Page 37 of Reckless (Adventures in Love 3)
“Maverick.” I turn on my stool, and he traps my knees between his while my hands move to his sides, my fingers wrapping around the thin shirt he has on.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name.” He rubs his lips against mine, and I chase his mouth, wanting him to kiss me more than I want my next breath.
When he does finally give me what I want, I lose myself in him, his taste, the feel of his fingers in my hair, his hand on my side, his thumb so close to my nipple. The space between my legs floods with heat and my pulse skyrockets when his hand lifts and he cups my breast.
I move closer, wanting more, and without me having to say a word, he gives me what I need by moving my knees from between his, grabbing my ass, and tugging me onto his lap. With no space between us, I circle his shoulders with my arms and thread my fingers through his hair, which is soft and thick. My core pulses as I rock against him, and I don’t remember a time I was ever turned on like I am right in this moment, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet. “Are you wet?” he asks, trailing his mouth to my ear, dragging his teeth over my earlobe.
“Yes.” My breath hitches when he lifts my shirt and trails his fingers around to the front of my jeans.
“How wet?”
My stomach muscles contract as he unbuttons my jeans and drags down the zipper.
“Oh fuck, soaked.” He groans when his fingers make contact with my sex.
“Maverick.” My hips jump when he skims over my clit.
“Gonna move us, baby. I want to touch you.” He stands with me still on his lap and moves us across the room. I hold on to him as he carries me, nuzzling his neck, then brace as I fall back onto the couch and he comes down on me. He kisses me again while his hands move up the front of my shirt, and my back arches as he cups my breast over my bra.
I expect him to take off my top, but he doesn’t; he trails his hand down my stomach, then works it into the front of my jeans. As his fingers part my folds, I moan against his mouth.
“So slick. I can’t wait to get inside you.” He works one finger and then another into me, pumping slow. “Do you want that? Me to fill you up?” He nuzzles my throat over my pulse, and my heart skips a beat.
“Oh God.” My neck arches when he rolls over my clit.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” He presses the hard length of his cock into my hip while his fingers slide back inside me, making me whimper. Even through his jeans he feels huge, thick and long. “I’ve imagined how you taste, how that red hair of yours will look spread out on my pillow as I fuck you, the way you’ll moan my name as you take me.”
Okay, so I didn’t know that dirty talk was something that would get me off, but as my scalp tingles, my toes curl, and my core begins to clench around his fingers, I realize it does and in a big way. Or maybe it’s just him saying those things to me in his deep voice.
“I’m coming,” I whisper, digging my nails into his sides as he continues to finger fuck me through my orgasm, an orgasm that feels like an out-of-body experience. Stars dance behind my closed lids, and every muscle in my body tightens, then relaxes, turning me into a pile of mush. I lie there with my eyes closed, breathing heavy and trying to come to terms with how quickly he got me off when I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm with a man without me doing what I need to to get off.
“You okay?” He nuzzles my neck, carefully removing his hand from between my legs.
“I think so.” I open my eyes to find him looking down at me, smiling.
“You came hard.” I did, harder than I’ve ever come in my life, even with myself. Not that I’m going to tell him that.
“Come here.” He pulls me up, then takes a seat on the couch and holds me against his chest. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his waist, just listening to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling my eyes beginning to get heavier and heavier with every second that passes.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” he asks quietly, and I smile.
“Maybe. It was an early morning, my belly is full, and I had an amazing orgasm.” I lean back to look at him, then laugh when Caz jumps up on the couch behind him and rests her paws on his shoulder to get closer to me.
