Page 70 of August 20

Maverick grabbed his cell. He read and then tapped the screen. After thirty seconds, he put the phone back and dropped down on the mattress with a loud exhale.

Brooke threw her arm across his waist and propped her chin on his chest. "What's wrong?"

"Gotta ride." He cleared his throat while stroking her head.

His cock throbbed between them. They were enjoying each other before the call came.

"Now?"

"Hour." His fingers played with her hair, but his attention was on the interruption.

After having all his attention on her and Skye, she wanted to pull him back to her. He had an hour before he had to leave. She crawled down his body. She could do a lot in sixty minutes.

She wrapped her fingers around his hardness.

Tension marked his forehead. She wanted to make him forget the call and return to what they were doing moments ago.

"I want to take care of you." She climbed up on him, straddling his hips.

He was ready for her. She lowered herself down, moaning loudly as he filled her fully. Every part of her body reacted, and she shivered.

As if he read her mind, he cupped her breasts, warming her sensitive nipples. Pleasure spread through her. She rocked on him, stroking him with her pussy. His length caressed her deeply, and her arousal wound tighter.

She gazed down into his eyes. Caught the desire smoldering beneath his lowered eyelids and pressed her upper body into his hands.

Her movements lengthened, and she rode him harder.

Maverick cleared his throat, squeezing her breasts. Her stomach warmed, knowing that was a sign that he had something to say but couldn't speak without causing him pain.

His thighs came up and tipped her forward. He lowered her, still holding her, and kissed her. Moving her arms, she braced her hands on the mattress above his broad shoulders and stroked him with her tongue.

His hands roamed over her ribs, her hips, and around to her ass. He helped move her. Up. Down. Up. Down. They rocked, moved, loved, kissed, and fucked.

There were no rules.

No one took control. They let their feelings lead them.

She rode him wildly and greedily. He gave it to her hard and determined.

If his body talked, she understood every word it said.

As if reading her mind, he captured her head in his hands and sucked on her bottom lip. Impaling herself on him over and over, she breathed his air as he stole her heart.

In an impossible situation, she'd found love.

Her body exploded in pleasure. Maverick swallowed her cry and grunted. His cock pulsated inside of her as he climaxed. She sank down on him, weightless and weak.

He wrapped his arms around her, stroking the back of her head and putting her face against the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes, cocooned in his care.

For the moment, she thrived and let herself pretend that tomorrow she'd be with him. And, the week after that, she'd be with him. Every day. Forever.

They were married. That had to mean something in the mess they'd created. He had to see that she forgave him for kidnapping her.

All she wanted was the small family someone else created, but she was willing to care for and love.

He lifted her off him and got out of bed. She stretched and sighed, wishing he could stay.

Maverick returned with a warm washcloth, as he tended to do in the middle of the night. He washed between her legs, pulled up the blanket, and kissed her softly.