Page 39 of Finding Forever

“Gina, there’s no going back if we do this,” I warned.

Even without an explanation, I see understanding dawn in the depths of her eyes before she gave a subtle nod. Without another word, I gathered Gina into my arms and climbed the stairs to my bedroom with one goal in mind.

Gina

Maverick’s fingers tugged at the zipper of my dress, and I sighed when he finally got the button undone. One less barrier separated us from the blissful exploration I knew was to come. As my dress pooled at my feet, I instinctively reached out to him, needing him to shed his trousers.

He obliged, his fingers making quick work of his belt. Transfixed, I watched him shove the expensive denim down his legs, exposing the long athletic legs that attributed to his height. Next, he crossed his arms over his torso and pulled his shirt over his head. Left standing there only in his boxers, he moved towards me.

Maverick kissed me slowly and deeply as the tips of his fingers created a tantalizing trail over my ribcage. The contact made me shiver and sent a rush of heat to my core. I was ready for this. It felt like I had been born ready. I wanted Maverick to stake his claim and solidify what I was already starting to feel in my heart. I wanted every inch of him pressed against me as we claimed the perfect spot in paradise.

Nothing would stop me from experiencing the highs I knew Maverick could give me.

“I’ve been waiting forever to do this,” Maverick grunted against my lips as he walked me backwards toward the wall.

With my back against a solid surface, he pulled my right leg up to wrap around his waist as he stepped between my legs. The bulge in his briefs was pressed firmly against my aching center, and I moaned in anticipation of what was to come.

Maverick rained kisses from my jaw and down my neck before he stopped at the swell of cleavage spilling out of my strapless bra. It had been necessary due to the cut of the dress I wore to dinner and now I was thankful for the extra “push” it gave my girls.

His lips trailed over my flesh like he was paying homage to a sacred temple. His tongue followed closely behind his lips as he explored the twin peaks of my bosom.

“Oh, Maverick,” I sighed, my fingers getting lost in his hair as he continued his delicious exploration.

I arched off the wall to get closer to him and the friction that resulted was enough to make me cry out. I needed more than his teasing kisses.

Maverick read my mind and stilled my hands as I tried to rid him of his briefs.

“Patience, baby. We have all night.”

I wanted to scream that I couldn’t wait another second, but I stopped myself when his lips left my cleavage and he gave my neck the attention I didn’t know it had been craving. His mouth suckled the skin on my neck like he was trying to sample the desire etched across every inch of my burning skin. I was burning with the need for him and he knew that.

Finally, he relented and moved back to my mouth. He kissed my swollen lips with such intensity that I clung to him. That was what he had reduced me to. Lust captured my voice, making me sound hoarse and raspy as I called out my demands to him.

I inhaled, trying to regain my focus, but all I got was a generous intake of his masculine scent that drove me over the edge. “Maverick, I can’t wait another second. I need you.”

Something dark shifted in his gaze before acceptance registered on his face. He was going to give me what I wanted. Finally.

With his hands fastened to my hips, he shifted us towards the bed and gently put me down. Placing a knee on the bed between my legs, he moved until he was hovering above me. His gaze swept slowly, making sure to take in every inch.

When he licked his lips, I found myself jealous that his mouth was no longer on me.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Gina.”

Maverick’s voice was a dark whisper that carried enough weight to convey exactly what it was he wanted to do to me. I looked forward to every salacious act.

Maverick’s fingers looped under the waistband of my thong and he gave a firm tug. Just like that, my bottom half was exposed to him and the delicious glint in his eye told me how much he liked what he saw.

“Jesus, Gina,” he muttered, his jaw slack as he continued to stare down at me. The only thing remaining was my bra, and I reached under my back to undo the clasps. I wanted to be bared completely to him. Wanted him to see every inch of me and how much I craved him.

As I dropped my bra on the floor beside his bed, uncontainable desire claimed the air between us.

“You’re perfect.” There was a note of disbelief in his voice. He sounded awestruck, and my ego soared. No one had looked at me like that since I became a mother, and it restored my confidence. Maverick dipped down and captured my right nipple in his mouth as his hand palmed deliciously at my left nipple.

I purred, arching off the bed as sensations racked my body. His mouth was made for sin and I was so happy I was the recipient of his licks and kisses. His teeth grazed my nipple, teasing it to a tight bud before his tongue returned to bathe me in more kisses and more pleasure than I knew how to process. I was overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations, yet desperate for more. I needed more. And more.

His hot mouth traced a trail from my right nipple and on to my left, stimulating me with his mouth as his fingers started to inch over my torso and down toward my wet center. Boldly, he cupped my sex, absorbing the heat there as his mouth continued to pull moans out of me.

“I can smell your desire,” Maverick told me, his fingers parting my lips as he ran a finger up and down my wetness. “You smell like mine.”

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