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“Oh, right.” And suddenly, all my prior reservations have floated away.

I hop down from him and wriggle out of my bottoms, tossing them onto the rocks out of the water. Maverick doesn’t move. He studies me under the glow of the full moon as I slip the straps of my bikini top down my shoulders.

Reaching around my back, I bite my lip while I unclasp the suit. Maverick and I make eye contact, and my stomach flutters. Once free, I fling my bikini top, not even caring where it lands.

Slowly, I sink deeper. The heated water tunnels between my fingers. This adventure has heightened my arousal. I’m even more turned on by the sensation of the water gliding between my legs. The warmth hitting all my body parts and heating them up.

Maverick leans back, elbows propped on the edge. The hunger for him intensifies. And the way he looks at me, like he wants to fucking devour me, sends an increased ache between my thighs.

“How does it feel?” Maverick asks me.

“Amazing. Risqué. Sexy.” I loll my head back, peering up at the star-sprinkled sky.

His chuckle rumbles in his chest and is like an aphrodisiac. It’s a sound I love. One that I crave.

CHAPTER18

Maverick

The moonlight shines on her, cascading her body in a halo-like portrait. It spotlights her stunning features; perky breasts that beg to be caressed, bare shoulders that crave to be massaged, a stomach wanting to be kissed. The water laps just below her belly button, the rest of her disappearing below the surface.

She’s glittering beneath the diamond sky. I let her have this moment, to connect with the water and soak it in. But my self-control is fading. It’s agony to watch her and not touch her. She’s absolutely stunning.

“You gonna join me or what?”

“It’s about damn time,” I say as I strip out of my trunks.

I squeeze her sides and hoist her up before slamming her against me. The full-frontal contact makes me even more wild for her. She grips my shoulders, pushing her weight on me as she glides herself up and down against my length a few times before I thrust inside her. A sweet gasp from her lips has me so turned on I’m tempted to profess my love for her. For real this time. Not on a chuckled whim in the spur of the moment.

I’m ready to commit to her. Only her. Forever and ever.

Fuck. I’m a goner.

“This is perfect,” I whisper. “You’re fucking perfect.” I mash my lips to the delicate skin at her neck, and she crashes into me, taking control. She fists her hands in my hair, and my teeth gnash against her wet shoulder.

“Undo me, Mav. Undo me, undo me,” she murmurs it into the quiet night like a prayer.

“As you wish, Sunshine.” Clinging to her, I want to hold her to me and never let go. And as ridiculous as it is, I want to make her mine.

Even if only for tonight.

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The driveto Yosemite is uneventful so far. Cammie is bored. When she threatens to put on an audiobook, which appears to just be porn for women, or we play a road trip game, I choose the latter.

“So this is your basic license plate game, except it has a twist,” she says, her face bright, while she turns in her seat to face me.

I groan underneath my breath as I return my focus to the road. I’m not as amused as Sunshine, but when she explains the rules, I’m more intrigued.

“When you find a new state, you get the kiss or touch the other person. Anywhere.”

I glance over at her from the corner of my eye, “Anywhere?”

“Yep. That’s the twist. Now, are you up for playing?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I set my hand on her leg.

She slaps it away. “Nuh-uh, Mr. Presumptuous. Not until you find a license plate.”

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