Page 52 of Never Give Up

“I want you.”

“Thank. Fucking. Heaven.”

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BRIAN

I’mdead and living in the afterlife.

That’s the only explanation I can come up with for the ecstasy I feel with her in my arms. My body is a vortex of want and desire andneedfor Maya. Instead of fading or diminishing at all, every passing second makes it worse.

Any second now, I’m going to wake up or she’s going to vanish from my arms. So while I have her, I’m not going to stop unless she tells me to.

As our bodies tangle together, I take her mouth once more. Gently, silently asking permission, I lick the seam of her lips, only to growl with satisfaction as she opens immediately. Not only that, but Maya challenges me for power, for possession. Her tongue dances along mine the same way our bodies are gliding against each other.

I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.

Maya’s hands are clutching my neck, demanding more than I’m giving her, until she breaks away suddenly.

Her eyes go wide, and her cheeks and neck are flushed red. As her chest rises and falls rapidly, I’m lost trying to figure out if she’s embarrassed or exhilarated.

But like a coward, I don’t want to ask her.

Asking means I’m going to have to face the possibility of her rejection. Of her regret at the single greatest moment of my experience.

So I watch those eyes and her lips, trying to think of something to say that will take away the tension in my bones.

“I’m sorry.”

The words come out, and I want to take them back immediately because I see the pain flash in her eyes.

Don’t fuck it up.

My fingers clench into fists and my breath is coming in short pants, and I’m absolutely positive that I’m acting like a prepubescent boy.

“I’m not,” I correct myself, a bit more forcefully than I mean to. “I’m not sorry that I kissed you. I’m not sorry for that. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

At my rambling, Maya’s smile makes a small appearance, and she pushes away from me so she can fully sit up. “You’re an idiot. I stopped kissing you because we’re acting like teenagers, making out on the couch, and I felt like I was about to fall off.”

The next thing I know, she’s pulling me up so that I’m sitting on the couch and she’s straddling my legs, with her thighs spread and her pussy pressed right up against my dick.

Maya’s smiling when she wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me in for another kiss.

“Don’t be sorry,” she whispers against my lips. “Give me what we both want and what I need, Brian.”

Because I am not an idiot, I kiss her. My fingers tangle in her hair and I’m barely holding on as my pants are almost painful with how constricting they are against my dick.

Maya’s not helping any, or maybe she’s helping too much when her hips shift and she groans into the kiss.

“Fuck.” Not a whimper. Not a plea. It’s a prayer for sanity because if I don’t get inside this woman in the near future, my dick is going to murder me.

Maya pulls back again, and I watch her still-flushed cheeks as she uses my shoulders to help keep herself steady while she stands up.

“I’m going to get naked now.” She licks her lips. “I’m really hoping that you’re going to get naked too.”

“Here?”

Maya’s bottom lip pulls under her teeth as she nods, and I’m about to come in my pants like a teenager, because all I can think about is her wrapping those beautiful lips around my cock.

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