Page 126 of Maverick

"Mav," I ask, pulling back so I can see his face. "Did you yell at me that you love me in the club?"

I stare at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The warm water continues to cascade over us, creating a cocoon of steam and intimacy. His eyes, usually so confident and sure, now hold a vulnerability I've never seen before.

"Aw fuck. I did," he says, closing his eyes briefly before meeting my gaze again. "I'm sorry. That's not how I planned on telling you."

My breath catches in my throat. "But did you mean it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyebrows shoot up, surprise etched across his features. "Did I mean it?" He shakes his head, droplets of water flying from his hair. "Of course I meant it. I've felt it for a long fucking time."

Relief washes over me, more soothing than the shower's warm spray. I lean forward, resting my forehead against his lips. "Good," I whisper.

Maverick chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. "Good? That's all you have to say?"

The tension of the night finally breaks, and I laugh, pressing my hands against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath my palms. Looking up into his eyes, I see everything I've ever wanted reflected back at me.

"I love you too, Maverick," I say, my voice steady and sure. "I love you so much."

His eyes light up, a smile spreading across his face that I haven't seen before. He looks carefree, lighter than air. Before I can say anything else, his lips are on mine, urgent and passionate. The kiss is electric, sending sparks through my entire body. His hands slide down my wet skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

I press closer to him, our bodies fitting together perfectly. The cool tiles of the shower wall meet my back as Maverick gently pushes me against it, his kisses growing more intense. The contrast between the cold surface and his warm body is delicious.

His mouth trails down my neck as his hands grip my hips. Slowly, he sinks to his knees, his mouth moving lower. My breath catches in my throat as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, lower still, until...

Yes. Right there.

My head falls back, hitting the shower wall with a soft thud. My eyes drift closed as goosebumps prickle my skin. He teases and tortures with his mouth and tongue, his hands strong and confident on my body.

"Oh, Mav," I gasp, my breath hitching as he explores further, his hands tugging on my leg, pulling it over his shoulder. My fingers tighten in his hair, guiding him, urging him on as my body arches into his, seeking more.

He seems to sense exactly what I need, his rhythm in sync with the beating of my heart. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure intensifies, my body tensing as I teeter on the edge. And then, just as I'm about to fall over the edge into happy town, he suddenly pulls away, leaving me wanting, desperate for more.

"You son of a bitch," I gasp.

His chuckle vibrates against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, he rises back up to his full height, his eyes burning with desire. He lifts me with strong arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips crush down onto mine, devouring me.

Neither one of us can do slow tonight, everything feels fiery and urgent, each taste only fueling my hunger for more. Maverick's hands grip my thighs, lifting me higher, closer.

He teases my entrance with the tip of cock. There's nothing between us for the first time and his eyes find mine, asking permission. I bite my lip, desire clouding my brain as I nod. "I'm on the pill. It's okay."

"Fuck," he groans, his voice hoarse.

My breath catches in my throat as he fills me, inch by exquisite inch. Maverick stills, his forehead resting against mine. I savor the feeling of him inside me, my body stretching to accommodate his length.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders. "You feel so good," I whisper, closing my eyes as I adjust to him. There's something about letting him into my body bare that is so intimate, I'm a little overwhelmed.

His answering smile is soft, tender. But the spark in his eyes is pure desire. Slowly, he begins to move, his thrusts deep and purposeful. I gasp as he sets a relentless pace, my body moving with his, perfectly attuned.

Heat builds within me, radiating from my core outward. My skin prickles with sensation, every touch amplified. Maverick's hands roam my body, igniting sparks everywhere they land.

"Cady," he moans, his voice thick with need. "You feel so damn good."

My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as pleasure coils tight within me. "Maverick," I breathe, my head falling back as I savor the feel of him moving within me.

He groans my name again, his thrusts growing harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the large space, mingling with our heavy breaths and frantic moans.

"I love you," he pants, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear.