Page 100 of Can't Get Enough

“No.” He doesn’t smile or laugh. “I want to pour it as an offering before I worship you.”

I gasp as he lifts the bottle and pours chilled liquid down my body. It sluices over my breasts, down my belly and between my legs. Hands free, he leans to take one dripping nipple in his mouth. He greedily bobs his head between the right and left breast, sucking and licking and laving. Delving into my cleavage to sop the drops up before they dry. I’m standing, writhing beneath the heat of his mouth cleaning away all traces of the whiskey. Unable to bear it one more second, I grab his head and kiss him. We devour each other, and the intoxicating effect of the kiss has nothing to do with the whiskey.

It’s us.

He nudges me toward the bed and lays me out, staring down for a few seconds before sinking to the floor between my knees. He presses my legs apart and leans forward and fixes his eyes there.

I tip my head back and laugh up at the ceiling. “Mav, don’t just stare at it.”

“But it’s so pretty.”

My breath catches and the muscles in my stomach clench, my whole body on high alert preparing to be touched and taken by him.

“I’m naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

“And that’s a problem?” His teasing grin between my knees makes my insides somersault.

“Do I get to see as much of you as you get to see of me?”

“You want to see me?” His brows lift and one corner of his sinfully full lips quirk.

“Show me the goods, Bell.”

With his eyes fixed on mine, he slowly undoes each button on the fine cotton of his collared shirt, revealing ridges of muscle in his torso and abs beneath. It’s as arresting a sight as when I saw him on Instagram in his wetsuit.

“You surf,” I say before I think tonotsay that.

His hand pauses on his belt. He tilts his head and studies me.

“I do.” He resumes undoing the belt, unbuttoning his pants, letting them drop to the floor. “I can teach you if you want.”

“I don’t think so,” I say absently, almost forgetting what we’re talking about when I see his erection so big and doing its damnedest to poke a hole in his boxers. I sit up and swat his hands away from his hips. I push the boxers down and gasp at my first sight of his dick. It’s right there, on level with my lips. How can I not lean forward and take him into my mouth? He makes this sound that’s something between a curse and a moan, and I’m throbbing between my legs. He steps closer between my spread knees and pushes his length deeper into my mouth. The tip of my tongue finds his slit, already wet and salty.

“Shit.” He cups my face, caressing my jaw as I lick and suck him.

I palm his balls and take him deeper. His indrawn breath and tightening hands on my head tell me he likes it.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he says, his voice low and strained.

I nod my consent and he pushes in, snaps his hips forward again and again and again, the motion growing more frenetic. He hits the back of my throat and I choke, but don’t release him. He slows, gently opening my mouth with his thumb, caressing my wet, swollen lips.

“I’ll come if I don’t stop,” he pants. “And it feels like I’ll die if I don’t get inside you.”

It feels that way for me, too. My legs spread wider at the promise of him claiming me that way.

“There’s condoms and lube in the nightstand,” I tell him, nodding to the side of the bed. To his credit, Maverick doesn’t seem thrown at all by the ample supply of condoms in the top drawer, or by the fleet of vibrators he pushes aside to get to my lube. He slides the condom on and rubs lube all over himself.

And it makes me want him more.

It must be on my face because he pauses when he’s positioned over me and says, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, just… most guys complain about me asking for lube because they think it means they didn’t get me wet enough or some shit.”

“The point is for us to both enjoy it, right?” He caresses my leg from knee to hip, and a shudder moves through me like he touched a nerve, not just bare skin. “So you tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

I reach up to stroke the dark slash of his brow through golden-brown skin.

“I want you to make love to me.”

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