Chapter 38
“Move in?” I asked through hazy eyes, taking a step back and placing my hands on my hips.
His eyes widened as he stalked forward, not allowing me to slink away from his heady gaze.
I watched as his eyes dropped to my mouth and his hands snaked around my waist, tugging me firmly to him.
Instead of plundering my mouth with his tongue, silencing whatever half-assed response had been on my lips, he trailed one hand up my spine and tangled it in my hair, tilting my head back and trailing his tongue along the delicate column of my throat.
He nibbled lightly on my pulse point, and I whimpered, inhaling deeply as my senses spun out of control.
“Not today. Or next week. But soon. Move in with me. I almost lost you, Summer, and I don’t want to go through that again.”
I pressed myself against the hard lines of his body, reveling in the overwhelming rush of desire that swept through me. My heart rocketed into overdrive as my pulse roared in my ears, and my skin became highly sensitive to every lingering touch of Maverick’s tall frame. Could he mean this? Truly?
I worked a hand under the front of his polo and slid it along the hot, taut skin of his stomach. His muscles jumped and twitched as I scraped my nails along the ridges, needing more contact before the flickering flames of lust consumed me, body and soul.
“Woman,” he growled, making the word a threat and invitation all rolled into one deep, possessive sound that had me wrapping one leg around his to pull him closer. “Answer me.”
“Well, Mina is traveling for the foreseeable future, and I agreed to sublet her apartment, but… yes. Not today or next week, but soon. I’ll move in with you.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I said, allowing my touch to turn just as possessive, but also gentle, as I drew teasing circles around his belly button with my fingertips. “Now, kiss me, Maverick.”
Even in the low evening light peeking through the curtains in his bedroom, I could see the exact moment his face went hard with fierce determination. His grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as he nipped at the edge of my mouth before tilting his head down to capture my lips again.
This time, I was not an innocent bystander, allowing my need for him to shine to the surface as my tongue danced with his. The taste and scent of him enveloped me like the sweetest cocktail, making my head dizzy and my body light.
I’d done this dance of murmurs and sighs before, but never with someone who meant as much to me as Maverick.
It was painful, admitting this surly man had filled a place in my heart more so than a man I’d wasted years on.
But as much as each heartbeat hurt knowing how much of my life I’d watched fly by, a spot south of my heart felt lighter than air—secure—knowing that whatever this was would be worth it in the end.
What we had was building to something greater than either of us had ever experienced.
The friction of his lips on mine was the sweetest torture, electrifying my senses in one terrifying and brilliant jolt.
With a low, desperate whimper, I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw myself into the kiss.
My fears and doubts were replaced with the urgent need to claim.
To mark. To taste. My ravenous lips pressed against his, and my tongue darted forward, nudging his mouth until he granted me entrance.
“Please. I need you,” I whimpered, pulling away and running my hands along his sharp jaw. “I can’t stand it anymore.”
“Is that what you want? Me inside of you, claiming the woman I love over and over until she’s nothing but a quivering mess?”
“For you. Yes. Please.”
No time was wasted between my plea and him delving between my lips again to tease his tongue along mine, making me smother a moan I was sure the neighbors could hear. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned his ministrations just as fiercely as his warm hands splayed wide across my back.
The strength of his hands surrounding me made me feel small and precious, and they rubbed along my back before one gripped the base of my neck to change the angle of our kiss.
His other arm banded around my hips, pulling me tighter against him as he ravished my mouth until I lost all other thoughts beyond how his body felt merged with mine.
Then, his hands began roaming with arrogance, as if he already owned every part of me.
The point of connection where our lips met made me wish with aching clarity that we would connect our other parts as well.
It was too much and not enough as the surrounding energy crackled, ready to explode into a million technicolor sparkles.
Things were about to boil over like an impending volcano, and I wanted to be the catalyst that caused it to erupt.
He pulled back as suddenly as the kiss started, looking at me with dominance and satisfaction, making me aware that my hair was mussed from his hands, my cheeks flushed, and my lips swollen.
“Your words, woman, make me want nothing more than to take you here and now, until you’re pliant and sated under my hands. ”
My inner voice roared with approval as an inferno ignited further in my core, matching the one in his gaze. We moved toward one another again, and I smoothed my hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders.
“I’m only pliant if I choose to be. My will is just as stubborn as yours, and if you tame me, it’s because I let you, and because I own you as much as you do me.”
His eyes seemed to see straight into my soul, his intent clear as he stepped away and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. His smirk could melt icebergs as I followed his lead, peeling off my shirt and bra before wiggling out of his joggers and my panties.
I crawled onto his bed, resting in the middle and watching as he stripped. Before I could question my actions, I spread my legs and watched his eyes widen as he stared, looking at me like I was something sacred.
He gripped his cock, stroking himself slowly as he moved closer. “Look at you. Already wet and willing for me. Like you knew how much I needed to see that pussy before filling you.”
When he settled himself between my legs and brought our lips together again, I knew this was where we were meant to be.
Kisses heavy with devotion quickly turned into a dueling dance for control, which I willingly gave up, allowing him to pin my hands above my head and trail his lips over my body.
“I can’t decide if I want you to keep talking dirty to me, or if I want to just lay back and let you destroy me.”
He leaned down, lips brushing over my cheek before he let them settle next to my ear. “I don’t plan on destroying you, Summer. But you can be damn sure that by the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll only be able to think of me.”
My breath caught in my chest as he released my hands and kissed down my neck, taking a nipple into his mouth.
He went slowly, dragging me into a hurricane of lust and desire.
My hands traveled across his back and down to his waist, unable to stay in one spot and gripped him tightly as he ravished me, alternating between licks and gentle sucks.
The softness of my curves pressed into his thick muscles, and my hips started rocking, bringing my center flush against his hard cock, feeling it twitch between my thighs.
I dug my nails into his tight butt, rubbing myself shamelessly against him to get the friction I craved.
I’d never felt as powerful as I did in this moment, moving from his butt to grab his head and push him harder into my breast.
This felt headier than lust, or even love.
It felt like devotion, and I held him tighter, hoping to show him the same level of need.
Between sharp gasps and sudden whimpers, he moved to the other breast, letting his tongue trail between them, giving me goose bumps along my arms. I’d all but forgotten the outside world existed, too content being here with the man I loved. The man I craved.
Because I did crave him—mind, body, and soul—knowing I’d never willingly walk away from the paradise that Maverick Hansen offered me.
“You wrap around me so perfectly. Like your body was made to hold me,” he panted, dragging his mouth away from my breasts and kissing down my stomach.
My mind was hazy, frizzled at the edges of oblivion as he moved lower. I propped myself on my elbows, taking in his messy hair and red, swollen lips. And as much as I wanted him to continue his path downward, I needed to feel him inside me more than I needed my next breath.
“Later,” I begged, opening my thighs further and wrapping my legs around his waist. “I need you inside me. Need you to take what’s yours.”
If such a thing were possible, his pupils blew even wider and his lips twitched into a feral grin. The jolt of pleasure I felt was so intense, I partly expected my body to burst into flames.
“Is that what you need? Depriving me of tasting you so I can fill you instead?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
He sat up onto his knees and gripped himself again. “I suppose that will have to do, for now.”
I whimpered like a sex-starved nymphomaniac, arching my hips into nothing as I waited, watching with bated breath as he slipped the head of his cock inside me.
“Fuck, Summer. You feel so good. Gripping me so perfectly. How am I going to last once I’m all the way inside you?”
“I’m a minute away from coming just from rubbing against you. I won’t last either.”
The words slipped unprovoked from the very depths of my soul as he slid inside me, letting out a strangled groan as he thrust so hard our hips met. My eyes widened, and I gripped his shoulders, moaning at how good it felt.
I closed my eyes, clenching the comforter as he moved, his pace frenzied. This was a pleasure so intense, I pulled him closer, so his forehead rested against mine and my eyes opened to meet his. We groaned together, twin sounds of shared connection and desire.