Page 60 of Wicked Games

“Why you saved me in the game today.”

He was silent for a moment. When he finally replied, his voice was low. “You know why.”

“No. I actually don’t know at all.” I folded my arms. “You hate me. You’ve always made thatveryclear.”

“You’re right,” he said softly. He was staring right at my lips. “I hate you.”

“So why did you save me from Tate today?” I demanded, eyes narrowing. “It’s not the first time you’ve helped me, either.”

Maverick rubbed his jaw and looked away. “I already answered your question.”

“No, you just gave me some bullshit about already knowing why, and I’m telling you, I don’t know why! So tell me. Now!”

He returned his steely gaze to me. “Fine,” he growled, chest heaving. “I’ll fucking tell you why, Carey.”

With that, he enveloped my face in his hands, drawing me close before he crushed his lips to mine.

Carey

Maverick snaked his arm around my waist and pushed me right up against the door, his lips never lifting from mine, his hands all over me. I kissed him back just as hard and fast, pouring out every ounce of frustration, irritation, and loathing into each clash of our lips.

His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me even closer, as if there wasn’t enough room to contain the heat between us. The outside world faded to oblivion, and I no longer cared about the twisted games beyond these walls or the threat of death looming over our heads. All that mattered now was the press of Maverick’s body against mine and the way his touch sent shivers down my spine, making me ache for more.

When his fingertips started moving lower, delving into the waistband of my pants, I didn’t stop him. I kept kissing him, raking my hands through his hair as moans spilled from my lips and into his mouth.

He finally pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, and his eyes locked with mine. The dark intensity in his gaze said more than his words ever could, and I knew this was the beginning of something that neither of us could stop.

He ushered me toward the bed, hand sliding beneath my panties to skim my center. “You’re wet,” he muttered, breathing heavily against my neck. I could feel his heart pounding, echoing the rapid rhythm of mine.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly, clinging to him. “Please…”

I trailed off, not entirely sure what I was asking for with that last whispered word. Maverick seemed to know anyway, expertly rubbing the tight bundle of nerves between my legs until I felt like I was melting.

“More,” I murmured, lips ghosting over his ear. “I need more.”

Our clothes vanished in a flurry of hands, leaving a trail of black and gray fabric on the floor beside the bed. We fell onto the mattress, and I rolled onto my back and sat up on my elbows, watching Maverick devour my naked body with his gaze. The expression on his face made me weak, radiating pure lust and need.

I snaked a hand down between my legs to slowly rub my pussy, as if daring him to come and take it. He let out a low groan. “Fuck…”

With that, he was on me, wrapping a fist around his hard cock and angling it to drag the head over my clit. I held my breath, willing him to do more. Once again, it was like he read my mind, because he dragged his cock lower, wetting himself with my desire. Down, and then up to stroke my clit, and then back down. Over and over, winding me up tighter and tighter.

I let out a low, breathy moan and bit my bottom lip, legs trembling with anticipation. It felt so wrong and dirty to be doing this with the guy who’d tried his best to wreck my life over the last several weeks, but the wrongness of it only stoked my need higher.

Maverick moved his cock back down to my entrance, and I tensed as he pressed inside. He was much bigger than I’dexperienced before. “It’s okay,” he murmured as the burn from the sudden intrusion made me cry out. “You trust me?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly, winding my arms around him.

He slid out slowly before pushing back in. He did it over and over, each shift stretching me a little more until it started to feel incredible. “Oh my god,” I panted, fingernails digging into his back. “More.More.”

Maverick’s movements picked up, cock hitting some spot inside me that had my eyes rolling back in my head. At the same time, his hand slipped between us to rub my clit in fast circles until the pressure inside me was too much to handle. I arched into his chest and clung to him even tighter as I came undone on his cock, moaning loudly.

“Fuck,” he muttered in a shaky voice, his movements picking up. “I can feel you coming.”

“Oh, god,” I cried out as I spasmed around his cock once more. “Mav…”

He let out a low growl as he pumped faster, my body quivering beneath his. His breaths came faster and faster until he was panting and grunting, and then he pulled out to come on my stomach, cock twitching against the soft skin there.

He pressed a tender yet fierce kiss to my forehead before pulling away to grab a wad of tissues from the bedside table. I stayed motionless, dazedly watching the rippling muscles of his body as he gently cleaned my abdomen.

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