Page 89 of Connected By Stars
“I had this whole plan in my head that I was going to go to your tent and crawl into your sleeping bag with you, and you would tell me how badly you’ve been wanting me but were scared to make the first move. We then would have hot sex and live happily ever after.” I laugh. “It sounded like such a good plan in my tequila-induced mind.”
“You do realize I was twenty, and you were only sixteen, right?”
“It didn’t matter to me.” I shrug my shoulders. “Age is just a number, and I knew one day four years wouldn’t matter.”
“As much as that turns me on to have you seduce me, I’m so glad I ruined your plans by causing you to trip over me and waking up Sophia when you fell. I don’t know what I would have done if you would have thrown yourself at me. I would liketo think I would have been a gentleman and walked your drunk ass back to your tent, but my willpower with you only goes so far.” He chuckles behind my back. “Thank God I didn’t have to put it to the test.”
“In my head, I was very persuasive. You didn’t stand a chance. Looking back, it probably wasn’t such a good idea with Noah’s tent right next to yours.” I giggle.
“You think? Very poor planning on your part. I could have been killed that night, not to mention the fact that you were jailbait.” He runs a hand through his hair and laughs. “For the record, though, feel free to seduce me at any time from here on out.” He whispers into my ear before his tongue comes out to taste my neck. “Dance with me,” he says against my ear.
“I would love to.” He pulls out his phone, and soft music fills the air. I get up, and he pulls me into his arms as we sway to the sound. His hand comes around my waist as the other holds my hand to his chest.
Sighing, I close my eyes and lay against him, letting the music and the feel of his body lull me into a deep peace like I’ve never felt before. I feel wrapped up in the comfort of his love, never wanting it to end.
“It’s raining,” he whispers in my ear before he pulls me with him out from under the gazebo roof. Laughing, I tilt my face to the sky and let the light rain wash over me.
“I thought I loved rain before, but you know what’s even better?” I watch as the raindrops slide down his tattooed arm.
“What?” He asks, taking a step closer.
“Kissing you in it.”
He grins back at me and grasps my face with his hands. “That we can agree on,” he says seconds before his lips find mine. His kiss is slow and torturous as he takes his time. Heat spreads throughout my whole body down to the very core of me. God, this man can kiss. When they say these moments onlyhappen in the movies, they are lying because right here, right now, everything I have wished for is right here, holding me.
“Hey,I didn’t know you were coming by.” Maverick looks up from his laptop and grins at me.
“I wanted to surprise you with lunch.” I hold the takeout bags up and laugh as he swoops me up into a hug. “You’re squishing our lunch,” I laugh as he squeezes me tighter.
“It’ll survive.” He kisses me before setting me down. “Now, what did you bring me?” He rummages through the bag like an excited little kid, and I laugh.
I pull over a chair to his desk and sit down with him. “Your favorite wrap from across the street. You should have seen the grin Mrs. Anderson gave me when I told her to make your favorite. She made sure to have me tell you that she’s proud of you for following your heart, whatever that means.”
Maverick shakes his head and chuckles. “I went there before the wedding and got lunch. She was talking about how she’d be at mine one day, and I told her not to hold her breath. She said my girl is out there. I just needed to follow my heart, and I would find her. Guess she was right,” he says, grinning at me.
“You know how these older ladies love to talk. She’ll be telling Miss Sylvia and her sister, Sadie, before the day is over. She’s probably on the phone with them right now.”
“Yeah, our secret is definitely over. Luckily, Noah and Emma get back late Saturday night and will be too jet-lagged to hang around town on Sunday. We should be good until we tell them. Now, our parents, I’m not so sure.” He chuckles and takes a bite of his wrap.
“I guess we’ll know tomorrow when we see them. God, I forgot how good Mrs. Anderson’s wraps were.” I take anotherbite and catch Maverick watching me. “What?” I say, licking my lips.
“I just love to watch you eat.” He gives me a wicked grin before finishing the rest of his lunch.
I walk over to the garbage can and throw our wrappers away when I hear the door lock. I feel him come up behind me, the air crackling with unseen energy.
“Thanks for bringing me lunch.” He nips my neck and places kisses along my collarbone. “Dessert is on me.” His hand grazes my nipple, causing it to instantly harden.
“What about Luke? He’s right out front.”
“Then you better not scream.”
His words send a pool of desire straight to my core, and all my thoughts of getting caught disappear in an instant.
“As much as I want to bend you over my desk and bury myself inside you, I’ll have to leave that for another day when we’re alone. I want to be able to hear you scream and see your naked body displayed on my desk. No one gets to hear those screams but me.” He tugs on a nipple, causing me to moan and press my backside against him.
His hand finds me throbbing for him as he cups my wetness under my sundress before sliding into my panties and entering two fingers.
“Mmmm, so fucking wet for me. It’s time for me to eat my dessert now.” He turns me around before his lips crash down on mine, his tongue mercifully taking what he needs. I feel him hard against me as I press deeper against him to ease the ache.
