Flicking his blinker on, even though we’re the only vehicle on the road, he turns his truck onto the drive that leads to my house. I continue to look over at him, his profile outlined in the illumination by the lights that line my porch, and wait for him to answer me.
He stops his truck, pulling in right next to my Jeep, with a heavy foot on the brake before shutting it off. Without even looking in my direction, he jumps down in a hurry. The sound of his door clicking shut in the silence around us makes me jump. I vaguely hear his phone start to ring again, but with the way that my heart is galloping against my ribs, I hardly hear it. All my focus is on him. His pace is brisk as he walks around the front of his truck, the whole time I feel like I’m the prey being hunted. I can’t see his eyes, with the lights now at his back and the hat casting his face in the shadows, but I can feel the burn of his stare like a physical touch. Branding me with promise.
The force with which he flings opens the door has it banging firmly against his side, but he just shoulders it and continues with his mission, reaching over to unbuckle my seat belt in silence. His breathing is harsh and rushed through his parted lips, mirroring the same sounds that my heaving chest is making.
There is so much carnal desire sparking between us right now. The goose bumps that dance across every exposed inch of my skin make me tremble. The anticipation of what’s to come makes me weak with need. This is so different from our first time together. We’ve come so far in just a short time, but it feels like we’ve been building up to this moment for years.
I guess, in a way, we have.
After the metal of my now unbuckled seat belt bangs against the truck’s frame, he doesn’t make a move. He continues to regard me, not touching any part of me, but still I feel my body’s response as a wave of heat washes over me from head to toe. It’s so intense, the need I feel deep inside me, that I shiver and let out an audible moan.
That sound is what breaks him. He makes a noise deep in his chest, almost animalistic in nature, and reaches out to twist me with his hands on my hips, turning and lifting me right out of the high truck with ease. My hands shoot up to his shoulders at the same time that my center slams against his. Just when I lock my feet behind him, right above the swell of his fantastic ass, his hands move. Going from midthigh, moving underneath my dress, until his long, dexterous fingers are pushing under the band of my panties. He flexes both of his hands against my ass, causing me to shutter as he shoulders the door shut.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
“Hold on,” he demands, flexing his hold again while stomping up the steps to my porch.
One hand leaves my bottom and he folds his knees, effortlessly bending to move the mat and grab the key before standing quickly. The move pushes his erection harder into my desperate body, the friction rubbing against me perfectly, and I cry out with a low moan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hisses through his clenched jaw.
Knowing that he’s feeling just as desperate for me as I am for him does something dangerous to my body. Knowing that he is so close to the edge spurs me on, and I’m no longer a docile participant in this. My hands move, slowly caressing and massaging the tense muscles under my palm. He grunts when my fingers leave the cotton of his shirt and I look up into his hooded eyes. At my wink, the only clue that I’m up to something, his lips part and I see the spark of need light his penetrating gaze. Bending my head, I run the tip of my nose along the strong column of his neck, starting right behind his ear until I feel the material of his shirt. I breathe him in, his hardy scent making me hum in pleasure while I rock my hips.
This time he doesn’t hold back the delicious sounds. The throaty and deep rumble vibrating against my hard nipples makes me only rock against him harder. My head spins, dizzy with my hunger for him. When he takes a step into the house, jostling my body enough to give sharp friction against him, I open my mouth and bite down on his neck. Not enough to break the skin, but just hard enough to get a reaction from him. He stops in his tracks, instantly.
“Goddamn!” he bellows, using his hold on me to roll my hips harshly against his. “You’re so hot, even through my fuckin’ jeans I can feel your heat, darlin’. Keep ruttin’ against me and you won’t be the only one that comes fully clothed.”
I release the hold my teeth had, licking the spot with my tongue before trailing it up to his ear, nibbling on his lobe before whispering into his ear. “Then hurry, cowboy.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement from me. The second my words are out, I continue to lick and kiss down his neck, and he starts walking again, faster this time, if that’s even possible. I’m not aware of anything else around us except for the overwhelming need that I feel for him. This last month has been a whirlwind of emotions, all of them building to this, us coming back together—but this time it’s fueled by the love we both have for each other, making it more powerful and all-consuming than I could ever imagine.
No longer willing to waste another second, I hunch my back and give myself a gap between our bodies to drag my hands from his shoulders and down to his stomach. When I pull his shirt from his pants and push my hands under the material, his abs clench under my touch and he grunts. Encouraged by his reaction, I quickly bunch his shirt up, knowing he can’t remove it without dropping me, but I get it far enough up that I can still tease him further. Drive him just as mad as I feel.
I have his shirt as high as I can get it. I peek my eyes open slowly and try to focus through the lust-filled haze that’s floating around us. Right when he steps into my bedroom, I turn my head and bend my neck, taking his nipple between my lips with a wet suck. The words that leave his mouth are completely inarticulate. Just a garble of sounds that escape in a rush.
And then, I’m flying through the air with a breathy gasp, landing in the center of my bed. My hair completely covers my face and it takes me a second to recover from the shock of his toss before I can move my arms and start to push my hands through the tangled locks, parting through my curls to see Maverick. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that met my eyes when I finally cleared my vision, though.
No, there wasn’t a thing in the world that could have prepared me for what Maverick Davis looks like when he’s let go of his fierce control. To see him let his guard down while everything he has kept locked deep inside him was finally able to break free, creating an almost tangible electricity around the room that whips, rolls, and pings across my body with just the heated connection of our stares.