“Mmm. Here is good.” I confirm.
She nods as I drop my hand and kneel at her feet, my head at the perfect level. And before she can say anything, I mumble, “Gorgeous,” before tracing the bottom of her tit with my tongue. Her head falls back against the support beam.
“You’re so good at this,” she says as I wrap my arms around her hips and suck the pink nipple into my mouth. It’s cold against my tongue and I work hard warming it up to my body temperature before popping off and going to her other tit.
My right hand crests along her back and over the curve of her ass, following the exceptional lines of her thighs until it comes to rest on the inside of her thighs. I push through and nudge her legs open. I want to see all of her. Dragging my fingers along her bare legs, I stop when I can feel heat coming from her core.
She exhales loudly, her legs quivering against me.
“I must not be that good if you’re still talking,” I suggest, breathing the words along her tits, my lips dragging against the soft skin of her nipple before I slip a finger inside her. She whimpers against me, the sound of her surrender my undoing. Biting softly, I hold her firmly against me. No way is she moving away. I want her to feel everything.
Her fingers tangle in my hair. “Ignore me.” Her voice is gravelly—unhinged.
I add another finger, plunging into her heat with fervor. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll be an angry asshole. “Are you sure?” I tease her, curling my fingers and stroking the rippled flesh inside her. “We can wait until I render you speechless.”
She moans. “Shut up, Maverick. You’ve made your point.”
Damn right I have. I grin and give her nipple a soft kiss before trailing kisses along her stomach and down to her bare pussy. I press a kiss to her center, the smell of her arousal drawing me lower. “I need to taste you,” I mumble.
“Oh, God. Please.”
Her face is flushed and the towel that was on her head falls to one side. I love that she doesn’t move it. She doesn’t worry about looking perfect. She’s just living in the moment, taking everything I’m giving.
My dick jumps eagerly in my jeans.
I bow my head and pull her forward by her ass, elevating her hips so I can drag my tongue through her slit.
“Maverick,” she says pleadingly. It does all kinds of things to my heart. My watch is vibrating, alerting me that my heart rate is elevated. I don’t care, though. Seeing Ainsley come apart with the flood light shining through the open patio door, and her wet, tangled hair a mess along her shoulder, is exhilarating, erotic, and all fucking mine.
Fuck Tucker. He’ll never get a chance to tell her he’s a douche.
Ainsley James is mine and there’s no way I’ll ever let her go.
My tongue and teeth battle to get closer, to crawl inside of her and eat her from the inside out. Her fingers are tight in my hair. Her back is arched against the pillar and her moans encourage me to go deeper, harder.
“I need you to stop,” she chants between breaths. “I want to feel you inside me.”
My lips quirk as I pull back and say, “Trust me, I’m inside you.”
She cuts me a look that I’m sure she thinks is stern. “Smartass. I want your ...” Her boldness trails off with her words.
I cock a brow. “You want my what?”
I want her to say it. I want her to tell me she wants my dick.
“I want all of you,” is all she says.
Leaning back on my heels, I put space between us, allowing the cool air to hit her center. She shivers. “Please, Maverick,” she begs, attempting to tug me closer.
“You’re going to need to be more specific.” I tsk.
A guttural moan escapes her. “I want your dick. I want it inside me now.”
“That’s my girl. Tell me what you need.”
With a growl, I stand, clasping her hip and walking her backward toward the sofa, watching the excitement in the depths of her ocean blue eyes. When the backs of her legs hit the arm of the couch, I flip her around and shove her over the armrest, her perky, glorious ass high in the air.
I groan and follow the curve of her spine with my fingers, coating her with her own arousal. “You’re so goddamned beautiful.”