Page 30 of The Maverick of the Mountain
“I love you, Maverick.”
No sooner had the words left my lips than Maverick claimed them for his own. His hands grip my skull as our lips crash together. There’s no timidness. No uncertainty. The man is unrestrained in his need for me as he devours my mouth with his, stealing my breath and all coherent thought in my head.
I feel weightless. I can’t even register the water crashing against my back, only Maverick’s lips. His tongue. The way his fingers dig into my flesh. His cock, pulsing against my belly. I’ve never been kissed like this before. Primal. Animalistic. It’s not until he breaks the seal, his face diving into the crook of my neck, that I can finally breathe again. Deep, heaving breaths as I cling to Maverick.
“Jesus, Corinne,” he rasps against my skin. “I thought I fucked it all up.” He licks the hollow of my throat, sending a jolt through my core as he moans. “God, I’ve wanted to taste your lips so badly.” His hands slide down my sides. God, they’re so massive. Heavy. And the way they rivet me in place with a firm grip is making my knees weak.
“And how’d they taste?” I tilt my gaze up at him. Everything feels a little hazy. Dreamlike. But the way my body feels denies that possibility. This is real.
I exhale harshly as Maverick’s hand slides to my throat. “Like fucking heaven, sweet girl.”
And then he kisses me again. Harshly. Savagely, as his other hand molds around my ass, gripping and kneading and pressing me closer against his body. He wasn’t wrong when he told me he’d warm me up. And if he keeps kissing me like this, I’ll be nothing more than a puddle of molten goo.
I gasp when he finally pulls away, his lips still touching mine. I nip at them, taking them in between my teeth, tugging at them, sucking them, tasting them. He tastes so good. Hesmellsso good. Manly and musky, and I can’t help but fall back onto my heels and shove my face into his chest.
“Favorite shower ever,” I mutter.
Maverick threads his fingers through my wet hair. “It’s not over yet.”
“That’s right,” I say, smiling against his chest. “I haven’t cleaned you up. It’s only fair if I help you out the way you helped me.”
“Thinking about soaping these cheeks?”
A large smack rents the air, and I laugh, fingers digging into his back. “No, but now I am.”
Along with the steel rod that has been sliding up and down my belly…
I reluctantly let go of him to reach for the body wash. When I look back at Maverick, I’m not even sure where to begin. Everywhere. All at once. My hands may not be as big as Maverick’s, but they’re going to be thorough…
The body wash makes a farting noise as I shoot a massive string of soap onto his thick, broad chest. I’ve been imagining how Maverick looked under his flannel, and it’s way, way better. I start slowly with my hands, gliding all over his firm, taut chest, relishing every little noise he makes.
“I could get used to this,” Maverick rasps. “My girl bathing—fuuuuuck,”he moans, as I let one hand drop to his cock. I can feel it pulse in my hand. Warm and firm and velvety smooth. I thumb the underside of his head as I start rubbing my body against him.
“Jesus, Corinne. You trying to kill me?”
I hum, glancing back up at him as I start pumping him. “No, I’m trying to make you come.”
The expression on his face turns me on even more as I stroke him harder. Agony. Bliss. Shock. I’m not sure there’s a single emotion that doesn’t flash across his face. But then he grips my wrist, and something else I’ve never seen before rises in his eyes.
“No,” he growls, pulling me up.
He thrusts my hand above my head and pins me against the cold tiles, my heart racing, absolutely pounding against my ribcage as he stares at me like I’m his prey. Weak. Injured. Completely at his mercy, and he’s about to stake his claim.
His thick cock presses against me as he holds his intense gaze. Holds my hand above me.
“Not going to happen. I’m going to make you come. Make you feel good. Okay?”
I swallow, my body electrified. “Okay.”
The tightness in his jaw loosens, and he relaxes, dipping his head down. He cups my cheek briefly, brushing my lips with histhumb before his hand skates down my throat and then encircles my breast.
“Perfect fucking tits,” he growls. It’s low. Almost like he’s talking to himself. His hand glides down my belly as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and moaning, his tongue swirling against me. Claiming my flesh with his lips. And then his fingers brush against my thighs, between my legs, against my?—
“Fuck,” I moan, my head rearing back as his deft fingers find my clit. Rubbing and stroking. I rock my hips against him as he makes me feel good. So fucking good.
“So wet,” he rasps against my breast, his fingers sliding across my slit. “You need this as much as I do, don’t you, sweet girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mutter, rocking against him.
