Page 124 of A Little Complicated

I rock myself against him more, the seam of my jeans rubbing through my panties and against my clit in the most delicious way possible. Fuck, he’s right. I could come like this. Because it’s Mav.

After shoving my bra up, he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud while guiding my hips with his hands, urging me on.

“You have no idea how good this feels,” I whimper.

He releases my nipple with a soft pop and shifts beneath me, letting me feel his cock and exactly how hard he is. How ready he is. “Bet you’re so wet, aren’t you, baby?”

“So fucking wet,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.

He scrapes his teeth against the side of my neck, and I arch my back as his palms find my breasts. I soak up the heat from them and the roughness of his touch.

“I might not be able to give you forever, Goose, but I can give you this. I can give you these little morsels. And it’s enough. Right, Lia? Tell me it’s enough.”

“Yes,” I whisper because if I don’t, he’ll stop. He’ll push me away. I know he will. And I can’t let him. Not when I just got him back. The truth is, I’m not sure if these little morselsareenough anymore. I want more. I’ve always wanted more. I’ve wanted every single piece of Maverick Buchanan since we were teens, and I’m not sure I’ll ever stop. But if I tell him, he definitely will.

And I can’t lose him. Not again.

“I need you naked, Goose. I need to taste you and lick you and put my tongue inside you.”

“God, yes.”

“You gonna ride my face, baby?”

I nod, rolling my hips in long, slow motions as he lets go of my left breast and slides his hand into my hair, knotting it with his fingers.

“Fuck, Lia. You have no idea how pretty you look. With your hair in my hand. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured this? You and me again? I wanna see you suck my cock long and deep. I wanna see you ride it, throwing your head back and rolling your hips. I want—”

“Fuck,” I choke out as my orgasm hits me harder than I anticipated. My thighs quiver, and my lips part on a gasp.

He slams his mouth against mine again, swallowing my moans while I slowly come back down to earth. When the flick of the study room’s light paints the roof, our heads snap in its direction.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Tatum spits.

My heart lodges in my throat, and Maverick rushes to pull my shirt down, covering me. But I don’t move. I can’t. I’m fucking frozen. “Tatum, we weren’t—”

“Don’t youdaretry to lie your way out of this.” Her look of disgust will forever be etched into my mind as she crosses her arms and shakes her head. “Archer is the best thing that has andwillever happen to—”

“We broke up,” I announce. My pulse pounds in my ears, fucking galloping so fast I can barely see straight. “It was a little while ago, but—”

Her dark, venomous laugh cuts me off. “You think it makes this any better? Maverick is Archer’s brother. Histwinbrother.” Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “It doesn’t matter how much time passes, you fucking Maverick willneverbe okay, Ophelia.”

“You don’t get it,” I rush out. “You remember Mystery Man? It was Mav—”

“You mean the dick who broke your heart an hour before prom?” she mocks. “You’re really stupid enough to give him another chance after how he treated you?”

“You’re being unfair.”

“Did he even tell you why?” she demands.

I pale.

“He didn’t, did he?” She waits for my response, but when I don't give her one, she lets out a sour laugh. “So let me get this straight. He didn’t commit then, and you honestly expect him to commit to you now?”

“We’re…” I lick my lips, unsure what to say.

With a nod, she rolls her eyes. “Let me guess, you’re not putting a label on things, right? Just hooking up for shits and giggles without bothering to think about how it might hurt those around you?”

“Tate, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Maverick interrupts, but my sister doesn’t even bother acknowledging him.

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