Page 58 of Maverick

“Beautiful,” he breathed, gently guiding me toward the bed. “Lie down.”

Unable to breathe, I did, the rose petals tickling my skin. He knelt beside me, popping the champagne and pouring two glasses. I propped up on my elbow. He handed me a glass. We clinked them lightly, the bubbles fizzling as we drank. I savored the crisp texture, never taking my eyes off him.

It felt like a dream, unreal and completely surreal.“I’ve never had a drink naked before.”

Maverick set his glass aside, leaning over me. “Relax, princess. Let me take care of you.” His voice was deep, resonant with a promise.

I thought he’d waste no time, but the biker oiled his hands, enticing me onto my belly. He started with a massage, pressing his palms firmly into my shoulders and back. A soft moan escaped me as his thumbs dug into knots I hadn’t realized were there. His warmth, his steady touch, melted away my nerves. His hands did things to me, and I was close to losing it.I’d never had a real massage before. This was beyond any fantasy from my books.

“Feel good?” he murmured, leaning to brush a kiss at the base of my neck.

“So good,” I breathed, eyes fluttering shut. My limbs felt heavy, relaxed. I could barely remember how to speak.

He traced his way down my back, kneading muscles along my spine. Then he rolled me gently, sliding his hands down my arms, down my stomach, avoiding the tender area where my tattoo was. He was so careful. But with each slide of his fingers, the flames of my desire grew taller, crackling and spitting.

When his mouth replaced his hands, my skin was seared. He peppered kisses across my collarbone, down between my breasts. He gently sucked on my nipples, one after the other. As if on cue, overwhelmed, I arched slightly, as if I was acting out a play I’d only read about. Was I really doing this? Yes. I felt too good, I didn't care about anything else.

The biker moved lower, leaving hot, wet kisses on my belly. I trembled, thinking of his next move. Biting my lip as his tongue slipped between my slick folds, I tried to keep in control. But when his tongue moved, I moaned his name. Maverick shot up to kiss my lips, assaulting me with the taste of my arousal. Fuck me. What I’d always thought was gross was an absolute turn on.

This biker, this glorious man tasted like the pussy he just lick, my pussy.

Looking downright primal, he undid his jeans, sliding them off. I caught a glimpse of him, my pulse sky-rocketing. I’d seen a naked man or two before in fleeting moments, evenhim. But this was… different. The biker was large, muscular, and entirely male, with an erect burgeoning male hood, member, manroot… I thought of every euphemism for his cock as he stroked a length to rival all others. And the hunger in his eyes was directed solely at me. I thought we’d work up to intercourse, that he’d want a blow job or something, but it seemed Maverick was going in for the kill.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he said softly, sliding up until our bodies aligned perfectly. “I won’t hurt you.”

Nerves made me let out a soft, high-pitched laugh. “I’m a lawyer, you know, not some silly teenage girl. It’s stupid for me to be afraid. I’vereadeverything about this.”

Though reading and reality were worlds apart.

He tenderly touched my cheek before giving me a sweet kiss. “It’s not stupid. And I don’t want you to regret this.” He paused, searching my eyes. “You sure you’re ready?”

A thousand thoughts collided in my head, the danger chasing us, the property patch etched on my skin, the nights we’d spent together, half in terror, half in longing. “Yes,” I whispered, though my voice trembled. “I want this. I… trust you.”

His gaze flared with gratitude and something much deeper. “Thank God,” he murmured, brushing his lips across my jaw. “I’ll go slow.”

He started with sweet kisses, his mouth exploring mine. We tangled in the sheets, practically humping each other, the rose petals crushed beneath us, releasing a faint floral scent. My skin buzzed with electricity as he took a hold of my hips and truly aligned himself between my thighs. His every movement wascareful, almost reverent, as the head of his dick butted against my entrance.

“Wait,” I said. “What about protection?” I knew he’d had a condom in his saddlebag.

Maverick bit his lip. “I’m claiming you, princess. I’m going to fuck your pussy raw. You okay with that? We can stop.”

He’d given me pause, not because of the implications, no protection, but because of how he’d said it. The raw desire and need in his voice. “No. I’m okay,” I squeaked, wanting nothing more in my entire life.

And then he moved. A sharp shock of pain followed as he pressed forward.

I stiffened, gasping. “Ouch…” I hissed, eyes flying open. I hadn’t expected it to hurt this much, despite all the warnings and reading.

Maverick froze, concern flooding his features. “Shit, sorry,” he breathed, cupping my cheek. “Didn’t mean to….”

“It’s fine,” I mumbled, even as tears pricked my eyes. “Just… gimme a second.”

He eased back but was still there. I felt the burn still there, too, a dull ache. I was so upset, I felt like crying. This was supposed to be romantic. Damn it. I plastered on a smile, but I bet it looked fake. “I’ll be okay.” Fuck. I wanted him, bad.

His brow furrowed. “We can stop if you want…”

“No!” I blurted, though part of me was real tempted to call it off. The other part needed him inside of me. I’d come this far. “Just… slow.”

The biker nodded, pressing gentle kisses to my neck as he moved his hips ever so slowly. Gradually, the sting lessened, Ithought, until he pushed forward again. I was in agony. My body was rigid with pain. A high-pitched whimper escaped me, and instinctively, I jerked away, crawling backward. The abruptness made him slip free, and I could see the frustration and guilt in his eyes.

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