word out slowly.
I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them tightly. “Unless what?” I say in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Unless you do want me to fuck you.”
I bang my head against the back of the seat. “You’re dirty.”
“I am. Do you like it?” His hand reaches over. He unclasps my hand from my knee and takes it into his. “Do you want me to be bossy in bed, Hannah?”
Oh, shit. My panties are going to be soaked if he keeps going.
“Because I think you do. I think you like the idea of me being bossy when I fuck you.”
I do like it.
The idea of giving up control to Maverick for a night turns me on as much as it terrifies me.
“Your call.” His thumb strokes my hand. “I’m up for whatever you want.”
“I want to,” I say in a husky tone I don’t even recognize as mine.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Maverick
I think you like the idea of me being bossy when I fuck you.
Christ. I should wash my own fucking mouth out with soap.
I spent most of last night listing off the reasons in my head why I can’t fuck Hannah.
And here I am the very next morning—kissing her happy birthday, something that was completely unplanned, and now flirting with her and talking dirty to her.
Maybe if I kiss her—really kiss her—I can let her go without taking it further.
I’ll give her a stomach-clenching, moan-inducing kiss, the kind she deserves and I bet has never gotten.
And that should be enough.
Hannah will feel like she’s moved past her asshole ex, and we can travel onward as friends.
I glance over at her just as she licks her lips. That pink pout was made for kissing.
And a rest area is just ahead.
When I reach the turn-off, I put on my signal and pull off.
“You need the bathroom?” Hannah asks me.
I’m too wound up to answer her.
Out here in the middle of the empty Nevada desert, I’m going to make sure Hannah feels anything but alone.
I drive through the parking lot until I find a lone parking space that’s tucked away behind an outcropping of rocks and a few cacti. From this spot, no other vehicles are in sight. I put the truck into park and cut the engine.
I unbuckle my seat belt and reach over to do the same for Hannah’s.
“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t need to use the restroo—”
Her words are cut off by my mouth covering hers.
I cup the back of her head with one hand and sink my fingers into her silky hair as I take control of the kiss. I nibble and suck on her bottom lip before tracing the seam of her lips, begging her to give me entry.
She lets out a little squeak of surprise. But then, she comes alive.
Her arms snake around my neck, and she pulls me closer.
Right before she kisses the hell out of me. She slides her tongue inside my mouth so fast I groan against her lips. My hand is suddenly between her knees and I’m half off my seat in an effort to get closer to her.
Fuck it.
I bring both my hands to her hips and lift her off her seat and onto my lap.
She wraps her legs around my waist and presses so tightly against me that I can feel her wet heat through her shorts.
I’m so hard it’s painful. And my cock isn’t exactly in a good position.
“Hold on.”
I reach between us to adjust myself. Hannah’s lips part as she watches me cup my crotch and shift my dick so the happy guy’s pointed up.
“Wow.” Hannah’s still staring between my legs. “You’re huge.”
“And you’re gorgeous,” I murmur as our mouths crash back down on each other’s.
And I’m the sucker who thought a single kiss would be enough.
Nothing will be enough.
Not until I can sink inside Hannah’s moist heat and fuck her like we both want.
“I want you,” I mutter as I trail kisses across her jaw. “God, I want you, Hannah.”
She reaches for the hem of my t-shirt and nearly rips it as she tries to take it off of me.
I help her out by grabbing the back of it and dragging it over my head and off.
“Please, Maverick.” She’s nearly panting as she writhes against my erection.
“You want me?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she says. “Only you.”
Beep!
The honking of a horn in the nearby big rig and trailer area wakes me up to where we are.
I grip Hannah’s forearms and push her