Page 11 of Big Bold Security

“All I want in this life, is to not climb a million flights of stairs after spending all day on my feet but no, even that is a lot to ask of that landlor…” her words trail off when I step into her space.

“I bet your muscles are sore, you need me to fix that for you?” I whisper, grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against me. “I could help you relax.”

Her lips part but she doesn’t say a word and when her little pink tongue darts out to wet her lip, I let out a growl. I lean in and brush my lips softly against hers but make no move to deepen the kiss, backing up when she leans in for more.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you want me to help you relax?” I run my fingers over her breasts, caressing them through her shirt. “After I am done, your muscles will feel like Jell-O. Your knees will threaten to collapse, and your breathing will come in short pants, and it’ll be my name on your lips. Only mine.”

“Please,” she whimpers at my words, her eyes fluttering to a close.

I lean in and trace my mouth over her neck, kissing her sensitive skin and gently nipping at her earlobe.

So responsive, my feisty girl.

Scarlett leans into my touch, slipping her hand to my nape and grabbing at my short hair, drawing me closer to her. I trace my lips across her skin, laying featherlike kisses on her until she’s swaying under me.

Mine.

Scarlett is mine. Only I get to touch her like this. Only I get to experience her warmth, her scent…

Her touch.

I work a hand between us, pop her jeans open, and pull them down. Her hands tighten around my hair, pulling my head up and crashing her lips against mine in a bruising kiss. I dip my fingers into her pants, drawing a whimper from her lips when I brush my fingers against her sex.

“You’re wet baby, so slick for me.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, rolling her hips and pushing against my fingers. I slide a finger inside her and she stills against me, her muscles clamping down, resisting the intrusion.

I withdraw my fingers from her body before dropping her pants to her ankles. She kicks out of them, leaving herself exposed to me.

So vulnerable and raw.

Her face is dazed as she watches me underneath her dark lashes. All the anger from earlier is now replaced by a different sort of heat.

The need to claim her thrums inside of me. I can’t hold back. With a snarl, I grip the back of her thighs and lift her off the ground. She yelps when I press her back against the wall and lift her further until her pussy is level with my face. Her eyes widen in shock as she scrambles to grab my head for balance, but she should know I would never drop her.

Never let anything happen to her.

“Maverick… Oh, God! What are you doing?” she sounds nervous but she has no reason to be worried. I’ve got her.

“Helping you relax,” I grit out, tightening my fingers around her thighs. I need to reassure her that I would never drop her, but I can barely focus on my thoughts long enough to voice them.

At least not when my face is so close to her mound. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating and all I can think of is her nectar. I want it.

I need it.

“Maverick…”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I whisper, leaning in and tracing my tongue over the seams of her sex. She tastes even better than last time; if such a thing is possible.

Untouched.

The thought that no one else has ever experienced her warmth like this has me diving forward and burying my face in her sex. I swirl my tongue through her folds until she is sobbing for more. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she pulls the strands when I take her tight clit between my lips and suckle gently.

God, I can’t get enough of this…

Of her.

I angle my head and plunge my tongue into her, my fingers tightening around her thighs when she starts twitching under my grip but I don’t stop.

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