Page 47 of Fumbled Love

“More than just a peck.”

I’d gotten a taste here and there, but if I didn’t satisfy this need soon, I feared I’d lose my damn mind.

“You mean with tongue.” She blinked those blue eyes at me, trying to act innocent, but there was nothing pure with how her face heated. And the thoughts spinning through my head were downright sinful.

“Lots of tongue,” I explained. I was two seconds away from bending her over my dining room table and showing her all the things we could do with my talented tongue.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Her smile turned into a full-blown grin.

Thank God she was going to put me out of my misery.

In my next breath, my mouth was against hers. My tongue plunged inside because I was too damn restless to take it slow. Hunger, like I had never felt before, was spinning out of control. My body hummed with an intensity that was so strong I couldn’t push it aside any longer.

I wanted everything. Her touch, her smile, her laugh; I wanted it all.

My lips branded hers in a bruising kiss; her taste sent a shot of pleasure through every cell in my body. Strong fingernails trailed down my back, sending my head spinning out of control. Unable to stop myself, I lifted her and folded her legs around my waist. I almost came out of my skin when she rocked her center against mine.

On wobbly legs, I carried her over to the wall of windows, where a burst of fireworks exploded in the sky. All the plans I had for tonight were turned to dust. The only thought in my head was how quickly I could burrow myself inside her. The dessert spread I had delivered would be there when we finished. I had something much better to feast on and a hell of a lot more satisfying.

I started to slow the kiss, but her hands went to my scalp and held me in place. “Don’t you dare stop,” she hissed against my mouth.

“Not a fucking chance.” I breathed against her lips.

The entire world could have burned down around us, but I was too busy devouring her lips to care.

All over, one little speech that turned me inside out.

My fingers were clumsy as I reached up her shirt to unhook her bra. Her hands fumbled with the button on my pants. My memory of how good she felt that night came roaring back. My length was throbbing against her center, and I needed to get our damn clothes off.

“Maverick,” she rasped out.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me. Now.”

CHAPTER17

KINLEY

I leaned on my elbows,watching him pull the hem of his shirt over his head. I could never get sick of staring at the view in front of me. The man was gifted beyond reason. The urge to slide my palms along those taut muscles seemed to grow with each breath.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them on the floor. Once I was completely bare, I expected to feel self-conscious, but with how he gazed at me, I’d never felt more beautiful in my life.

Instead of crawling over the top of me like I wanted him to, he just stood there and gazed at me for a minute.

“Why are you all the way over there?” I asked when he wasn’t closing the gap between us. It was a miracle I could even form a coherent sentence.

His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. He looked tortured. He looked beautiful. He looked like he was on the verge of losing control.

“I’m giving myself a minute because I know once I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Sounds like a solid plan to me.” I darted my tongue out to lick my lips. “Maybe we should get started.”

I wasn’t sure where this confidence came from, but he seemed to like it.

His eyes darted down to where I lay completely naked on his couch. His expression looked pained while my body hummed with anticipation. He displayed a level of discipline that I’m not sure many men could. “Tell me exactly what you need so I can give it to you.”

“I need you to touch me.” I was afraid if he didn’t, I would do something to embarrass myself. I was barely hanging on by a thread, and he hadn’t laid a hand on me yet.

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