THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,139

my chest, rubbing her hands up my biceps and shoulders. Her touch is so reverent, meaningful. I won’t make the first move though. It feels like the first time. There’s just one thing I need from her.

“You know you’re mine, right?” I ask. She nods. I lightly touch her chin and force her wandering gaze to mine. “Forever,” I say leaning toward her so she gets my implied meaning. I can’t be any clearer.

“Make love to me, Maverick Hart. I’m yours forever. And you? You’re mine for eternity,” she whispers grabbing me in her hand. That’s a green fucking light. Her words hit me square in the chest.

I have the remaining scraps of lace on the floor and her in my arms before we even hit the bed.

A realization dawns on me—falling in love hurts. Existing in it is bliss.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Windsor

THERE’S NO HESITATION on either side. He’s kissing me like I’m oxygen and he can’t breathe. I’m kissing him like he’s a condemned man on death row. I take it. He gives it—all of it. I forgot how delicious his lips taste when they slide over mine. The way his cologne and body wash seep into my awareness cause heat and wetness everywhere it’s supposed to be right now. Lust. Love. They both battle for the front position. I want him to slide into me and finally be connected to him again, but then again I don’t. Because that means it will be over sooner.

“Don’t leave me tonight,” I say when Maverick buzzes his nose down my neck on his way to my chest. I tilt my chin up and arch my back to give him better access. I peer down at him through my lashes as he closes his mouth around a nipple. His grin is deliciously devilish. I missed this so much—this connection that shakes the world around me. I can’t get close enough quickly enough. All the beautiful words from his letter solidify everything. All of my fears and preconceived notions about our relationship dissipated after he confessed everything face to face. Love is louder than anything else. It comes before anything else.

“I want to stay,” he growls, his mouth pressing kisses into the skin on my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair to feel him near me. It’s almost unreal to have him here in my world after everything that happened. I gently pull his head to bring his lips back to mine…exactly where I want them.

I feel him smiling against my mouth. “What?” I ask, pulling myself up to kiss the tattoo on his neck with my tongue and then each dimple.

He presses his hot lips on my neck and trails them over to my ear. Goosebumps break across my entire freaking body. One Maverick move sets me on fire. “It’s been a while,” he whispers. “I’ll try to remember how to do it.”

“Let me help,” I say, taking his shoulders to hoist myself up. I push him back on the copious amounts of throw pillows and smile. It reminds me how badly I wished he were with me when we had our sexy Skype call. He tosses a few on the floor, never taking his eyes off me. “What should we do next? It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit. He licks his lips. I suck my bottom lip.

Maverick groans a painfully turned on noise. He is standing completely erect, pointing at the ceiling like a compass needle points north. The sight of it reminds me how wet I am. Which is basically the state I live in when he’s in the same vicinity…naked or otherwise. I straddle his knees and lean over to let a strand of spit fall from my mouth onto the head of his sex.

“No one can hold a candle, right?” I ask, flicking my gaze up to meet his. He’s stopped breathing altogether and his hazel eyes are transfixed on me, on himself. His mouth drops open a little more when I let my head fall closer to where he wants it to go. His hips automatically thrust up to meet my lips. He closes his eyes when I take him in deep and delicately wrap my hand around him, and start moving both at the same time.

Careful not to use my teeth, I swirl my tongue and rise and fall at a slow pace. I see Maverick’s fists bunching my quilt out of the corner of my eye. He mumbles nonsense and I hear