Page 68 of You Saw the Best In Me

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, attempting to catch her breath.

If she thought I would let her off easy, she’s very wrong. I take off my jeans and boxers, dipping down to kiss her before asking if she wants to keep going.

“I need you right now. I have an IUD implant, so we don’t need a condom,” she says between my lips, and I don’t hesitate.

I press the tip in, and she’s already gasping at how much I’m stretching her.

“Holy shit, You’re so tight, fucking perfect, Karina,” I say, burying myself deep inside her.

I hold her legs on my shoulders, opening her all the way up, and she’s begging me to go harder.

I thrust into her, rubbing her clit with one hand to drive her wild.

“You’re mine, now, kitten. Tell me who you belong to,” I growl, nearly on the edge already.

“You, Maverick. I’m all yours,” she moans, and I have to pull out, not wanting this to be over yet.

Karina takes control back in a split second, climbing on top of me and running her hand up and down my length.

“You want me to ride you, angel?” she whispers in my ear, and I submit to her desire.

She lowers herself onto me, pressing her hands on my chest and bouncing on my dick.

I squeeze her hips, assisting her in keeping pace. I feel her walls clench around me, and she tips her head, arching her back as she reaches her orgasm.

I let myself go, spilling my release inside her, and she collapses on my chest.

“That was so much better than the first time,” she says, and I can’t agree more.

“You’re a goddess, Karina,” I tell her, stroking her hair.

I’ll never get enough of this woman. She’s mystifying and mercurial, like a drug I can’t get through the day without. She’s terrifying and exhilarating, a rollercoaster I’d ride to feel alive.

The bliss fades, and we decide to go to the grocery store since she challenged me to make her favorite dinner, and I need to pick up Harper’s choices for Sunday.

Karina tosses on sweats and a t-shirt, looking magnificent in my clothes and the post-sex grogginess plastered across her face.

If someone told me I’d be cooking dinner for a woman, letting her sleep in my bed and wear my clothes, I’d have told them they were fucking insane.

That they had the wrong guy.

Turns out, I didn’t have the right girl.

Karina is the only exception to every rule I’ve ever made regarding relationships, love, and everything I’d been closing my heart off from.

KARINA

I’m nothing but a jumbled mess of emotions and orgasms. I wasn’t planning to take things to the next level with Maverick so soon, but watching him fire that weapon made me so hot I couldn’t hide it.

I wanted to jump his bones instantly, not caring if Old Man Tony or the world saw how badly I needed him.

The whole ride back, I was dead set on not letting us have sex, coming up with ways to stall the inevitable, but when he asked my friends to come clean my apartment as a surprise, nothing could’ve held me back.

He makes me feel important, as if I’m the only woman he could ever love, and I genuinely believe he was perfectly made for me.

I’ve never connected with someone during sex, usually just fading out and letting the primal instincts take over, but it was so intense with Maverick.

I was aware of every breath he took, and how our bodies moved together. It was addicting, and I felt so safe with him, allowing myself to truly feel every movement he made inside me.