The groan he unleashed seemed connected to her clit, because desire suddenly had her aching there. Aching with need and lust and longing. She sucked on his tongue, and his hands went to her hips and ground her down harder against his erection. The rough denim rubbed maddeningly against her clit, making her gasp into the kiss.
“Want you,” she whispered into his mouth. “Want you so much.”
“Fuck, baby. Lay on your stomach.” He helped her push the pillows and covers out of the way, and then she stretched out in the center of the bed. He climbed off and tore his shirt over his head. She watched as he undid his jeans and shoved them down his lean hips, his cock jutting out hard and thick. Looking at her like he wanted to make a meal of her, he wrapped his hand around the base and stroked, once, twice, three times. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
“I need you inside of me,” she said, licking her lips at the sight of him. Inked and rough and hard. For her.
He came over her, his knees on the outside of her thighs. “You’re gonna be so fucking tight like this.” His hand slipped between her legs, and she arched her back to give him better access. “Feel that,” he said, his fingers finding her wetness, sinking deep. “So wet for me.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathy and needy. “Now, Maverick.”
Holding her ass cheeks open, his head lined up with her core and penetrated her pussy inch by mind-blowing inch. A moan spilled out of her as he bottomed out, his hands bracing on her lower back, forcing her to arch further.
“Christ, Alexa, feel that.” The arousal in his voice spiked her pulse.
“It’s so good. But I need you to move. Oh, God. Fuck me. Please.” Her words were almost shaky with need.
He withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust, slow, dragging movements that had her panting and pushing back against him and aching for him to go deeper, harder, faster. “My cock looks so goddamned good sliding in and out of you.”
She felt herself get wetter around him, and it ratcheted up the urgency of her yearning. “More. Give me more.”
“More of what, baby?” He came down on top of her, his whole weight covering her, his cock buried deep.
She looked over her shoulder. “More of you. More of everything. Don’t hold back, Maverick.”
“Al—”
“Everything.”
“Fuck.” He claimed her mouth in a short, searing kiss. “Everything,” he gritted out. And then he did just as she asked. He wrapped his arms around her head and shoulders for leverage and took her like a man possessed. Like a man taking what was his. And that’s what she wanted more than anything. His hips flew and slammed against her ass. His cock deliciously battered a spot inside her that had her moaning nonstop. His body covered and claimed every part of hers.
It was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt.
“Christ, I’m gonna come,” he rasped.
“Come,” she said, wanting to feel him pulsing inside of her. “Come in me, Maverick.”
The roar he unleashed shoved her hard in the direction of her own orgasm, as did the way his cock jerked inside her again and again. And then he was off of her. Flipping her over. Pinning her hips down and planting his mouth right over her clit.
He sucked, hard. His tongue flicking and strumming until all she could do was fist her hands in his hair and hold her breath.
Alexa came so hard that her vision blurred around the edges and her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. But still, Maverick didn’t let up. He growled against her and continued to tongue her until she was screaming another orgasm and trying to push him off before she lost her mind. She was so sensitive that when he finally released her, her whole body flinched and she couldn’t help but laugh as she tried to roll away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he grabbed and crawled up her, wearing the most smug, satisfied expression perhaps any man had ever worn.
She couldn’t help but grin. “Nowhere.”
“That’s right.” He stroked her hair back off her face. “God it’s good to hear you laugh.”
They stared at each other a long moment, and suddenly their playfulness felt weighted, significant, like the ground was moving beneath their feet. For her, it was. Because emotion ballooned inside her chest until restraining it became simply impossible.
It was bigger than her, more than her. After everything, she had to tell him, and he deserved to know. “Maverick . . . I know we have a lot to figure out, and I know I’m a mess, but I also know that I love you so much that half the time I can barely breathe for holding it in. So I don’t want to hold it in anymore. I love you. I’m in love with you.” The hammering of her heart had nothing to do with the two incredible orgasms he’d just given her. “So, yeah. I just wanted you to know.”
His eyes widened and his lips parted, and then his expression took on a softness she’d absolutely never seen before. “Aw, damn, Alexa. You have no idea what a fucking dream it is for me to hear you say that. I have never stopped loving you. Not one minute of one day. But what I feel now is so much deeper, just bigger, you know? Than anything I’ve ever felt before. I love you, too. Jesus.”
His words—his love—healed every aching place inside her. Just snapped all the broken pieces back into place until she was whole, strong, the Alexa she was always meant to be. He kissed her, intense but gentle, claiming and healing, utter perfection.
“Are you mine, baby? Tell me you’re mine,” he rasped.
“I’m yours, Maverick.” She ran her fingers through his hair, holding it back from his ruggedly handsome face. “I’m so yours.”
“You own me. You gotta know that. Christ, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He dropped his head to her shoulder.
The gravel in his voice reached into her chest and squeezed. She wrapped her arms around his big shoulders and held him.
Finally he looked at her again, his eyes bright and so full of love. For her. “This is our new beginning, Alexa. You and me.”
“Against the world. I love you,” she said, happier than she’d been in years. Happier than she ever thought she’d be again. And, God, she adored the happiness pouring off of him, too. She wasn’t na?ve enough to think that Grant was going to make her life easy, but there wasn’t anything he could do to change this. Because Alexa had finally found herself and, through that, the man she truly needed.