Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
STEVIE
T he time warp happened again. I was kissing Maverick in the driveway and then the door to my bedroom was kicked shut and I was on the mattress, trapped beneath his weight.
“I need to shower,” I said as he kissed along my jaw. I couldn’t be sweaty and gross for this.
“No.” A hand dove into my hair, to the sweaty strands at my temples.
“I’ll be fast.” I wiggled out from beneath him, scurrying to my bathroom and easing the door closed.
The moment it clicked shut, I sagged against the surface, sucking in a breath. Oh God. This was happening. Was this happening? I wanted it, more than anything.
“Don’t freak out,” I whispered to myself, catching my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were rosy, my lips the same pink shade. My hair was a mess, and my skin was sticky from the run.
But there was a light in my eyes. A smile on my lips.
I slapped a hand over my mouth, smothering a giggle, as I went to the walk-in shower and turned it on. As steam filled the room, I stripped off my clothes and stepped beneath the spray, letting the glass door swing closed.
My skin felt too sensitive, my nipples hard beneath the rivulets slicking over my body. The ache in my center was dizzying.
I snagged my puff from its hook, soaping it up as I scrubbed with fury. Then I squirted too much shampoo into my palm but worked it into a quick lather. My hands were in my sudsy hair when the bathroom door opened.
“Maverick,” I gasped, whirling. It was habit to cover myself, to cower against the tiled wall.
Even past the steam and water drops on the shower door, I caught his smirk as he reached behind his nape, fisted his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Then he stripped off his pants and boxers, baring himself completely.
His cock was long and thick, hanging heavy between his muscled thighs.
He held my reflection through the glass, his gaze roaming down my naked body as he fisted himself, stroking his shaft.
My pussy clenched, my knees wobbled. It was the sexiest, hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
He opened the shower door and stepped inside.
“What are you doing?” Were we doing this in here? How was that going to work?
“You’re the one who wanted a shower,” he said.
“Okay.” I tried to meet his gaze, but I couldn’t seem to look away from his cock, wishing it was my hand stroking, not his.
I had no comparison, but he seemed huge. His arousal was getting harder, thicker, and when he let himself go, his dick was jutting between us .
A clump of soap and bubbles dripped from my hair into my eye, stinging it instantly. I hissed, rinsing it away.
Maverick’s hands joined mine in my hair as he tilted my head back to the spray. “Let me do it.”
My hands fell from my hair as he turned me around to face the wall, tilting my head back so the water sluiced over my hair, down my spine. Once the shampoo was rinsed away, he shifted closer, the heat from his chest at my back, his broad frame against my shoulders.
My body moved of its own volition, leaning against him. The moment his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, I froze, my eyes popping open to stare at my tiled wall.
“Relax.” Maverick wound his arms around me, pulling my slick body against his.
“I’m nervous.” I wished I had the confidence to be sure in a moment like this. But I was trembling, my heart pounding too fast.
“I’ve got you.” He kissed my temple. “Promise.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes and leaned against him, letting my hands hang at my sides while his roamed over my body, moving from my breasts to my ribs to my hips.
When his exploration was over, Maverick banded an arm across my chest, ready to take all of my weight, as his other hand splayed across my ribs.
It moved, inch by tortuous inch, lower and lower, down my side and around my hip. Then he came to my center, his long fingers sliding through my slit, stroking through my folds until a fingertip came to my clit. One flick and I melted, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“Spread your legs for me, honey.”
This voice was entirely new. Gravelly and dark. It sent a tingle down my spine .
I didn’t like it when people told me what to do, but for that voice? I’d obey every time. I shifted my bare feet on the tiles, taking a wider stance.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He pushed a finger into my core, dipping it in and out.
“Yes.” I rocked my hips against his hand as the throb in my core built. My legs began to shake, my breaths shallow.
He held me up with his arm, his cock pressed hard against my ass, as he fucked me with his finger.
I reached behind me, splaying my hand across his muscled thigh, my fingertips digging in to hold tight, to keep my balance. “More.”
Maverick’s mouth latched on to my pulse, giving it a hard suck as his fingers continued their torment. Every circle of my clit made my breath hitch.
It was ecstasy. It was intimate and freeing. Being trapped in this shower, closed away from the world, the water drowning out any noise, all I could do was feel. I relaxed into the way my body responded to Maverick’s touch, letting every thought escape my mind as he took me higher and higher.
Until I was tilting my ass against his cock, rolling my hips in time with his fingers.
“You’re so perfect.” He kissed my shoulder, dragging his tongue along my skin. “Come on my fingers. Let go.”
I moaned, moving my hips faster as he thrummed his finger on my clit. And then I came apart, my body shaking and quivering as I cried out. Stars broke behind my eyes, my muscles quaking as I shattered, hard and fast.
I sagged against Mav until the aftershocks faded, until I was able to take a deep breath and force open my eyes. “Wow. ”
Maverick’s mouth was at my ear. “You are so fucking perfect.”
I smiled, tipping my face to the water.
He was careful in letting me go, making sure I had my balance before he shut off the water and took my hand, helping me out of the shower. Then he snagged a towel from a shelf, running the gray cotton over my skin until I was dry. He did the same to himself, but used one hand. Like he was afraid if he stopped touching me, I’d disappear.
My hair was a nightmare of tangles, hanging in thick, wet strands down my back as he tossed the towel aside and pulled me to the bedroom.
The light outside was slowly beginning to fade. I expected Mav to leave the blinds open, to do this in the light like he had before, but he kept our hands locked as he moved around the room, closing each shade before guiding me to the bed, pulling back the covers.
The blue of Maverick’s eyes swallowed me whole as we stood together, his hands lifting to my cheeks. He searched my face, then his mouth came down on mine in a kiss that stole my breath. Captured every heartbeat.
A kiss that could stop time. A kiss that claimed me as his. A kiss that promised me the world.
A kiss that I would never forget.
He held me to him like he never wanted to let go. Like the world beyond the walls and windows didn’t exist.
We clung to each other, my arms around his back, fingers digging into the roped muscle of his shoulders as his tongue tangled with mine. As he slanted his mouth over mine, his tongue delving into the deepest corners of my mouth, that desire from the shower returned tenfold.
When he broke away, there was a vulnerability on his handsome face, like he was about to tell me something I wasn’t going to like.
“What?” I threaded my fingers through the dark strands of his wet hair, pushing it off his forehead.
“I don’t have a condom. This isn’t why I came here tonight.”
“Oh.” The disappointment was crushing. The lump in my throat was instant, the burn of tears.
“We should stop.”
“I don’t want to.”
He closed his eyes, dropped his forehead to mine. “I’ve always used protection. Always. I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I was at the doctor for my physical last month. But...”
“I’m on birth control.” I’d been taking the pill for years to regulate my periods. “And I trust you.”
There was an intensity to his expression when he leaned away. A frustration. “I want to do this right.”
“It is right.” More perfect than anything I could have imagined. This had nothing to do with my mission to lose my virginity. I only wanted Maverick.
Maybe I’d wanted him longer than I’d ever realized.
I lifted on my toes, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Please don’t go.”
He growled, taking my face again, and this time when he pressed his body into mine, it was to lay me on the bed, covering my body with his as he settled into the cradle of my hips.
I wrapped a leg around his as the head of his cock settled against my entrance.
Maverick froze and stared down at me, searching my face. His hand found mine, lacing our fingers together. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
“Yes.” As much as I wanted him. As much as I wanted nothing between us tonight.
“Deep breath,” he whispered.
I inhaled, holding it in my lungs.
He rocked his hips forward, thrusting inside with a smooth stroke.
There was a moment of pain, enough for me to tense and wince.
“I’m sorry.” Maverick kissed my jaw, holding steady as my body stretched around him. “I’m sorry, honey.”
My hand clutched his. “I’m okay.”
“Sure?”
The pain was already beginning to fade, the desire returning to chase it away. “I’m sure.”
He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me gently as he eased out and pushed inside again.
The stretch was incredible. I exhaled against his jaw, and as a wave of tingles spread through my limbs, any lingering discomfort melted away. “More.”
He braced above me, one hand diving into my hair, and drove inside, making me gasp. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
My eyelids fluttered closed, too heavy to do anything but fall as he worked us together, over and over, in perfect, rhythmic strokes.
He bent and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before letting it go. Then he trailed his mouth along my throat, licking and sucking and worshipping my body until I was writhing beneath him.
I lifted a knee, the change in angle sending him deeper and I moaned as my inner walls began to flutter .
It was more intense than I could have expected. A million times stronger than when he’d gone down on me last night. His cock hit a spot inside that drove me to the edge, to the point where I knew nothing would ever be the same.
“Maverick.”
“I’ve got you.”
My fingers dug into his back, hard enough he hissed, pistoning his hips faster and faster. Our ragged breaths mingled.
His hold on my hair became a fist, enough for the slightest sting in my scalp. Then his mouth crashed onto mine again and it was sensation overload. I felt him everywhere, through every cell. That lingering taste of cinnamon gum clung to his tongue.
And he kept pounding inside, driving me higher and higher. Too high. It was too much. I was losing control, my body no longer responding to any mental commands. My toes were curled, my legs shaking.
It was too much. My eyes flew open, searching for that spot on the ceiling.
“Let go, Stevie.” Maverick took my hand, bringing it to his mouth, holding my knuckles against his lips. “Trust me?”
I nodded, meeting his gaze.
“Then let go.” He held my hand, so tight I couldn’t let go, then he sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me, fucking me, until I cried out his name.
And let go.
I clenched and pulsed around him, my back arching off the bed, as I gave in to the release, letting it roll through my body, letting it rip through my bones and quake my muscles. Letting the fireworks explode behind my eyes until there were tears dripping toward my temples .
Maverick kept hold of my hand as I came, burying his face in my hair. And with a groan that only seemed to stretch out my orgasm, he poured inside me, his entire body tensing as he came.
We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and thundering hearts. He breathed in my hair, wrapping his arms around me, snaking them between my back and the mattress.
With a quick spin, he shifted to his back, draping me on his chest as he broke our connection.
“Fucking hell.” He dragged a hand over his face. “That was... fuck. You’ve ruined me.”
I burrowed into his chest, hiding my smile in the crook of his neck.
His hand came to my ass, splaying wide over my bare skin. “You okay?”
“Great.”
“Don’t run away.” He kissed my hair, then shifted me to the side, ducking into the bathroom. Drawers opened. The faucet turned on. Then he came back with a warm cloth to clean between my legs.
It was more intimate than the sex. I felt that prickle of tears again but blinked them away, forcing myself to breathe as he finished with the washcloth, then shut off the bathroom light before joining me in bed.
He hauled me into his arms, tossing a leg over mine to trap me against his chest. “Stevie?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want me to stay or go?”
“Stay.”
He wound a lock of my damp hair around his index finger. “Never cut your hair.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “ Mav?”
He hummed, his finger twirling and twirling.
I pressed my lips to his throat. “Thank you.”
I’d wondered what it would be like, the first time. I’d heard plenty of stories from friends about losing their virginity. Most had said it was a little bit painful and a lot awkward. I hadn’t expected it to feel like this. To feel incredible. To feel right. Maverick had made tonight more than I ever could have hoped for.
He leaned away, staring down at me. There was so much tenderness in his gaze it was hard to breathe. “That’s my line.”