“Not anymore,” she says, backing up, heading for her bedroom. It kicks in—the adrenaline…the fight or flight response that’s wavered in fucking neutral since the mission. Fight. I’m not running anymore. Not in my head. Not in my life and definitely not in my relationship with Windsor. She’s giving me another chance and, for fuck’s sake, I’m going to take full advantage of it. My paused life is officially in drive.
She unzips her skirt and steps out of it at the entrance to her room. I close the door behind us. I hesitate a second, studying her black thong, and then lock it. She laughs.
“Goose can’t do doorknobs,” she says, smiling, eyes roaming my body like I’m her favorite sight in the whole world. I run my hands through my hair self-consciously. She glances at the closet where Gretchen hung the new dresses all in garment bags. A crease forms between her eyes as she tries to decipher what they mean for our weekend destination.
I clear my throat. She startles.
“I’m not used to having men in my room. But I’m very glad you’re here.” Windsor nods toward the dresses. “We going to the Grammys or something?” I unbutton my pants and let them hit the floor. No underwear tonight. Her eyes widen. Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“We’re going to the bed,” I demand, flicking my gaze to it and back to her. I’m in front of her in the next second. “If that’s what you want, of course.”
I palm her bare ass in my big hands, and pull her against my hard dick. She kisses her tattoo on my chest, rubbing her hands up my biceps and shoulders. Her touch is so reverent, meaningful. I won’t make the first move though. It feels like the first time. There’s just one thing I need from her.
“You know you’re mine, right?” I ask. She nods. I lightly touch her chin and force her wandering gaze to mine. “Forever,” I say leaning toward her so she gets my implied meaning. I can’t be any clearer.
“Make love to me, Maverick Hart. I’m yours forever. And you? You’re mine for eternity,” she whispers grabbing me in her hand. That’s a green fucking light. Her words hit me square in the chest.
I have the remaining scraps of lace on the floor and her in my arms before we even hit the bed.
A realization dawns on me—falling in love hurts. Existing in it is bliss.
Chapter Thirty-One
Windsor
There’s no hesitation on either side. He’s kissing me like I’m oxygen and he can’t breathe. I’m kissing him like he’s a condemned man on death row. I take it. He gives it—all of it. I forgot how delicious his lips taste when they slide over mine. The way his cologne and body wash seep into my awareness cause heat and wetness everywhere it’s supposed to be right now. Lust. Love. They both battle for the front position. I want him to slide into me and finally be connected to him again, but then again I don’t. Because that means it will be over sooner.
“Don’t leave me tonight,” I say when Maverick buzzes his nose down my neck on his way to my chest. I tilt my chin up and arch my back to give him better access. I peer down at him through my lashes as he closes his mouth around a nipple. His grin is deliciously devilish. I missed this so much—this connection that shakes the world around me. I can’t get close enough quickly enough. All the beautiful words from his letter solidify everything. All of my fears and preconceived notions about our relationship dissipated after he confessed everything face to face. Love is louder than anything else. It comes before anything else.
“I want to stay,” he growls, his mouth pressing kisses into the skin on my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair to feel him near me. It’s almost unreal to have him here in my world after everything that happened. I gently pull his head to bring his lips back to mine…exactly where I want them.
I feel him smiling against my mouth. “What?” I ask, pulling myself up to kiss the tattoo on his neck with my tongue and then each dimple.
He presses his hot lips on my neck and trails them over to my ear. Goosebumps break across my entire freaking body. One Maverick move sets me on fire. “It’s been a while,” he whispers. “I’ll try to remember how to do it.”
“Let me help,” I say, taking his shoulders to hoist myself up. I push him back on the copious amounts of throw pillows and smile. It reminds me how badly I wished he were with me when we had our sexy Skype call. He tosses a few on the floor, never taking his eyes off me. “What should we do next? It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit. He licks his lips. I suck my bottom lip.
Maverick groans a painfully turned on noise. He is standing completely erect, pointing at the ceiling like a compass needle points north. The sight of it reminds me how wet I am. Which is basically the state I live in when he’s in the same vicinity…naked or otherwise. I straddle his knees and lean over to let a strand of spit fall from my mouth onto the head of his sex.
“No one can hold a candle, right?” I ask, flicking my gaze up to meet his. He’s stopped breathing altogether and his hazel eyes are transfixed on me, on himself. His mouth drops open a little more when I let my head fall closer to where he wants it to go. His hips automatically thrust up to meet my lips. He closes his eyes when I take him in deep and delicately wrap my hand around him, and start moving both at the same time.
Careful not to use my teeth, I swirl my tongue and rise and fall at a slow pace. I see Maverick’s fists bunching my quilt out of the corner of my eye. He mumbles nonsense and I hear my name thrown in every few words. His face is that of pure, unfettered ecstasy. Suddenly his eyes fly open to meet mine.
“Okay,” he breathes out. “Enough.” He slides me up to straddle the top of his chest. I can feel his heart hammering away against my core. It turns me on so much that I can’t see straight. “I want to taste you,” he rasps, his heavy, hooded eyes letting me know he’s telling and not asking. I place my index finger on his thick bottom lip and pull it down. His eyes are pleading now. With the same finger, I circle his mouth and dip my finger inside. He sucks it, flicking it with his tongue. My muscles clench in response.
“How do I taste?” I ask as I pop my finger out of his mouth. Grabbing my thighs, he guides me forward until my sex is directly on his mouth. He kisses it lightly, letting his tongue dip inside. I sigh because it feels so freaking good, pleasure blasts through every nerve ending in my body.
“Fucking mouthwatering,” he replies, lifting his head to lick and suck more aggressively. I try to keep my hips from rocking, but I can’t. Maverick puts his hands on my ass to try to still me as he works. I glance down and the sight of how turned on he is makes what he’s doing even more pleasurable. Kissing turns to licking, which turns into his skilled tongue flicking just the right spot at just the right pace. I throw my head back and close my eyes. When his mouth pulls away I peek down. He’s pushing my hips down his body. Foreplay is over. His lips, glisten with me as he says, “It’s gonna be quick so I didn’t finish you off. Are you close?” Maverick asks, positioning me over his throbbing member.
“I’m close,” I whisper, moving his hand aside. I slide the tip inside me. “And you totally have perfect recall. No problems with your memory there,” I say, sliding down his shaft until it’s all the way in, hitting the back, filling me completely.
Maverick’s eyes close as a hiss escapes his lips. “I did actually forget how amazing you feel,” he growls, taking my hips into his huge, hot hands. He pulls me up using only his biceps and pushes me back down…hard. It feels so good that I throw my head back and scream his name over and over. Like it’s my new mantra or something I don’t want to forget. He impales me repeatedly until the rhythm is so perfect I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.
He flips me under him so my back is pressed on the bed and he keeps up the same pace, except the angle is different, and I cry out from the pleasure blasting through my body. I come and I come and I come, tightening around him, and losing all thought process. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pounds into me at a furious pace, taking me, claiming me as I spasm around him. A few more strokes and he’s coming inside me, hot and intense. I feel each strong spurt as it blasts into me as deep as it can possibly go. He rocks his hips a few more times as his orgasm jerks through his body, and then he collapses on top of me, a sweet, sweaty mess of perfection.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, burying my face into his neck. “I love you, Mav.” His face, which was buried in a pillow, turns so he’s looking at the side of my cheek.
“Say it again,” he demands, voice raspy.
