Page 39 of Crazy Good
He tilts my chin up. “Windsor the rambler is speechless?”
If I started talking now I wouldn’t stop for days. He brushes a tear off my face with his warm thumb.
“Saysomethingor I’ll think you hate it and think I’m…”
I cut him off with a finger against his lips. When he silences I lay my hands on his stubbly face and bring his forehead to mine. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I don’t think you could have done anything more…perfect. This means the world to me—it means more than words ever could.” I rub my hand down to his chest once more, making sure it’s real. His eyes stay locked with mine. The untouchable place inside Maverick is open. To me. “You make me look bad. All I did is make dinner,” I say, giggling a little. The big smile is on his face and doesn’t seem to wane like it usually does.
He stands from the chair, picking me up with him, like I’m a throw pillow. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my arms around his neck. “I am pretty hungry. Baring my soul really takes it out me. I want to eat whatever smells so delicious, then take a shower to wash off the airplane,” Maverick says, setting me down on a bar stool in front of the plates I’ve set out.
“Then what?” I ask, not releasing his neck.
He leans over and places a scorching kiss on the hollow of my neck. “Then I have a lot of fucking begging to do,” he rasps in my ear, tickling me and sending a thrill directly to my sex.
Tonight is going to be a trifecta of awesome.
Chapter Seventeen
Maverick
“What exactly are in all of these bottles?” I ask as I yank off my pants at the entrance of the wet room. The only answer I get is a bout of her sweet laughter. I fucking love the pink bottles crowding my solitary green one. I’m on top of the damn world right now. Windsor loved the tattoo. It took a little longer than it should have for her to respond after I revealed it, but the wait was worth it. I’ll replay her response constantly. I’ve also decided I should write her a million songs because of how she reacted to that. The emotion was almost too much for me to handle. I rarely crack, but that was the closest I’ve come.
“Where did you learn to sing and play like that?” she asks. Her tiny frame, barefoot, is leaning against the shower wall, away from the showerhead I have turned on. She’s eyeing me like musical talent is the last thing she’s interested in. I work the soap in my hands and rub it on my body, sliding it down my legs. Her eyes are glued to my dick when I cup my junk and wash it.
Long seconds pass. “I taught myself mostly, but I played when I was a kid too.” I clear my throat. “Like what you see?”
“Huh?” Windsor glances up, eyes round. Caught. Just her eyes on my body make me hard. She’s fully clothed and I can’t help but remember last night when I saw the woman, Lexi in the bar. I didn’t feel like this, my body didn’t have this reaction to her. In fact, my body has only reacted like this to Windsor. Especially my damn heart—beating like a drum. I want her. I’m going to have her. She will finally be all mine. Tonight.
She swallows hard. “You know I do. It’s probably my favorite sight…better than the Alps or the Grand Canyon; possibly even a quaint town in France.” She grins. “I actually have a small confession to make, too. It’s nothing crazy, but with your streak of confessions it makes me want to tell you everything. I sort of do anyways. Whether you want me to or not.”
“I love when you ramble,” I say, washing the soap out of my hair. She bites her lip. My self-control teeters on the fucking edge. I want to pull her in, clothing and all, and have my way with her. I’ve said the word “love” more times in one night than I have during my entire life. “Ramble on. Confess your sins. I’ll tell you how many Hail Mary’s you need to do after.” I grab one of her bottles, open it, and give it a quick sniff. It smells like her hair. Fucking delicious. I pour some in my hand and scrub it into my hair just for good measure. Windsor shakes her head, laughing.
“Nash has been calling. He called a few days ago to apologize. He wants to be friends. Just friends. He knows how out of line he was at the conference. Well, you showed him exactly how out of line he was. He knows we’re together.”
Fuck. I haven’t even left yet and he’s moving in. I know his game—I know exactly what angle he’s playing. I nod because I don’t trust myself to speak.
“It’s easy to talk to him about my Mom. He’s known her…and our avalanche of problems for a long time.”
And there it is, a history I can’t compete with. The past is the only thing you can’t control. I know this all too well. I might have to make a visit to the Nashhole before I leave. He’s obviously not clear on what’s mine. I’ll make it crystal clear.
I shrug, playing at nonchalance. It’s important she think it doesn’t bother me in the least. “That’s fine. At least he apologized for all of his shortcomings,” I say, reminding her exactly why she didn’t talk to him for years. Though I’m sure she knows. My hard-on took a nosedive the second she mentioned his name. His dick has been inside her. I can’t even say that. I slam the lever to turn off the water. She jumps a little at the noise.
“You’re not mad are you?” she asks. If I were mad, she wouldn’t have to ask.
I run a towel over my head to dry my hair and cover my face. “No. I’m just surprised. You told me how badly he hurt you and yet you throw him a bone? It doesn’t make sense. If it makes you feel better then do what you want. I’ll kill him if he hurts you again.” I will.
She snaps the towel out of my hands and throws it to the bottom of the wet shower. I can’t help but cringe a little. My obsessive-compulsive tendencies circle around cleanliness and organization. A towel on the floor fits both of those categories. Forgive her Father, she knows not of her sins.
“I don’t want him, Mav. I want you,” she says, running her hands over my biceps. She knows I’m jealous even though I haven’t breathed a word. “Whenever you forget that remember this.” Windsor drops to her knees and pulls my dick into her warm mouth. The sight of her fully dressed inside the wet room is odd, and a gigantic turn on. My dick in her mouth? Well, that’s just complete fucking nirvana. My head falls back without my permission as she works me into frenzy. Her tiny hand wrapsalmostall the way around my cock as she sweeps the sides with her tongue and lips. The gentleness is just for show because when I look down and meet her gaze, whale eyeing me, it’s completely evil—in the best kind of way. I give her the smile she loves and it makes her work my dick even better. Hand. Mouth. Tongue. When I pop out of her mouth and she laps at my balls I groan. It echoes through my bathroom. I fist my hand into her hair, which she didn’t want to get wet, and guide her mouth back onto my dick.
“That feels so good, Win. Lets take this into the bedroom. Come on…” I grind out. The last thing I want is for her to stop, but if I have any hope of lasting tonight, I need to her to.
“Are you sure?” she asks, humming the words around my dick. No. I’m lying. Yes I’m sure. Thinking with both heads at the same time blows. Literally.
With effort, I nod. She stands up, a string of spit connecting her to me. I wipe her bottom lip with my thumb and kiss her. I taste Windsor. I want to bottle this fucking flavor and drink until I’m drunk. Her blue eyes are heavy, glazed with lust, her pupils almost completely dilated.
I ask, “Can I have you?” It’s a loaded question.
Resting her hand over my new tat, she says, “I thought you’d never ask.” She pushes away from me, her wet feet slapping the floor. She doesn’t turn around or take her eyes off my body as she backs into the bathroom and then into the bedroom. I don’t take my gaze off her either. Adrenaline hits me in spades as I watch her, the innocent way she moves, not even knowing how fucking hot she is. The way her black dress hugs certain spots of her body each time she takes a step back, the way my breathing speeds up to control all the chemicals in my body trying to rear up to do what it’s good at. I want to dominate her. I want her to know she’s mine. I want to erase any guy who has ever been inside her. I will fill her so completely that there’s no room inside her heart for anyone else.
