Page 93 of Face Off
Maverick collapses on top of me in a daze. I roll out from under him and try to catch my breath.
“If that doesn’t help me have a good game,” I pant, “then nothing will.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. “We better both get hat tricks. Top Ten on ESPN.”
“We might have used up all our energy.” I twist onto my side and look up at him. His eyes are closed, and for half a second, I think he might be asleep. “We didn’t think this through.”
“There was a study on endorphins and female athletes,” he mumbles. “They said sex aided their performance.”
“Who is they?”
“I don’t know.” He waves a lazy hand in the air. “Them.”
I huff out a giggle. “Them is very smart.”
“Very smart,” he agrees. “You have to ask the question of the day. I’m spent.”
“And I’m not? Two orgasms, Miller. I could fall asleep standing up.”
Maverick opens one eye. “Did I earn another satisfactory?”
“Acceptable,” I tell him. “Don’t get too cocky.”
“It’s always good to have room for improvement.”
Nothing about his performance needs improving, but I keep that to myself.
“What’s your biggest fear?” I ask.
“Wow. Getting deep with the psychological questions after I got deep in you. I like your style, Red.”
I grab a pillow from behind me and hit him square in the jaw. “I’m not playing your game anymore.”
“Don’t ruin my pretty face!” Maverick hugs me tight and kisses my collarbone. “I’m only trying to make you laugh. Did it work?”
“No,” I say, but I clamp down on a smile.
“My biggest fear is the ocean. I love pools and lakes and going to the beach, but the ocean terrifies me. It’s too big and too unknown. I barely put my toes in because I’m afraid some sea creature is going to snatch me away.”
“That would be a sucky way to go. Imagine an eel getting you.”
“What’s your biggest fear?” he asks.
“Snakes. I can’t even see one in a movie. I’ll have nightmares for days.” I shiver. “God, they’re disgusting.”
“So don’t leave a rubber snake out to scare you? Got it.” Maverick trails his hand down my arm then back up. “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
“Somewhere warm, like a private island in the Caribbean. But I’d also want to have a summer home in England. Is that allowed?”
“Of course it’s allowed. It’s our game. You can have as many houses as you want.”
“Where would you live? A city, I bet. You strike me as a big city guy with Prada peacoats and Armani suits.”
“Nah. I’d like to live in the mountains. Crisp air. Wide open skies. No neighbors for miles. It would be heaven.”
“Really?” I prop my chin up on his chest and touch his cheek. “That’s a surprise.”
“No one wants to be predictable, Red. Where’s the fun in that?” Maverick yawns. “I know I said ordering food sounded like a good idea, but I’m going to head back to my room. I’m exhausted.”
