He asked, “What’s that?” with a hint of amusement in his tone as he peered at the display over my shoulder.
“A little something I’ve kept up my sleeve.” With a smirk, I handed him my phone so he could look at the blinking dot—the location of his phone. “I guess you could say I also had a vested interest in knowing where you were, especially after you stopped tailing me.”
Maverick’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, a rare sight that made my heart skip a beat. “This is how you crashed my date?”
“Guilty,” I confessed without remorse, the word "date" feeling like vinegar.
He chuckled, tossing my phone on the bed. “Quite the pair, aren’t we?”
I cleared my throat before perching on the edge of the bed, finally feeling like everything was out in the open between us. “Any other secrets you’d like to divulge while we’re talking?”
Slowly, Maverick shook his head, his features softening until there was something disarmingly tender in his demeanor. “Can’t think of anything. I’m just happy you’re here.”
Happy that I’m here.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I love you, too.”
“Come here,” I murmured, my idea of rough, kinky sex forgotten as my heart was consumed with adoration. He did as I said—a feeling of intoxicating power slithering through me—and closed the space between us with a few purposeful strides. There was no domineering between us. Today, we were simply Maverick and Sophie, loving and open.
Maverick pushed my shoulders back so I was flat on the bed. He climbed over me, eyes never leaving my face as his hands planted on either side of my head before his lips met mine in a fiery kiss, hungry and insatiable. His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch when heshifted to thread his fingers into my hair, cup my face in his hands. His cock was hard and throbbing against my clit, making my hips roll up toward him, searching for more.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he breathed, his facial hair leaving my skin sensitive in the best way. I wanted my whole body on fire from it, so I could remember these moments long into the evening. “I need you. I’ve always needed you.” His mouth trailed down my throat, stubble scraping. My eyes rolled back as electric shivers raced through me, flooded my core and pooled between my thighs.
“Then take me,” I begged, my hands finding purchase in his hair. “Show me how much you need me.”
With a desperate growl, Maverick rolled so I was straddling his hips. He grasped at the hem of my slip, so I pulled it over my head, tossing it behind me carelessly as the hunger in his eyes became ravenous. He groaned in appreciation, running his hands up my thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased.
Maverick grabbed the back of my neck to pull me down, his lips trailing a searing path down my throat. His hot breath sent goosebumps down my skin, making me pant. He chuckled, clearly enjoying every second of my undoing.
“So impatient,” he purred, his tongue flicking over my pulse point before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. This man and his need to brand me.
I pulled out of his embrace, scrambling off of him to crawl up to the pillows. He rolled and grabbed my ankles, flipping me onto my back. In seconds his mouth was closing over my clit, and my entire body shivered in response. My back arched, my toes curled, my thighs quivered. He tongue-fucked me, adding his fingers in as my orgasm started to crest, taking me over the edge.
Then he was above me, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking and nibbling, my piercing making me ultra-sensitive. He teased and tormented until I was writhing.
“Please, baby,” I moaned. “I need you inside me now.”
I felt his grin against my mouth when he kissed me. “As you wish.”
And then he was inside me, and we were no longer Sophie and Maverick, but two people becoming one. Gentle kisses and whispers of adoration, names murmured in worship, and a slow, rapturous torture until we were both lost to our own pleasure.
***
It was dark outside, but the warm glow of the bathroom lights reflected off the black silk that hugged my body like a second skin. The dress hung low in the back, thin spaghetti straps holding it up and accentuating my curves.
Maverick stood behind me, his presence commanding in the reflection of the mirror as his eyes swept over me adoringly. With his midnight gaze locked on mine, I was both Eve and the serpent, ready to sin with him until the end of time.
He looked at me like he had the first day we met—hungry, desperate, and full of desire. But now there was something more, something deeper. Love. It shone in his eyes, solidifying everything we had been through together.
I reached up to touch his face, tracing the lines of stress and worry that had haunted him for so long. “I love you,” I whispered. The words were heavy with meaning, promise, commitment.
He smiled, twirling a finger in the air to indicate I should turn. I did, and met his eyes again in the mirror. “Don’t move.” He went back into the bedroom as though we had all the time in theworld. When he reappeared, he was holding several black velvet boxes. My heart began to race when I realized what they were.
