Page 38 of Tainted Tempos

His sincerity, his concern for me, wraps around me and I settle into the feeling. This man is my husband. How could I have ever looked at him and not seen the depths he hides with humor?

I cup his cheek. “You can’t mess this up. It’s you.”

His eyes hold mine, pleading for direction.

“I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” I assure him.

“Promise me, Mckenna. I need you to communicate with me.”

“I promise. Now please, Maverick, kiss me.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.

A smirk dances across his delectable mouth before his lips meet mine.

We kiss passionately, like we’ve been starved with need for each other. I suppose, in some ways, we have.

Mav lowers me to the bed, and I pull him down with me. His body shadows mine, broad and strong and protective. I part my thighs to cradle Mav between them and he fits perfectly, the long length of his body hiding mine.

Our kiss turns less needy and more sensual. Mav traps my bottom lip between his teeth, and I hook my ankles around his waist, dragging my core along his arousal.

He swears and clasps my hands, pinning them above my head.

“Everything with you is fucking magical,” Mav grunts.

My skin heats from his words and my heart beats faster. The last time we did this, we were drunk on champagne and high on each other. Riding the wave of our spontaneity.

This time, everything is different. And yet, I’m not scared.

The starry sky and scent of bonfire don’t invade my mind. Nothing can pull me out of the pools of Mav’s eyes, or the scent of his skin mixed with clear blue skies and a rushing waterfall.

I close my eyes as Maverick moves down my body. He plucks at the strings of my bikini top and the fabric slips away. The cool air of our bedroom washes over me and I shiver, feeling my nipples pebble from the cold.

In my next breath, I gasp, as the heat of Maverick’s mouth covers one breast and his large hand palms the other. I moan, arching into him, my fingers threading through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

He swirls his tongue over the delicate peak, and I sigh. His hand on my breast moves lower, fingertips brushing along myabdomen, before he tugs on the bow at my waist. My bikini bottoms shift and then, his hand is there, parting my center. His fingers drag through my slick folds, and I cry out.

“You okay, beauty?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the underside of my breast.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promises, as his fingers sweep over my core. “Christ, you’re fucking perfect, Mckenna.”

His words turn me on as much as his movements. He touches me skillfully, paying close attention to the sounds I make. His mouth continues to kiss along the length of my body, and I sink deeper into the sensations he coaxes from me.

When his head disappears between my legs, I nearly weep.

No man has ever done this to me before. I’ve never felt comfortable or safe. But with Maverick… “Wait,” I murmur, leaning up on an elbow.

He stops immediately, his head popping up and his eyes meeting mine. “You okay?”

“I want you to know, Mav…” I breathe heavily. “That you’re the first. That no one has ever…” I gesture toward where he’s positioned.

A slow grin works its way over his mouth. “Ever?”

I shake my head.

“Then lie back, beauty, and let me make you come.”

I drop back instantly and in the next blink, my body arches off the bed as Maverick drags his tongue right through my center.

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