Page 48 of Best Part of Me

Rosie wasn’t amused by the selfies of me and Maverick. Though, I know she wants me to be happy. But this, with Maverick, is only temporary. And she’s no idiot. She knows she’ll be the one picking up the pieces when it’s all over.

The fall is going to be detrimental.

But I push those thoughts to the back of my mind while I scroll through pictures on my phone from the day before. The rumbling of Maverick’s snores beside me comforts me in the faint morning light. Last night after the strenuous hike and showers, we fell asleep mid-cuddle, mid-conversation. Resulting in a night of no sex.

Maybe our bodies needed the break. But I can’t help but think in the back of my mind that we’re becoming too comfortable. This is supposed to be a no-strings-attached relationship. Our time together is already limited. And now I’m seeing last night’s no sex as a missed opportunity.

Only eight more days.

Maverick stirs next to me before an arm flops across my chest. It feels like an ownership gesture, and I don’t know if it gets me going or if it’s a turnoff. Because aren’t I treating him as a possession as well? Something that is mine for the duration of this trip.

I like him being mine. Just the idea of having the ability to unravel him with a single touch has me on a power trip like I’ve never experienced before. It’s intoxicating. I feel drunk with control.

He pushes the entire length of his body against my side, his morning wood pressing into my leg, causing my stomach to clench. It impresses me. The size of him and the fact that he can be ready to go as soon as he wakes up.

It awakens my hormones, arousing me instantly.

Maybe all is not lost with us. Maybe we haven’t slipped into a relationship. The desperation for him and to get this fling back on track drives me to roll myself on top of him and plant my mouth on his.

“Fuck. What did I do to get so lucky with morning sex?” his voice growls against my lips.

“A few days ago, just the idea of morning sex had you creeped out.” I tease the sensitive skin below his ear with intricate kisses.

“I don’t know what I was so worried about. It’s almost the best thing in the world.” He massages his rough hands down my back, and I rock my hips against him.

“I don’t think it was the morning sex. It was that looming other thing.” I kiss a trail down his chest, my legs straddling over him and the pressure of his cock against me. When he frowns at me, I elaborate. “Attachment.”

Maverick stills beneath me. I suck in a breath. Worriment zips through me, causing tension to stretch across my shoulders. Just me saying that word out loud might be enough to turn him off. I don’t think I could handle the rejection. Especially not from him.

“You’re not gonna get attached, are you, Sunshine?” Darkness flashes across his eyes, and he bucks against me.

On second thought, maybe he’s getting off on this. On the possibility of me getting attached to him.

“Hell no. That wasn’t part of the deal.”

Our eyes lock, and he holds me prisoner while he plunges inside of me. I gasp, not fully prepared this early in the morning to take him in. But it’s as if my body is already remembering his cock, and it only takes one thrust before it welcomes him.

“Maverick,” I murmur, unintentional, but he feels incredible.

“Good,” he finally says, coaxing as he grips my hips and slams me into him harder. “That’s good, my Sunshine. Promise me you won’t.”

His thumb pushes against my clit, and my head lolls back. My brain is delirious as my senses are overloaded and pleasure vibrates through my entire body.

“Promise,” he says, more sternly this time as the pad of his thumb rubs circles.

When I lower my gaze to him, it’s as if I notice a flicker of conviction staring back at me. “Promise.”

And then he flips me to my back and slams into me over and over in the most delicious rhythm. He’s quick to finish me off this morning. But still leaves me utterly satisfied. And ensuring my vindication.

He hovers above me, breathless, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose before he says, “I should let you know, there are no showers at the campground at Death Valley. And we’ll be there for two nights.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said about the last campground, and then they had showers with the best water pressure I’ve ever experienced.”

“Fine. Don’t believe me. I don’t mind you dirty. In fact, I think I might prefer it.” His eyes darken and he nips at my chin.

I take his word for it. If I have to go two days without a shower, I won’t risk going three.

He kisses me once more before pulling out of me and climbing off. He hands me the clothes he so easily ripped off me only moments before. I dress quickly before scrambling out of the tent and down the ladder. In the back of the Jeep, I rummage in my suitcase until I find clothes for the day. Maverick warned me the weather shifts drastically from the entrance of the park and throughout. It sounds unreal, but I decide to layer up my clothes.

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