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She continues taking steps back until her back is against the wall, and there’s nowhere else to go.
She looks up at me, and I can see it in her eyes, if I were to lean down and kiss her right now, she wouldn’t fight me. She wouldn’t move away.
“What even is this? So we fuck, and then what?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
I’m just as confused as she is by these feelings.
“To be clear, we’re doing this because you want to get me out of your system?” she asks.
“I’m doing this because I’ll go crazy if I don’t.”
She seems to find the answer acceptable because, in the next breath, she’s pulling my head down until our lips meet.
Chapter 6
(Taylor)
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From the moment he showed up on the doorstep of my house, I had a feeling I was in trouble. Still, I couldn’t have imagined that we would find ourselves here, and that I would be kissing him right now. His hands and chest, and lips are pressed hungrily against mine. He’s holding my face like he’s afraid to let go, and I’m fighting for breath because I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone like this. He pulls away just long enough for me to inhale before he comes back—this time, with his tongue.
The second he slides it against my lips, I immediately part them. He presses me harder against the wall, his hand gripping my waist and pulling me against him. My hands are in his hair, and then his mouth is all over my neck. His hand strays to the front of my shirt and grabs one of my breasts, cupping it. His lips move from my neck back to my mouth while his other hand squeezes my ass.
He tries to pull my shirt off, and I help him. His mouth latches onto my nipple immediately while his palm closes around one bare breast. I arch into his caress. His mouth is busy sucking on one puckered nipple while his fingers pinch and tease the other one.
I suddenly realize we’re in the living room of my family’s house, and my brother or my mother could come in at any moment.
“Maverick,” I say, trying to get him to stop, although his name comes out as a moan. He’s so fixated on my breasts that he doesn’t respond.
“We need to get a room,” I tell him.
I don’t think he hears me, but then a second later, he’s lifting me off my feet. He carries me in his arms like I weigh nothing, and before I know it, he’s locking my bedroom door and depositing me on my bed.
He smirks.
“I thought for sure you were going to slap me and kick me out,” he says, breathing heavily.
“I still might,” I admit.
He grins before kissing me again. We’re a tangle of passion, desperate kisses, and grinding bodies in no time. When he groans a tortured sound into my mouth, my hand moves between us, slipping inside his shorts and finding exactly what I want as my fingers curl around him.
His kiss gets hungrier, and he makes another strangled noise as I grip him and stroke him, holding him closer.
“I really need you, Maverick,” I mutter against his lips. He grins briefly, then I feel him drop his hold on me as his hands disappear from my body. I’m too busy kissing him to realize he has gotten a condom out of his pocket. I assist him in removing his pants and boxer briefs. Then I hurriedly take off my shorts.
In one smooth motion, he’s thrusting in, and I’m forced to break the kiss when I almost bite down on his lip. He fucks me slowly, drawing it out. Our eyes stay locked, leaving me feeling exposed and open. I’m almost worried he can actually see inside my mind because everything I’ve been holding back seems to crash to the surface.
Can he tell how much I’ve thought about him? How deep my feelings for him have run over the years. They never reallydisappeared, and I never hated him. I almost confess it all, but I think better of it. This is just sex, and he said as much.
One of his hands comes up to cup my cheek and slide into my hair. When my orgasm strikes, I feel it vibrate throughout my body. Then he releases a guttural groan as he comes as well. He falls onto the bed beside me, breathing heavily and fast, and I try hard to control my breathing as well.
“Shit!” Maverick breathes.
Shit is right.
He stands to get rid of the condom while I stare at the ceiling. “What the hell just happened?” I say almost to myself.
