CHAPTER 21
Kaya
Needless to say, I’m freaking tired. I stumble out to the kitchen and head straight to the coffee pot, thanking my lucky stars that I didn’t wake up nauseous.
“Morning.” Maverick says, seeming well rested and handsome as ever. My hair is a snarly mess while his appears shiny and tangle-free.
“Hey.”
“You want to get some more sleep? You look…”
I narrow my eyes at him, as I pour my caramel creamer into my mug. “I look like what?”
“Hot.” Maverick lies with a sly grin.
“A hot mess,” I say, as I slump into the chair across from him.
“Why don’t you go back to bed. We can go to the clubhouse later.”
I shake my head. “No, Ace said he wants to see me before church.”
He raises a brow. “What’s the hurry?”
“I have no clue. It’s not like your president explains himself when he doles out commands.”
Mav takes a drink from his mug. “How’s your girl?”
I shrug. “Miserable. She just cried. As soon as I thought she was relaxing, it would start all over. I rubbed her back, hugged her, and just waited for her to fall asleep. I didn’t know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. You were there for her and that’s what matters.”
“I guess. I just hate seeing her like that.”
I stare into my coffee imagining what she must be feeling. How she got up and went to work today is beyond me. I hope to God that I’m not setting myself up to go through the same heartbreak. I glance at Maverick who is already watching me.
“What?”
“Get it out of your head, woman.”
I stand. “I don’t have anything in my head…I mean, I’m not thinking anything.” I drop my empty cup off in the sink and dart to the bathroom. I turn on the water and quickly undress, leaving my pajamas on the sunflower print bathmat.
The bathroom fills with steam, fogging the mirror before I even get into the shower. The stream of heat warms me to my bones. It’s so hot it’s almost melting away the mounting tension in my muscles. It feels so damn good. The curtain shifts and I jump. I didn’t even hear him come in the room.
“Mav…” I start his name, but my breath catches as he steps in.
His presence makes the entire space feel smaller.
We’ve never showered together before. Seeing him completely naked standing in front of me causes my breaths to quicken.
His muscles aren’t corded or perfectly cut.
His thighs and biceps are massive, but natural, created through work, not working out.
Same with his chest. His muscles just pop without being clearly defined, and I love it.
My eyes rake over his body as he does the same to mine. “God, your body is perfect,” I rasp as I step back, giving him room.
He follows my lead and steps into the stream. He reaches out and snakes his arm around my back, pulling me into him, his cock pushing against my belly. He kisses the top of my head and reaches back to the shower caddy, grabbing the shampoo. “Turn around.”
I almost make a joke about him just wanting to take me from behind but, I don’t.
Instead, I gaze into his deep blue eyes for a moment.
Something passes between us. Intimate and warm.
I slowly turn toward the wall, taking in the diamond pattern of white and green tiles, while I wait for what he is going to do.
I hear the bottle let out some air and then a squirt.
A second later his fingers are massaging the shampoo into my hair and scalp. “Lean back, eyes closed.”
I do as he says, taken aback by the softness and care he’s showing.
His large fingers are gentle yet firm. He lathers my hair thoroughly, rubbing his way to my temples and the back of my head.
I let out a moan without meaning to, but it feels amazing.
His hand slides around my waist, settling on my stomach bracing me in place.
He shifts me slightly so my hair is back in the stream.
He runs his fingers through my hair rinsing it.
I finally turn toward him, confused by this softer side.
“You’re beautiful, Kaya,” he says, low and husky. His southern twang electrifies me from the inside out. My pussy tingles, and my nipples start to peak without him touching either one.
I run my hands up his chest, behind his neck where I lace my fingers together, leaning up to kiss his lips.
The kiss is also softer than normal. Our mouths open, tongues dancing, slowly, but with purpose, both of us tasting like coffee.
His hands move to my back where he rubs tender circles before sliding them down to my ass.
He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth along my jaw, to my neck, and collarbone, before he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Oh God,” I rasp. He runs his hands down my sides before his mouth is suddenly kissing around the small patch of hair at the apex of my thighs.
I grab a handful of his hair as I watch his tongue flick out of his mouth and make contact with my clit.
My legs tremble and muscles go weak at the first swipe of his tongue.
I raise my right foot and rest it on the side of the tub, allowing my thighs to open further.
Our eyes connect as he places one finger just inside my opening.
He moves it in and out slowly before adding a second.
I whimper as I grip his hair tighter in my fist. Taking in this burly man on his knees, ravishing me, as the water rains down on his back is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh Mav,” I whine as his tongue nips and licks my slit.
“Let go baby,” Maverick says before he sucks my clit in between his lips. Every muscle in my body tightens. My stomach becomes a hard band as pleasure runs through me. Maverick brings his hand to his cock and I watch in fascination as his hand slides up and down on his wet shaft.
I thrust my hips forward so he goes harder, circling his tongue faster and giving me more pressure.
“Yes, yes.” I scream out. I feel like my entire body is convulsing.
I grab his arm to brace myself as my orgasm peaks.
My eyes roll back as I moan out in absolute satisfaction.
Maverick’s fingers continue to move as the walls of my pussy throb around them and his tongue continues to works it’s magic as I come.
He finally removes his fingers to hold me steady.
I squint my eyes closed as I come back down to Earth.
I slide my foot back down to the shower floor as Maverick stands up in front of me. He reaches over me to get my loofah and picks up my body wash.
“Wait, what about you?” I ask breathlessly.
He motions to the shower floor and my ankle where his release is evident. “Watching you break apart you had me so fucking turned on it only took a few strokes for me to explode.”
I try to catch my breath as I watch him lather my loofah, speechless.
He runs the soaped-up loofah from my neck down between my breasts to my stomach where he begins washing me.
Gently and with so much attention, he washes my front, even lifting my arms, and washing behind my ears.
He turns me and washes my entire back, down my legs, and my feet, having me lift each one to be sure they got the scrubbing they needed.
When he finishes, he rinses the loofah and hangs it back on the caddy.
I take his face in my hands trying to stifle the emotion I’m feeling, because it’s honestly too fucking much. He gives me a small crooked smile and leans down to kiss me. I hug him. “Thank you,” I whisper.
He lets out a low chuckle. “I should be thanking you. Watching your body react to what I do to you, is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I kiss him again, with literal butterflies in my belly. I know it’s not the baby, it’s far too early for those butterflies. This man came into my life like a wrecking ball. He’s single handedly destroying every defense I’ve ever built against having feelings like this and I never saw it coming.
He ushers me out of the shower, telling me to get ready while he finishes up. I head off to my bedroom with my thoughts spiraling.