been aching with a desire that couldn't be quenched the entire time.

"This is my night to cater to you," she said with a gleam in her eyes.

He coughed as he tried to tell himself not to read too much into her  words. "Huh?" He was losing control fast, and the look in her eyes was  making his head spin.

"I'm in charge for the evening." He would let her be in charge any damn time she wanted if she kept looking at him like that.

"What's the plan?" he practically panted.

"You'll see. I'm going to freshen up."

And just like that she disappeared into her bedroom, leaving the door  cracked open. He knew the bathroom was in there, and when he heard  running water, he practically drooled.         

     



 

Maverick knew this cottage inside and out. He'd stayed in it several  times over the past few years. Just knowing she was sleeping in the same  bed he'd slept in countless times was messing with his head enough. But  imagining what she was doing in the bathroom right now was making him  feel faint.

Moving over to the fridge, he pulled it open and spotted a six-pack of  beer. He needed one, or maybe the entire thing, if he planned on making  it through the night with this sexy woman. Undoing three buttons on his  shirt, he was still sweating as he pictured her in the bathroom . . .

Was she in there changing into something . . . silky, soft, and easily  removable? Was she putting on more of her intoxicating perfume or  touching up her pink lips? Was she preparing herself so he could then  unwrap the gift she was presenting him?

Or was he fantasizing way too much?

Yes, there had been a look in her eyes, but that didn't mean she was  ready for them to have sex. He'd promised her he wouldn't do that until  she was asking him. He was seriously considering taking back that  promise because right now he couldn't think of anything other than  sinking deep within her silky pink folds.

Her bedroom door was cracked open, and he wanted to walk through it, and  straight into the bathroom. He didn't know how he was finding the  restraint not to do exactly that. But then she called him.

His body froze at the soft purr of her tone. He didn't have to be called  twice. Almost as if he were being pulled by strings, he began moving.  He entered her dark bedroom and saw the bathroom door open.

There was a soft glow emanating from the bathroom, the flicker of light  casting shadows on the wall. He moved to the door. Then his heart might  have stopped beating for a few seconds.

There she was, sunk deep in the bathtub, only bubbles covering her in  the dim lighting. A bottle of wine rested in a bucket on the side of the  tub and two glasses sat within reach. His head began buzzing at the  absolute beauty of her. She was perfection and he her willing slave.

His mouth dropped to the floor with the look she was giving him. Her  eyes told him she wanted him. Damn, he didn't know if he could actually  make her utter the words. Without even thinking about it, his fingers  lifted as he began undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, then  quickly tossed it away. Pride filled him at the appreciative gasp from  her ripened lips.

Peeling the rest of his clothes off, he stood there, not even trying to  hide the fullness of his arousal that was reaching for her. She stared  at him and he moved with purpose to the tub.

Lindsey shifted over as he stepped inside and sank down so he was facing her.

"I have to say I'm enjoying your plans a hell of a lot more than going  out to play baseball or watch a race," he told her, surprised at how  thick his voice was.

"You told me to tell you when I wanted to have . . . to, you know . . . to have sex," she said, the last word barely a whisper.

"I want you so badly, Lindsey. So while this is killing me to say, I  want to make sure you're ready," he groaned as he leaned back, feeling  her legs rubbing alongside his beneath the layers of bubbles.

"I'm sure-that is, if you want to."

And right there he saw her insecurity and all of his hesitation vanished.

There was no more wavering as he reached across the tub and lifted her  up. A squeak escaped her moist lips as she landed in his lap. He wrapped  both arms around her, letting her feel the power of his desire pushing  against her skin.

He was careful not to sink inside her, although that's all he wanted to  do. He wasn't going to take her like that, though. No, he would get her  nice and hot first.

"I'm . . . uh . . . I'm on birth control. I have been for a long time  because of my periods," she said as she nervously shifted on his lap.

"That's a definite plus," he groaned before needing to feast on her mouth.

The talking stopped as he pressed his lips to hers and ravaged her mouth  like he'd been wanting to do from the moment she'd opened the front  door. There was a new franticness to his touch, knowing he was going to  get to slide inside her.

It took everything in him not to do it right away. The sudsy water, the  candlelight, and her moans were all too much for his senses to bear. He  had to have this woman-and soon.

Trailing his lips down her neck, he nibbled and tasted where her pulse  was pounding before going lower and lavishing attention on her breasts,  which were floating just above the water line. They had been beautiful  before, but with water and bubbles glistening on them, they were  marvelous and tasted so ripe.

She ran her hands through his hair and tugged before trailing her nails  across his shoulders and part way down his back. Each touch from her  heightened his pleasure as he continued to devour her body.         

     



 

Reaching between them, he glided his finger across her opening and  rubbed against her nob, making her groan as she leaned against his neck  and bit down. The pain was pleasure and torment at the same time. He  returned the favor by making her groan again as he sank a finger inside  her. She squirmed on top of him, and he was the one groaning next.

"I need you, Lins," he said as he shifted, feeling the head of his  arousal slip an inch inside her delicate folds. He was trying to hold  back. He knew he should take her to the bed, but he didn't think he  could wait even that long.

"I need you too," she told him and then she shifted, pushing down on  him, and connecting their bodies together. His heart thundered at the  pure ecstasy on her face, at the joy and beauty radiating from her eyes.

He kissed her again as he gripped her hips and began moving her up and  down on top of him. She was so tight, so achingly tight as he moved  within her hot folds.

"Oh, Mav, I . . . I . . ." She threw back her head and cried out, and  then gripped his thickness as she shook on top of him. Maverick followed  right behind her, shooting his pleasure deep inside her heat.

They both panted hard as they came down off the amazing high, and then  he pulled back, looking into her mesmerizing brown eyes. Her skin was  flushed and he needed more. Now maybe they could take their time and  truly enjoy each other's bodies.

Still holding her on his lap, he stood up, water and bubbles dripping  off them. He grabbed a rag and cleaned them both before pulling her from  the tub and drying them off. She tried shielding herself this time, but  he didn't allow it.

She had trusted him to make love to her, and now she was going to trust  him to admire her beauty. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to  the bed and laid her down. She reached for the blankets.

"Don't," he said. Her eyes widened, but she left the blankets alone and looked at him with both fear and trust.

"You are so beautiful, Lins. Everything about you is beautiful. Don't hide from me, please."

He crawled over her body and kissed his way down her stomach, running  his lips across the scar she was so ashamed of. At the same time, he  slipped his finger inside her and began building up her pleasure again,  so she would never think of the scar as ugly, only think of her body as  passionate and desirable.