Page 47 of Finding Forever

“What did you have for dinner?” Maverick asked, ignoring my question.

“My mom brought home some scalloped potatoes that were absolutely divine. We had some lamb and mixed veggies to go with it.”

Silence filled the line.

“Hello?”

“Open your window,” he instructed, speaking in hushed tones.

“What?” I whispered back, my eyes darting to my window. The drapes were closed, so I couldn’t see anything. But the thought of him being on the other side made me feel like a teenager about to sneak her boyfriend into the house while the rest of the house was sleeping.

“I’m outside your window.” He continued to speak in quieted tones. Probably so he wouldn’t wake my mom or Mycah, whose rooms were only a short distance from mine.

Ending the call without preamble, I tossed my phone on my pillow and ambled over to my window to pull back the curtains. Sure enough, Maverick was standing there in the flesh with a lopsided grin. I made quick work of undoing the latch on the window and pushing it up to open it. Maverick climbed in easily, his forearms bulging as he pushed his weight up and over the ledge.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper-shouted.

Amusement lifted the corners of his mouth.

“You said you missed me,” he said, laying a scorching kiss on me.

“Hmm,” I said, relishing in the aftermath of the kiss. “If I knew that’s all I had to say to get you here, I would have used that a long time ago.”

Maverick let out a low laugh at the same time he pinned me to the wall.

“We have to be quiet,” he reminded me. “You don’t want to wake up your mom or Mycah, right?”

He nibbled at my lips as he waited for my response, and it took everything in me to shake my head.

“Good girl.” He squeezed my hips and then his hands were gone just as fast. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

His voice was authoritative, and I immediately sprang into action, making sure to be quiet as I did so. I’d already been in the bed so the only thing I needed to take off was my favorite silk nightie and panties.

I removed both items slowly and enjoyed the look of undiluted lust in his eyes. Then I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward the headboard. I didn’t make it very far before Maverick snatched me up and his body weight caused the mattress to sink.

He kissed my ear and whispered, “On your stomach. Don’t make a sound.”

Eager to follow his rules and see what the rewards would be, I laid down until I was on my tummy and waited for his next command.

Behind me, I heard jeans ruffling and zippers coming undone. He was undressing, and the thought of what was about to happen made me throb in anticipation. My entire body was vibrating with the need for what he was about to do to me and I didn’t even know what it would be.

Seconds later, the cool air around me dissipated when Maverick’s body heat crept up behind me. This time we were skin to skin, and I gasped when I felt the warmth of his erection against my ass cheeks. Supported on his forearms, he took his time kissing down my back until he reached the curve of my ass.

“You remind me of art, Gina.”

His palm smoothed over my ass, which I knew was ridden with stretch marks, and he caressed softly. His hands ran over me tenderly, as if I was made of porcelain. When he finally applied pressure, it was so he could part my legs and slip a single finger into my tunnel.

Immediately, I clenched around his digit. My wetness multiplied at the intrusion and my hips began moving on their own as I tried to create enough friction to scratch the lustful itch I was feeling. Seconds later, he added another finger, and I moaned into my pillow, getting lost in the mounting pleasure.

The sound of his fingers getting drenched in my juices was enough to send me over the edge. When I came, I clamped my mouth shut and yanked at the sheets to help me ride out the wave in silence.

“You really did miss me, huh?” Maverick quizzed, his fingers slipping out of my wetness.

Unable to answer him, I focused on catching my breath after my orgasm. I couldn’t believe he’d made me come so quick. But then again, I could. It didn’t take much when it came to Maverick.

In such a short period, he’d learned my body and had mastered it like an expert. He knew exactly what buttons to push, and he pushed them well.

“Open your legs,” he said gruffly. Without thinking, I pushed my knees into the mattress, forcing my legs to open.

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