Page 4 of Our Chance

She gripped the sheets beneath her, tryingto contain her composure and not lose it, but it was impossible.His name spilled from her lips, like a song mantra. There was noway for her to stop it.She felt hungry, desperate for him.

He pulled back and went to her clit. Thistime, his fingers replaced his tongue. She felt him press a singlefinger inside her. Working in and out, he added a second one,stretching her.

It felt so good, especially as he worked her clit with his tongue.He set up a pace that had her hurtling toward her orgasm. Shedidn’t know if she was going to be able to hold back, and shedidn’t want to as he pushed her higher, and she soared right offthe edge.

Freya didn’t want it to end and it wouldseem neither did Maverick.

His tongue did slow down when the pleasuregot too much for her. Her whole body felt so sensitive, but hedidn’t stop. He began tobuild her up to a second orgasm. She didn’t think it would bepossible for her, but once again, Maverick was the teacher. He knewher body better than she knew her own.

He pushed her right over the edge a secondtime. This orgasm felt even more intense than the first.

She didn’t want it to end, she couldn’t stopit, and then, all too soon, he pulled away.

Freya moved up onto her elbows, and shedidn’t know exactly what to expect from him. Would he leave? Whydid he stop?

Then, he reached for the opening of hispants and she couldn’t look away as he pulled that zipperdown. Even through thejeans he wore, she saw the outline of his cock—long, thick. She licked her lips as she looked athim. He pushed the jeans down, and his boxer briefs followed. Hiscock stood out, long, thick, and proud. She felt an answering pulsebetween her thighs, which was insane, considering she’d just hadtwo orgasms by him.

Maverick held onto his cock, working fromthe base up to the tip, then back down again. He looked sobeautiful.

She imagined this was why artists weresuddenly compelled to paint people. He was a statue of beauty. Only, there wasnothing still or stonelike about Maverick. No, he was living,breathing, all man.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly expelled itand nibbled her bottom lip.

No words were spoken. She didn’t want him to pullaway.

Those pesky nerves were back again.What did she have to do or sayto let him know she wanted this? Why was this so hard?

Then, Maverick made the decision forthem both, as he steppedcloser to the bed and placed one knee between her spread thighs,then another.

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A good man would walk away.

He should leave Freya tolet her find a good man, but hecouldn’t do it. When Kyle had sent him that fucking text tonight,he couldn’t stand the thought of another guy hitting on the womanthat belonged to him.

Freya was all his.

He’d never felt this possessive about awoman.

For a long time, he’d known Freya had beendifferent from otherwomen. She had always been on his radar, and now that he had ataste, he didn’t think for a second he was ever going to be able toquench his thirst for her. He felt possessed with need.

The fact he’d been the first man she’d beenwith had fucking thrilled him. No other man was ever going to knowjust how good she was. He’d be the first and only man to be withher.

What also scared him was while having thesethoughts, he couldn’t help but think about finding a way to … keepher. In essence, to trap her. Knocking her up would be the bestway, but Maverick didn’t know if he could do that to her.

The thought of Freya heavily pregnant with his child turned him on.He’d never wanted kids or a family, but one night with this woman,and he was more than ready to settle down.

Freya moved up the bed, and the moment shelay against the pillows, he stared down at her. Her full, rich,thick brown hair was spread across the pillows, and he stared intoher beautiful brown eyes. Like always, there was a twinkle as shelooked back at him.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing. Anyone ever tell you, you’rebeautiful?” he asked.

She giggled, but it wasn’t an annoying sound. “Only when I’moffering them a discount at the store.” She groaned. “That soundskind of dirty, doesn’t it?”

“I know what kind of discounts you’reoffering, so it doesn’t sound all that strange to me.” And then, hedropped a kiss to her lips, because he couldn’t help himself. Heneeded to kiss those beautiful lips.

Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, hebegan to plunge inside and met his own with hers. She tasted likebeer and chocolate. A heady combination.

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