Chapter 11 Zoe Has Been Arrested
In a matter of moments, his hands began to roam, seeking to unveil her. He grasped the hem of her top, ripping it away with an urgent fervor that left her breathless.
Rose’s fingers fumbled, desperately finding his suit jacket and sliding it off his shoulders, allowing it to drop to the ground with a soft thud.
Impatience surged within him, his breaths growing ragged and uneven as he deftly unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. His hands moved with purpose to her shorts, swiftly pushing them down along with her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable against him.
His mouth descended to her neck, warm and insistent. His arms slipped effortlessly beneath her hips, lifting her as he pivoted, pinning her back against the wall.
She was suspended, her feet no longer touching the ground, completely at his mercy.
His arms wrapped around her legs, hoisting her up so that her thighs clung tightly around his waist. Against the cold wall, his mouth explored her neck with fervor.
His tongue traced a path from her ear down to the tender skin of her neck, each wet stroke igniting a fire within her, making her breath hitch and surrender to the demands of his kiss.
Rose felt utterly powerless, her strength waning as he claimed complete control.
Maverick’s tongue danced from one side of her neck to the other, teasing her skin with a tantalizing caress.
Rose’s head fell back, a soft gasp escaping her lips as pleasure surged from where his mouth met her skin, radiating downward to the sensitive spot between her legs, deepening her submission.
“Ah…” She gasped again, lost in the sensation of his mouth devouring her neck. Her arms wrapped around his neck, trembling as she strained to breathe, each inhale filled with the intoxicating scent of him.
“Maverick,” she whispered, her chest heaving, overwhelmed by the intensity of her desire.
He was relentless, hunger etched into every move.
One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back slightly, while the other continued to support her against the wall.
His tongue slithered over her neck like a serpent, the warmth and wetness enveloping her with an insatiable craving that left no room for resistance.
“Mmhhmm…” Rose shivered, her eyes squeezed shut, surrendering fully to the sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers wove into his hair, gripping the back of his head tightly, anchoring herself against the storm of desire.
He reveled in the illusion of control she believed she had, though it was clear who held the power. His gaze bore into hers, igniting a fire that compelled her to yield to his every need.
Then, his leg wedged between hers, alleviating some of the weight of his arms while his hand slid down to her chest. His fingers enveloped her breast, and she gasped as his large palm claimed her, his fingers pinching her nipple with a possessiveness that stole her breath away.
“Oh God!” Overwhelmed, her chest burned with desire, and she felt completely consumed by him.
A moan of pleasure surged through her, surrendering to his rough demands.
Within moments, he lifted her, and his fingers were replaced by his ravenous mouth, devouring her sensitive button.
Breath escaped her as he feasted hungrily, his tongue swirling around the delicate tip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking before releasing it with a soft pop, only to take it back in again.
The warmth of his saliva coated her nipple while his tongue stroked over the sensitive flesh repeatedly.
“Oh God…” she whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair as she held the back of his head tightly.
He dominated every inch of her, hungrily sucking, teasing her, denying her the breath she craved.
She longed for relief, yet simultaneously resisted it; the sensations coursing through her were intoxicating, igniting a fire within that demanded more.
His mouth traveled to her other nipple, his tongue gliding over the tip before drawing it into his mouth, sucking with fervor and then letting go, only to repeat the act.
“Mhmmm…” She gasped, her chest burning, completely ensnared by his spell. She struggled to catch her breath, but he showed no mercy, taking total control. His hand roamed like a rogue, a rough palm intent on making her writhe.
The coarse texture of his palm slid over her delicate skin, pressing, pulling, caressing, then releasing before finding another spot to torment.
Exhaustion threatened to consume her, yet waves of pleasure coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless.
Maverick’s mouth moved between each nipple, licking and sucking, repeating the cycle with relentless hunger.
“I want to eat you alive,” he growled, his rough voice sending shivers down her spine as he switched back to the other breast.
He pulled back slightly, slicking his lower lip with a swipe of his tongue, watching intently as his thumb and index finger rolled her sensitive tip between them, then released it.
His palm engulfed the entire softness, his fingers flicking and caressing over and over again, driving her wild with pleasure.
“Maverick…” she moaned, realizing her breath came in shaky bursts, but he seemed oblivious to her need. His mouth latched onto her nipple again, switching back and forth, each movement drawing out sharp breaths from her. Her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips,
“Ahhh… hahhhh.” Every stroke of his tongue sent tremors through her body, and the pleasure overwhelmed her, compelling her to yield entirely to his desires.
Just as she felt herself nearing the edge, about to collapse into ecstasy, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.
Her hands instinctively fell against the wall for support, her body arching back toward him, betraying her with an insatiable need she had never known.
Trembling hands pressed against the wall, her face buried in its cool surface, breaths shuddering.
Moments later, she felt him press against her, his body moving in sync with hers, his hand sliding between her legs. The length of him brushed against her, one hand gripping his girth while the other clutched her hips, pulling her back as he guided himself inside her, inch by tantalizing inch.
“Mhhmmmm…” A broken moan slipped from her lips, making her tremble and quiver under his touch. A sound of pure longing, making her tremble and quiver under his touch.
With each thrust, he filled her completely, igniting every nerve ending, as she surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm, losing herself in the depths of his desire.
Her vision blurred as her breath fogged the wall, every thrust sending delicious shivers up her spine. Each time he buried himself inside her, she felt shockwaves of pleasure rippling outward, melting her from the inside until her legs threatened to buckle.
“Mmmm!” She tried to bite back a moan, to keep their secret encased in the storeroom’s four thin walls, but it escaped anyway—a jagged, helpless sob that vibrated against the bricks.
He moved harder, faster, his hips slapping her thighs in a cadence that made her dizzy.
Rose dug her nails into the mortar, grounding herself in the scrape and sting of stone against her palms. The hand between her legs never stilled, two fingers stroking her with expert precision.
It was obscene, the way he played with her body.
When she felt herself crest again—a white-hot, blinding flood—she tried to hold back, afraid she’d fall apart and disappear altogether.
But she couldn’t. Not with him pressed so tight and alive behind her, not with her own body so greedy for every inch of him.
“Hahhh…! Ahhh!” Shudders raked her shoulders as she arched back, every muscle aching for more. His grip tightened at her waist, bruising and sure, and for a heartbeat he bent to her ear, his breath hot as a fever.
“I absolutely fucking love it when you moan,” Maverick growled, voice rough with his own unraveling.
Rose felt peeled open, a nerve stripped to its rawest edge. Even muffled in this room, even with her cheek pressed to the cool bricks, every sound seemed to echo through her. Each slap and gasp a record of her need.
She clenched around him and he swore, burying his face in her hair. His rhythm snapped, wild and erratic now. The heat built, a sharp-sweet agony, and she surrendered to it, felt herself fracture into a thousand brilliant pieces.
She bit the meat of her hand, muffling her cry as she came, the world telescoping down to the throbbing, the wet slide, the heat drumming up her bones.
He chased her over, hands feral at her hips, his own release shuddering through her with a desperate, low groan like an animal breaking its leash.
For a second they hung together in that perfect, senseless ruin, a tight knot of pulse and sweat and heart.
It was only after, when she let herself breathe, that she realized how hard she was shaking. He stayed pressed to her, forehead to her neck, arms braced around her middle like if he let go she’d collapse. She felt wrung out, boneless, so ruined she might never gather herself again.
When he finally drew back, he did it slow, nuzzling her hair, drawing his nose along her nape before pulling free. They both stood for a beat, unmoored, silent except for the quick-cooling rasp of their lungs.
He was still hard, somehow, still humming with that livewire need. He stepped back, his pants and shirt gone in a second, all of him pale and taut and hungry. She could barely stand, thighs quivering, but he caught her—easy, like she weighed nothing—lifted her bodily and caged her against the wall.
She heard the thunk of her head hitting drywall and then he was inside her again, too fast, too deep, and she gasped, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. They moved together, frantic, both of them slick and noisy and not caring who might hear.
She raked her nails down his back, left half-moons, pulled at his hair until he bared his teeth at her.