Page 65 of Teasing

Maverick smiles, and the warmth of it blankets my entire body. “Pretty sure I ran through them. They never stood a chance.” He finally moves close enough that his chest presses against mine, and he takes my face in his hands. His thumb traces my bottom lip as his eyes hold me captive. “Hell, I never stood a chance, Em. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you. In my life. In my bed. Next to me. I don’t just want you, I need you. But I needyouto want the same. Not the name or the things that come with it. Just the man and his kid—because we’re a package deal.”

“Promise you won’t leave?” I flatten my hands between us, desperate and scared. Ready to lose my mind and scared to lose my heart.

“Neither of us leaves, okay?” He tilts my face up and presses his mouth against mine. He’s opening up. Exposing his vulnerability and letting me know I’m not alone. It’s a heady combination, and I swear to God, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to combust.

“Neither of us leaves,” I whisper, and Maverick’s smile is absolutely predatory. Strong arms lift and drop me on the bed with a bounce.

I can’t help the giggle that leaves me, but Maverick just shakes his head as he shucks his jeans, leaving me struggling to breathe as I stare at all the exposed skin. “Gonna have to be quiet, baby.” He presses a knee to the bed, and my breath gets caught in my throat as his rough palms slide up my bare legs and along my heated skin before he pulls my black linen shorts down in one incredibly sexy move.

“I’ve imagined this for months, Emmie. Fucked my hand for two fucking months, thinking about you. I can’t wait another minute.”

His words are a soothing balm to all the jagged edges of my tired soul. The fissures I’ve been fighting to hold together. And I let go of everything else.

The fear.

The hurt.

The heartbreak.

I let it all go and focus on Maverick.

I focus on this moment and this man and shut out all the rest of the noise constantly assaulting me.

My arms twine around his neck, and I run my fingers through his soft dark hair as I drag him down to me. Clinging to him. Molding my body to his until I can’t tell where I stop and he starts.

“Then show me what it means to be yours, Maverick,” I gasp as his thick fingers trail under my shirt and over my ribs, tracing my tattoo.

“Every day, Em. I’m gonna show you every day...” His tongue invades my mouth and catches my moan as he cups my breast.

My nipple aches, hot and heavy, as his thumb brushes over it, sending tingling sensations straight to my core.

“Maverick...” I beg as I spread my legs and cradle him between my knees. His hard cock presses against my core, and I whimper with need.

He pushes my tank over my head and sucks in a breath when he sees my sheer, black lace bra. “Fuck, baby.”

Mav’s mouth circles my nipple, and I moan.

“Shh, you’ve got to be quiet, Em.” The look he gives me is so sexy, I think I’d agree to anything he said. He sucks my nipple between his lips, then bites down and tugs. “Think you can dothat?” One hand slides down my body. Tracing my curves. “Can you be a good girl, Emmie?”

I bite down on my lip, more turned-on than I knew was possible, and nod as his fingers dance along the edge of my panties. Mav pushes them aside and drags his fingers through my sex, sending me spiraling through the stratosphere. I open my mouth and silently scream as my body arches into him.

“Your pussy is drenched, baby. Is this for me?”

His voice is deep and dark and so quiet, and my God.

It caresses my already hypersensitive skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, our breaths mingling while my clit throbs in time with my heartbeat.

I bite down painfully on my bottom lip to keep from crying out when he finally slips one thick, blunt finger inside me. Then another. Stretching me. Filling me. “Fuck, your so tight, Emmie. Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

The room spins. His filthy words wrap around me, and his rough thumb rubs circles around my clit, teasing me. Coming so close to giving me what I want. Touching me where I need it, but not. Teasing me. Torturing me. Until I don’t know what’s up or down.

Every breath we take is amplified by the silence.

Lost in the moment. In each other.

Chills of anticipation break out over my heated skin as his fingers work me into a quiet frenzy. Pushing me higher and higher until—“Oh, God”—I cry out barely above a whisper as his fingers curve to hit a spot so deep inside me, no man has ever touched it before, sending off stars behind my eyes.

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