Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I want you to fuck me.”
He removed his fingers and guided himself to my opening. When I slid down easily over his length, we both moaned in pleasure. Maverick leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard as I slowly rocked my body against his. He was so deep, and it felt deliciously good.
My hands threaded through his hair as I began to thrust a bit harder. He took my other nipple in his hand and pinched, causing me to gasp and pull him closer.
Letting go of my nipple, he leaned back and looked at me. “That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Make yourself come.”
Before long, I had a rhythm going. Placing my hands on his thighs, I moved faster. He was watching where our bodies were joined, and it was so damn sexy. I could spend days in bed with him and never get tired of the way he looked at me.
My orgasm was building, and I could feel my body tightening around him. Maverick lifted his eyes, and our gazes locked.
When his tongue swept over his lips, I lost control.
“Maverick, I’m coming!”
He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his mouth to mine. We both cried into one another’s mouths as we came together. When I finally rocked to a stop, and he broke the kiss, our gazes met again, and my heart nearly leapt from my chest as he stared at me with nothing but love in his eyes.
At that moment, I knew without a doubt that I was falling in love with Maverick.
Chapter Twelve
MAVERICK
It was too soon. It was way too soon.
I watched as Lily slept peacefully in my arms while my head swam in a million different directions. Lily wanted more. She wanted more with me. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath.
I was falling in love with her. How in the hell could that happen? Was it actually even love? Maybe it was simply lust because we were so good together. The sex was out of this world, no doubt about that. But could someone fall in love this quickly?
Lily mumbled something in her sleep, and I found myself holding my breath. I hadn’t wanted her to wake for fear she’d decide it was way past time for her to head back to her house. We’d been in my bed nearly all damn day, except for when we managed to make a couple of sandwiches. Seeing Lily wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts made me rock hard, and it took everything I had not to push everything off the kitchen island and take her right there.
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was almost seven. Where did she tell her parents she was going? Would Tanner put two and two together and realize Lily had spent the day with me? In my bed? While I did all kinds of dirty things to her with my mouth and hands? Not to mention my dick.
The smile that spread over my face couldn’t be helped. I ran my fingers lightly over her back and tried to think of how this could work between us. Before today, I’d thought if I could have her just once, I’d die a happy man. Now that I’d had her—and gotten a taste of her wicked side—I wanted more. So much more.
I closed my eyes. Could a woman like Lily truly be happy with a guy like me? She was so damn amazing and would do wonderful things in her life. Would a guy whose only talent was working with damaged horses really have anything to offer her other than a good romp in bed?
Lily’s phone buzzed, and I looked over to see it was Timberlynn texting.
Gently shaking her, I said, “Lil, your mom is texting you.”
She stretched and rolled onto her back, allowing the sheet to fall away and expose her perfect breasts. I loved that her body was curvy and not stick thin.
When she reached across my body to grab a hair tie, I slapped her ass, making her let out a yelp.
“Ouch. That hurt!” She laughed as she pulled her hair up before reaching back for her phone.
“Need me to kiss it to make it better?”
Her cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t help but pull her mouth to mine and kiss her. When she pulled back, she said, “Next time you hit my ass, you’d better be inside me.”
I groaned and dropped my head back. “You naughty girl.”
Giggling and sounding like the girl next door—and looking like it with her hair pulled up in a ponytail—she read the text and broke out in a huge grin.
“Good news?” I asked.
“You could say that. She’s asking if we’re going to make it for dinner.”
“We?”
When she turned her phone, I read the text.