Page 160 of Face Off
“Trying,” he grits out, and a laugh bursts from me. “Your cunt is so fucking tight, it makes it difficult to want to do anything but sit here and enjoy.”
I grab his ass, urging him to move, and our bodies fall into synchronized movements.
It’s rough, with his hand at my neck again and his mouth leaving little pink marks on my skin, but it’s tender too.
Gentle in the way he flips us so I’m on top of him, one leg on either side of his hips as I sink onto him and control the pace.
Reverent in how he holds my cheek and smiles up at me, his hair a mess and my heart almost bursting out of my chest.
“Remember when you said you’re the only woman I’ve ever fucked twice because I can’t get enough of you?” Maverick asks, taking both of my breasts in his hands. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and a stuttered exhale leaves my body. “You were right, Emmy. I’ll never get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of your body and the way it fits perfectly with mine. I’ll never get over your brilliant brain and wonderful heart. I’m going to haveyou until the end of time, and it’s going to be just as good as right now, baby, because you’re perfect for me.”
I love you, I almost scream.I love you so fucking much, I almost yell, and I show him all the ways by fucking him hard. By kissing him until he’s panting my name, until he’s asking if it’s okay to come inside me, until his legs are spasming and his cock pulses, the warmth of his release making me tip over the edge with him.
I collapse on top of him and he holds me tight. When he pulls out of me, he nudges me on my back and pushes my knees apart, taking a spot on his stomach between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Want to see what you look like full of my cum. Want to see what it looks like when you’re mine.”
Heat creeps up my skin from my toes to my cheeks. Maverick uses his thumb to spread his release over my pussy, and in a moment where I should feel exposed and vulnerable, I feel nothing but adored.
“Emmy,” he says, and it sounds like it’s been pulled from somewhere in his soul. “I—” He licks his lips and kisses my calf. He taps my ankle and laughs. I want to laugh too. “You really are my most favorite person in the world.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I reach for him, and he adjusts our positions so I’m in his lap, the place where I never want to leave. “Will you tell me about the first time you saw me?”
“You mean the day when I hit on you and mistook you for a fan, and you called me out for being arrogant?”
“Yeah.” I play with his necklace and smile. “That day.”
“I thought you were hot. Which sounds so superficial, because you’re so much more than hot, butdamnI was admiring your curves.”
“You did a lot of eye-fucking,” I agree, and he pinches my side.
“Can you blame me? My weakness is tall, athletic women, and you fit that bill pretty damn well, Red. Something weird happened, though. You know I’ve been with plenty of women, but when you talked to me… it was like my heart skipped a beat. My hands were clammy and I had trouble breathing. It had never felt like that before.”
“And then I kicked your ass on the ice.”
“We have different memories about what happened next.”
“I had seen photos of you, but I wasn’t prepared for meeting you in real life. You made mefurious, but I thought you were the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on. I still think that.” I brush away some of his sweat-soaked hair and smile. “You’re also so much more.”
“Tell me,” he pleads, and I know it’s his need for validation sneaking through. His need to be wanted.“Tell me what else I am.”
“You’re smart. You’re so kind. I’ve never met anyone as kind as you. I love that you can get me to laugh so much. That cockiness isn’t arrogance. It’s confidence, because you know how hard you work to be the best friend. The best athlete. The best lover. Sometimes I think about how lucky I am to have a man like you in my life and I—” I have to squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t look at him as I say this next part. “It makes me wonder what I did to deserve someone so wonderful. It makes me think I might finally be good enough to have earned something so… so lovely in my life.”
“Emerson. Look at me, please.”
I open my eyes. His gaze meets mine, and I feel the power of it behind my ribs.
“You are enough,” Maverick says. “You aremorethan enough, and you’re so far out of my league, it’s not even funny. I… you…” He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “Every day I’m going to show you just how enough you are.”
“And I’m going to show you every day how wanted you are,” I say softly. “How wanted you are for beingyou, not your paycheck or your stat line. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Maverick.”
I love you.
I love you so fucking much.
We don’t say anything else to each other, but we don’t have to. The silence is perfect.
