She scoffed and pushed through the restaurant doors, stepping into the crisp night air. “I didn’t ask for your trust. I was trying to comprehend why you changed your mind about following me after an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction on my part that led to me holding you at knife point.” She exhaled sharply, crossing her arms as if bracing against more than just the cold. For a second, she stared past me, like she was debating whether to keep talking or just walk away. Then, slowly, she turned her attention back to me.
“Contrary to your assumptions, Maverick, being with you is something I was starting to enjoy, and I wanted a genuineconversation without any external influences. However, it seems you prefer reducing this,” she waved her hands wildly at the space between us, “solely to physical attraction. So I’m asking you to please have some mercy on me. If this isn’t what you want, ifI’mnot something you desire, let me go now, and we can part ways forever. You won’t have to lay eyes on me again.”
City life bustled around us, and we both shifted out of the way of the crowd. The two feet between us felt like a mile while her words hung in the air. I didn’t want her to disappear, despite how much I’d told myself otherwise the last few weeks. No way in hell was I letting her go now, even if it was the dumbest decision I could ever make.
“I’m not built for mercy, Sophie,” I growled, my hands curling into fists to stop myself from taking her in my arms.
Her eyes shuttered, the light in them dimming.
“And I’m not a good man,” I continued. “But something tells me you don’t care about that.”
Even if you’ll be my downfall.
Quick as lightning, I grabbed her waist with one hand and a fistful of her hair in the other, tugging her into me and crashing my lips into hers. She tasted like wine and sin, a temptation so strong I couldn’t resist her any longer. Her soft lips parted on a moan, allowing me access to sweep my tongue across hers. When she sucked on my tongue, I groaned, yanking myself away as my cock grew painfully hard.
But I couldn’t let go.
Her lips were puffy and her soft hair was wild as it tangled around my fingers.
“Maverick—” her voice was breathy and needy, but then the restaurant door opened behind us. She had no time to continue as I grabbed her hand and dragged her into a nearby alley.
I pushed her against the brick wall of the restaurant, gripping her thighs and hooking them around my hips. Another moanslipped out of her as I attacked her neck with my lips, nipping and sucking and inhaling her delicious scent of peonies and vanilla and velvet.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sophie,” I grunted, trailing my nose along her jaw, my hands inching their way up the outside of her thighs and slipping under her dress.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded. Sophie tugged my hair in the most sensual way and kissed me hard, not even coming up for air.
“I’ll make you pay for talking to me that way,” I muttered against her mouth.
“Please,” she pleaded, as if that sufficed as an apology.
I pulled back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” My hands reached her ass, stilling as I realized she was nude under her dress. I narrowed my eyes. “Sophie, did you intentionally come see me while not wearing panties?”
Sophie bit down on her swollen bottom lip and nodded. “I didn’t have time—”
“That’s bullshit. You’ve wanted this since the night we met, haven’t you?” Her silence was all the answer I needed. “Me, too. I’ve thought of you every fucking night, imagining what I’d do to you. But this? Oh, Sophie.” My voice was so low, it sounded like a threat even to my ears. One hand reached around her to brush her bare pussy, my fingers immediately drenched with her arousal. My dick jumped at the mere thought of being inside her wet cunt. “You’re such a little slut for showing up with nothing underneath this fucking dress. Tell me, do you always do this, or was this for me?”
Her back arched off the wall and her head fell back as she moaned. “For you, Mav. Only you.”
This wasn’t me. This was a mirage of Maverick, a clone that fell prey to a pretty face and wet pussy after being in the longest dry spell I’d had since I lost my virginity.
And yet, the idea that she did this for me brought a sick sense of pleasure raining down, given that the last time we'd crossed paths, she'd run to another man. I grinned wickedly, teasing her center again with my fingers. “Good girl. From here on out, this pussy ismine.Understand?” She hummed in response, and I took her sweet lips in mine again, pressing my hips forward to give us both the friction we so desperately needed. Her heat seeped through the layers between us, and every primal instinct inside me took over.
I pressed two fingers inside of her while I continued to rub against her clit with the seam of my pants, causing her to pant against my mouth
“Please don’t stop, Mav.Please.I need to come. I’ve been dreaming of you making me come for weeks.” Her fingers trailed down my jaw and over my shoulders before ghosting down my chest to fumble with my belt buckle. My cock sprang free, and I was close—so fucking close—to penetrating her in this dark alleyway.
But this wasn’t how I wanted to have her for the first time.
“Fucking love hearing you beg, baby,” I breathed. Barely functioning through the fog in my head, I pulled my fingers out. She cried out in disappointment and glared at me when I unhooked her ankles from my waist to gently set her on the ground.
I huffed out a laugh, murmuring, “I won’t be fucking you for the first time against a brick wall. No, when I make you mine, I will fuckingclaimyou, and you will be screaming my name so loud that no one will question who you belong to.” I put my two fingers, still soaked in her arousal, in my mouth, groaning at the taste.
“But—when?” She reached for me, but I stepped back and tucked my dick back into my pants. “I can’t—I’ve been—ugh.”
She did that a lot—stumbled over her words when she was flustered—and it was fucking adorable. I grabbed her chin. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
Sophie swallowed and nodded. “Yes, I have a stakeout tomorrow night. The night after I’m free.”
