My core throbs just thinking about how talented he is in bed. Of course, when you’re working with something that awe-inspiring, I’m half tempted to never leave this bed. It seems silly to call a man’s penis beautiful, but I can’t come up with a better word for it. My train of thought makes it impossible to hold in the soft giggle that bubbles up. If you had asked me a year ago if I would be lying in bed next to Maverick Davis, thinking about the beauty of his penis, I would think you had lost your mind. However, now that I know just what said penis is capable of, I’m tempted to see if we can cast a mold of it and bronze the damn thing.
I wiggle, rubbing my legs together, when my mind shifts to last night and just how well he can work that part of his body. My need for him cranks up. Surely one more peek won’t hurt anything. I shouldn’t feel guilty about it. Not at all. Anyone in my position would do the same thing.
Having enough with the inner debate going on, I throw caution to the wind and lift the sheet to look down his body. I’ve worked myself up so much one more glance might very well send me over the edge.
My eyes trail over the perfect rows of his abs. Each of the bumps and dips that lead to the deep V above his hips is so well defined, even in his slumber. Again, my fingers itch to feel the hot steel of his muscles. Continuing to peruse the Adonis in front of me, though, I’m pretty proud of the self-control I have to hold back. However, when I get to that beautiful package between his legs, expecting to see it slack against his skin like it had been before, I gasp. It’s no longer resting against his leg, nope. The second the sheet was lifted the rest of the way off his crotch, that beautiful penis might as well have been a neon arrow pointing to my hand—in the air—holding the sheet from Maverick’s body.
I gasp.
He chuckles.
I scream.
He laughs louder, the roughness in that sound shooting right through my already amped-up body.
“Darlin’, you keep lookin’, and it was only a matter of time before he said good mornin’ to you,” he drawls, his voice even deeper. The rough grit of his sleepy voice doesn’t do anything to cool my body off.
His voice sounds like a wet dream.
His chest moves and I shoot my eyes to his face. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“You did,” he confirms.
“Well, I meant it,” I defend, refusing to feel embarrassed over my appraisal of him.
“Get over here and tell me good mornin’ the right way,” he says with a laugh.
I roll my eyes, my smile growing all sorts of wonky at his request, and make a big production of moving closer. Not happy with my slow movements, he reaches out to grab me around the waist, pulling me up and on top of his body. My legs open and his very much awake, beautiful cock, is right back where I want it.
“Good morning.” I beam, resting my arms on his chest, careful not to dig my elbow into his skin and remind my body that we aren’t as desperate for him as we feel.
“It sure is,” he quips, grinning right back at me.
“I need to jump in the shower. I wish I could stay in bed all day, but I need to be at the PieHole by ten. We don’t open until noon today, but I need to go and make sure we don’t run out of pie since I took yesterday off.”
“I reckon I need to get a move on the day too, darlin’. I’ve got a duffel bag to go get,” he adds with a wink.
“That makes me really happy.” I sigh, my voice full of the dreamy wonder that I feel.
“Yeah, Leigh. Me too.”
Moving my hands, I kiss the spot right above his chest. “What are your plans for today?”
His fingers start tracing lazy circles up my spine and I shift, making the part of him that I swear is way too talented hit my needy center. We both groan.
“I’ve got a future to build.” His fingers move back up and I lose them briefly as he makes a soft drag over my shoulders, my skin burning in their wake. Then he takes my face in a gentle hold. Lifting his head off the pillow so that we’re nose-to-nose. “I’m meetin’ Clay for a late lunch in town. His lawyer is comin’ and we’re gettin’ all the paperwork and legal bullshit out of the way so I can buy the land back. It’s going to take some time to get all the plans in my mind designed before we can begin buildin’, so it’s just the formality that needs to happen quickly so I can get this off the ground.” He’s silent for a beat before I see his face grow serious. “If you can get away, I would like you there.”
“Me?” I ask, confused, searching his face for a clue.
“Our future, remember? It won’t just be my name on that land, Leighton.”
My jaw slacks until my mouth is hanging open silently in shock.
“Fuck, you’re cute.”
“Are you sure? I mean, this training school, honey, that’s yours.”
His eyes narrow. “It’s ours. Just because you aren’t gonna be the one runnin’ it or workin’ it doesn’t change that. I’m buildin’ this for us—our future. We’re startin’ our lives together and I want you to know that with no doubts to where I stand when it comes to you.”
“I trust you, Mav,” I respond, slightly troubled that even after last night he still thinks he has to prove something to me. “I thought you knew that, honey,” I say with a sigh.
“I do, Leigh, I really do. This isn’t just about that. It means a lot to me that you’re part of this. I want everyone to see what we’re buildin’ here and know that it’s forever. I want to give us a solid start, but I want that start to be somethin’ that’s built on an unshakable foundation. One day, I’m gonna give our kids that foundation, and they’re goin’ to know their parents built it—together—with their love, merging all the parts of our lives. This land, the memories we shared on it, and us. It will be visible in everything we’re buildin’, Leigh. Bits and pieces from our past mixing with the people we became while we weren’t ready to be us. It’s so much more than just leavin’ no doubts, darlin’, so much more. It’s us.”
“You’re going to make me cry,” I speak on a rush of air.
“You’ll be there?” he asks again, his face softening with the wetness gathering in my eyes. His thumb presses against my wobbly chin as if trying to ease my emotional heart.
“Yeah, honey, I’ll be there.” After that, I would give him the world if he asked for it.
“Good.” He smiles.
“You hungry?” I question, blinking furiously to clear my eyes, and changing the subject before I end up ugly crying all over him. “I can make you something after I shower, before I head out.”
“Starved.” His eyes darken, the bright emerald turning murky. That grin turns dangerous and I feel my belly clench.
He moves so quickly, sliding out from under me and standing from the bed in one quick movement. His arms are reaching down to pull me up and over his shoulder before my mind has even registered that I’m no longer straddling him. He stomps to the bathroom, my position over his shoulder giving me one hell of a view of his hard, round ass. Each step he takes makes it flex in the most mouthwatering way.
My God, this man is perfect everywhere.
The bathroom hadn’t even had a chance to fill with the steam from our hot shower before I was crying out my second release, coming against his tongue. Only then did he stand and gave me the most devilish grin. My heart racing from the whirlwind of leaving the bed and being at his mercy.