Page 100 of A Second Chance

He gives a tight nod, then turns to me with a pissed off look. “You don’t have to be an asshole, Maverick.” He walks away and leaves me with my girl.

“Seriously, Mav?” I ignore the bite in her tone and spin her around until she’s in my arms.

The track changes to“Glory of Love”by Peter Cetera.

Pulling her petite body closer, I lean in and kiss the sensitive spot underneath her ear, making her tremble. “Just dance with me, Tink,” I whisper.

I pull back to see her breath hitch on a heavy exhale, causing her beautiful breasts to rise. She clears her throat and licks her lips, staring into my eyes with desire.

Oh, yeah,I think. She’s fighting the same feelings I have for her. My Tinkerbelle has gotten under my skin and she doesn’t even know it.

“Maverick, what are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

I smile. “Dancing with my Tinkerbelle.”

I hold her tighter against me while our bodies move in sync with each other to the rhythm of the song. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight me and buries her head into my chest.

Once the song ends, I want to cry when she pulls away from me. My breath catches in my throat when I see tears glisten in her hazel eyes.

“Scar, what’s wrong?” I try to reach out for her, but she jerks back, making my stomach drop.

“Just stop.” She wraps her arms around herself and storms off the dance floor. Without hesitation, I run after her. Right when I think I’ve lost her, I see a flash of pink dashing out the front door. Rushing after her, I shout her name but she speedwalks away.

“Scar!” I yell, chasing after her when she turns into the alley. “Would you stop?”

She doesn’t listen and picks up the pace but my legs are longer. When I catch up to her, I wrap my arms around her in a vise grip and pull her against me. How can something so wrong feel so right?

“Maverick! What are you doing?” she screeches but I ignore her and push her against the brick wall and slam my lips down on hers.

FORTY-SIX

SCAR

Maverick is kissing me.

I’m kissing Maverick.

My best friend.

My childhood crush.

When his tongue licks the bottom of my lips, I part them, giving him access to slip his tongue into my mouth until I pull away.

He smirks at my stubbornness and dives back in. “Kiss me back,” he says against my lips.

No!the angel on my shoulder tells me.

Yes!my alter ego encourages.

Maverick becomes impatient and slides his hands into my hair, pulling me closer until I finally give in. My body melts against him like chocolate in the sun.

I wrap my arms around his neck and groan when his hands leave my hair and travel down and cups my ass and lifts me off my feet as my legs naturally wrap around his waist.

“Fuck,” he mumbles like he’s in pain. He pushes me further into the wall when I feel something hard against my leg.

“Maverick,” I breathe, digging my nails in the back of his head, but that just spurs him on. My panties are wet and the sensation between my legs is begging for a release.

He pulls his lips away and stares at me, fire swirling in his blue orbs. Maverick lays his forehead against mine, keeping his eyes on me. We’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath.

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