Page 89 of Bitter Beats

“Fuck, you feel so good, Mckenna,” he murmurs, his fingers grasping the ends of my hair. He sits up halfway and latches onto my right breast, drawing my pebbled nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue.

“Ahh,” I whimper, feeling it between my legs. “Mav,” I moan, the intensity growing. Everything in my body tightens, and then, Mav reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit. I implode.

Waves of pleasure, intense and infinite, move through my body.

“Maverick,” I cry again.

“Damn, Mckenna; I got you,” he promises, thrusting up into me, hard and fast, four times before growling my name.

Mav bands his arms against my lower back and hugs me as he falls back on the mattress, bringing me with him, his tongue swiping against my nipple.

I shudder, little convulsions still flickering through my limbs. He’s still inside me, and my inner walls clench around him, not wanting this moment to end.

Does it need to end?

“Mav,” I whisper.

Instead of pulling out, he clasps my face between his hands and kisses me. It’s a hard kiss but filled with gratitude.

“That was incredible, Mckenna. You’re fucking everything.” His voice is guttural. Husky with the truth.

“Mav,” I repeat, rolling onto my side.

We lay beside each other, our eyes searching, our noses nearly touching. We’re joined in every way that matters, and a calmness washes over me. Right now, I’m at peace. Whole.

And I don’t ever want tonight to end. If there’s anything I’ve learned from Mav, it’s about leaning into the moment. Embracing the experience.

The now is so beautiful and fragile, and tonight, I’m wholly present in it.

“Want to do something wild?” I whisper against his mouth.

I feel his smile against my lips. His fingers trail down the center of my back and rest against the swell of my ass. “Wilder than this?” he murmurs.

I nod. What I have in mind is the craziest, most brazen thought I’ve ever had.

But I want it. With him. Right now.

Always.

Peace. Whole.Home.

“Do I have to move?” Mav wonders.

I giggle. “Unfortunately.”

“Can we do this again?” he asks.

“Afterwards,” I promise.

“Okay,” he agrees. He slides out of me, and I instantly feel the loss. I want him back. Between my thighs, in this bed, always by my side.

I move up onto my elbows and watch as Mav goes to the bathroom to clean up. The naked outline of his body is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t know if it’s the lust, the alcohol buzzing in my head, or the life-changing moment we just shared, but a resolve settles in my chest.

I swing my legs over the side of the mattress and stand. “Whoa.” I toss out a hand and knock over the bedside lamp before finding the wall. “Shit.” I’m wobbly as hell.

I step forward, and wince as a shard of the lamp stabs my big toe.

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