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down into my eyes.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I growled and picked her up. Her legs twined around my hips, too much material between my throbbing dick and her sweet sensual pussy.

I laid her down on the bed and went for the easiest clothing first, slipping my pajama pants down off my hips and freeing my erection. Her hot little hand wrapping around its length and stroking me, an erotic tease, a promise of pleasure, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her, but she’d asked me to make love to her, and making love bespoke of something slower, gentler, and yet still deeply passionate.

I undid the button on her little denim shorts and lowered the little zipper, slipping the offending garment out of my way down her long legs and dropping them carelessly to my bedroom floor. The only thing remaining between us, her scrap of a white lace thong.

I kissed her then, my arms around her, hand pressed flat and splayed open against the warm, smooth skin of her back, drawing her up tight against my body as I dry humped between her legs, reveling in the sensation of rough lace, damp with her sweetness against the head of my cock.

The light fragrance of her desire perfumed the air, driving me wild and I had to hold myself in check. I wanted so badly to fist that scrap of material in my hand and jerk it from her body. I wanted to plunge inside of her in one sure, deep, even stroke and I wanted to pound that sweet ass into my mattress, but that’s not what she’d asked for.

Instead, I did as she asked, dragging her to the end of the bed, slipping that final barrier off her body, and kneeling between her knees, I put my hand against her sweet cunt, massaging her, gazing up the golden length of her body into those deep brown eyes tinged with golden honey, watching the color shrink as her pupils grew larger with her want of me.

“Maverick, yes, please,” she begged and I kneeled up, laying over the top of her lower body, kissing my way down in worship until I could almost taste her, my mouth watering in anticipation, my cock hard to the point of sweet pain.

God, I wanted her. I wanted her and no one else. This woman filled every one of my senses, put my mind on overload with feelings I’d only ever heard of but was quite sure I’d never felt them myself before and Jesus, fuck, did I want to. I wanted everything with her in this moment. My whole damn life flashed before my eyes as I laid my tongue against her clit and teased, and not my past but my future life, with her.

I could see it all. Wedding bells and wild rides, making love to her under the stars on the coast, attending Mateo’s graduation, and family dinners with the club.

I could see it all, I wanted it all, and it all started right here.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Marisol…

The look in his deep blue eyes as he went down on me was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I’d asked him to make love to me, desperately wanted to know what that was even like, and I got my answer with that one look as he played his velvet tongue against my clit, in sharp contrast with the rough stubble around his lips.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I closed my eyes and let my head fall back in surrender to this man who cradled me so gently in his hands.

He teased me so cruelly but lovingly, his mouth soft, his touch gentle, but also so, so, maddening. I needed him inside me. His cock, his fingers, it didn’t matter. I felt so empty and so ravenous, all I wanted was that one touch inside that would touch off the firestorm of sensation that I so deeply craved.

He spent such a long time building me up that I thought I would die from the lack of that one, crucial touch, and I found myself gripping the sheets at my hips which writhed up and down of their own volition.

He played me expertly, like a virtuoso, slipping a finger or two inside of me – I couldn’t honestly tell, I was so wet for him, so painfully aroused, it was exquisite. All of it good as he tortured me beautifully into a slow spiraling lift, riding the thermals of his love higher and higher until