Page 110 of Maverick
"Are you….is this okay?" I murmur against her skin, worried she's going to cramp up again. I don't want anything getting between us. The second that thought crosses my mind, I jump up, cross to the door and lock it, then dive back into the bed, rolling back on top of her, riding the waves of her laughter.
"Smart man," she breathes.
"We're not stopping…unless you want to. But I'm not going to risk Nan walking in here, worried. So, no screaming Cadence. You cover your mouth with a pillow if you need to."
Her eyes light with something that makes my stomach clench. My thighs start trembling when she speaks, her voice a low, sultry growl. "Oh honey, I love the confidence, but between the two of us, you're the one that's going to be screaming."
I fucking hope so.
"Game on," I mumble, staring down at her breasts. "But just saying, I always win." Though I don't think I'll ever mind losing to her.
I shift, aligning our bodies, and we both gasp at the contact. The heat between driving away all thoughts except the need to be closer, to feel more.
"Brace yourself", I tell her, and she laughs. That musical sound sends a shiver down my spine and pools like heat in my groin. She's so damn responsive—I love it. Her laughter cuts off on a gasp as I press my lips to her belly button, biting and licking, my stubble brushing her soft skin. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me there as her body arches off the bed.
I want to devour her, consume her, brand her as mine. Slowly, I drag my tongue up her body, feeling her shiver with each swipe. Her breath quickens, turning into these little pants that drive me wild.
When I reach her breasts, I take my time, lavishing attention on each nipple, kissing, sucking, biting gently, while my hand pays equal attention to its twin. She tastes like honey and spice, and I can't get enough.
Her hands squeeze my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as I alternate between her breasts. Her hips rock against me, seeking friction, but I'm not done with her yet. With each nip and tug of my teeth, she gasps, and finally, she has to pull one hand out of my hair to cover her mouth. Victory is mine. I can feel it.
As I trail kisses up her neck, her hands fall away, landing on the bed beside her, palms up like she's offering herself to me. I pause, looking down at her, and she meets my eyes, hers dark and hazy with desire.
"Maverick," she breathes, and it's almost my undoing. I feel her body move restlessly beneath me, a silent invitation to take things further. And God help me, I want to.
But not yet.
I place a gentle kiss on her lips, then trail kisses down her jaw, along her neck. Her pulse beats frantically under my lips, and I love knowing that I'm the cause.
My mouth finds that sweet spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and I suck gently, feeling her shudder. What is it about that simple movement that just makes me feel like I'm the sexiest man on the planet?
"Mav," she gasps, and that single syllable, torn from her in the heat of passion, sends a shot of triumph straight to my cock. I want to hear her say my name again, over and over. I want herto lose her voice because she screamed her way through orgasm after orgasm.
I drag my tongue along the column of her throat, down to the valley between her breasts. Slowly, I work my way back up, taking my time, savoring every inch of her silky skin.
Her breath comes in short, sharp bursts now, and her hands return to my hair, holding me close, guiding me where she wants me. Her body moves restlessly beneath me, her hips arching off the bed, seeking friction.
She's a wildfire, burning out of control, and I'm helpless to do anything but let myself be consumed.
I pin her hands above her head, reveling in the way she writhes beneath me, and her eyes flash with challenge.
"I want to touch you," she murmurs against my mouth, her hips rocking gently against mine.
"I'm in charge," I whisper, nipping at her lower lip. I can feel her smile against my mouth, sense the mischief in her eyes even before she speaks.
"Oh really?" she teases, and then with a swiftness that takes me by surprise, she flips us, so she's straddling my waist, her eyes glittering with triumph.
Well, hell.
I can't help the laugh that bubbles up, erupting into a giggle that I try to smother. I will not have a giggle fit now, dammit. But fuck, this woman throws me off-balance in the best possible way.
She settles herself comfortably on my hips, looking down at me with a wicked smile, and my breath hitches at the sight. Her hair spills around her face like a halo, her eyes sparkling with desire and something more. She exudes a confidence that's damn sexy, and I feel a surge of triumph that she wants me this much.
Her hands begin to explore, mirroring my earlier touch as she skims my chest, shoulders, and stomach with a feather-lighttouch that makes my skin buzz. Her fingers dip into the hollow of my collarbones, tracing the curve of my pecs, dragging nails lightly down my sides. She spends extra time on my nipples, circling, pinching, tugging, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.
My hands flex at my sides, the urge to touch her, to pull her back down so I can lose myself in her body, nearly overwhelming. But I force myself to lie still, knowing she won't deny me for long. And honestly, the view from here ain't bad.
She sits back, her hands trailing down my abs, her eyes following the path her fingers trace. Raising her hips, her thumbs dip into the waistband of my boxers, threatening to slip beneath, but then she skates her touch upward again, tracing the contours of my hips, my ribs, the planes of my chest.