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That’s when Maverick dives into the flames headfirst. Before I realize what’s happening, he’s shifted and pulled me into a sitting position. And with a force and passion I’ve never felt, he kisses me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Maverick
Light fizzles and ignites like sparklers in my nerve endings. She sighs into the kiss, a gentle moan gripping the tail of that soft sound, and I’m melting. I’m drifting. Pieces of me break apart and splinter in the best way. The walls collapse as if she’s pulled a string.
Frustration follows the pleasant feelings because I can’tdoanything with them. This woman is quickly becoming putty in the hands of an incompetent artist. Instead of molding her body to mine, I can only look and imagine what it would be like to be part of her.
I lean back and look into her eyes. “Slap me, sweetheart.”
The lust-haze clears from her gaze, and she blinks. “Huh?”
“I don’t mean a little love tap, either. You really have to give it all you’ve got.”
She looks at my crotch as realization dawns in her eyes. “Oh. Right.” Looking back at my face, she nibbles her bottom lip and raises her hand. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re under the influence, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’m clear-headed enough to tell you that I want you more than you can understand. More than evenIcan grasp. I’m also clear-headed enough to know this is a bad idea.” I lean forward and run my hands through her dark hair until I reach the back of her scalp, where I squeeze and pull her closer. “It’s aterribleidea, but fuck the consequences. Hurt me, Frankie. Hurt me so that I can please you.”
I pull her lips to mine, and she relaxes in my hold as our mouths move as one. Her hands drift to my biceps, where she explores each muscle as if she’s mapping me out. She breaks the kiss and straddles my waist.
“I’ve made worse decisions,” she whispers against my lips. Then she raises her hand and delivers one hell of a slap to the side of my face.
Fuck, the pain is delicious. Heat blazes over my skin, and my cheek begins to swell. My eye even waters. But it’s not enough.
“Treat me like one of your interrogation suspects,” I offer, hoping it gives her some ideas.
“The slap wasn’t enough?”
I shake my head.
Whap!
My skull rocks to the side, and I see stars.
“How about now?” She reaches back and cups my semi. “Jesus, what the fuck do I have to do, shoot you? If this is what it takes to get hard, it’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
The insecurity nibbles at my insides, and I try to ease her off my lap, but she fights to stay seated.
“Hang on,” she grunts. “I’m not ready to give up just yet.”
Without any warning, she drops against my chest and sinks her teeth into my trap. With the bite force of a fucking alligator, she clenches her jaw while also driving her nails into my ribs. Glorious pain sings through my muscles until I’m forced to cry out.
She releases her hold and looks at me. “Too hard?”
“If you mean my cock, yes.” I smirk at her. “Keep it going until we’re in the heat of battle, sweetheart. Dose me with little shots of pain.”
I reach up and tear down the romper top, not caring as the fabric rips. Frankie hurries to pull it off the rest of the way, followed by her bra and panties. As she stands beside the bed, I can see every beautiful inch of her body, and it’s magnificent.
“Lie on the bed,” I demand. “I need to taste you.”
As soon as her back hits the mattress, I’m on her. Need was the right word, and I can’t even blame the drugs now. This desire springs from a hunger I’ve endured for far too long. I’m starving for her, and I don’t know where to start. My tongue lashes over her relaxed breasts, and my fingers revel in their softness. I suck her hardened nipple into my mouth and nibble that delicious bud until a soft moan rolls out of her.
Despite all the glorious feedback from Frankie, I’m unable to maintain the erection, and my cock softens as I nip and nibble my way down her soft stomach. That’s okay. I’ll focus on her for now. The important part is that I know she can deliver the push I need.
“Do you have any kinks, sweetheart? I can’t be the only one.” I nip her thighs and move closer to the warmth between them. “Hopefully it’s not submission. Not sure how that would work out.”
She laughs, and that sound coupled with the sweet scent of her desire is almost enough to get me hard. I don’t wait for her response. I can’t. If I don’t press my tongue to her and taste that beautiful pussy, I’ll die.
