THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,29

chest in a quick jerk. “I should have done this weeks ago. Now, I can’t wait another second.” Cradling my head in his hands he smashes our lips together. He bends down and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist without removing my mouth from his. His tongue is soft as he pushes it into my mouth with skilled flicks and twirls. Mint flavor hits me, mingling with his cologne and I think I might devour him forever. And ever. And ever.

I wrap my hands around his neck and pull his head toward me until our teeth click together. The sound makes him groan and clutch my ass tighter to him. His fingers splay on the edge of my shorts. It annoys me that my clothes have the audacity to stop this man from touching every inch of me. When Maverick bites my bottom lip, I shut my eyes and gasp. I love how sweet gentleness laces his roughness. I turn my head so my lip breaks free. Bringing my lips to his neck, I lick the frog tattoo that peeks out of his t-shirt. I drag my mouth up to his ear, and then very slowly along his scruffy jawline. His stubble tickles my tongue.

“Smile,” I order, looking directly into his fuck me eyes. He knows exactly what I want, because that smile breaks across his face. Dimples. I shut my eyes and my tongue finds one of those sweet little dips all on its own.

Maverick loosens his grip on my ass so I slide down his body. He presses my sex against the bulge in his pants. It is so freaking hard and so large, I can’t ignore it. I circle my hips, grinding against him, feeling him where I want him so badly. A growl that seems to rip from his chest echoes in the wide-open air around us. His noise of raw need makes my pulse speed. He traces the curve of my lips with the tip of his tongue before plunging it back into my mouth. Claiming my mouth like no one else has. This man is owning me. And I want it so badly that I’ll let him own me in every way possible in the middle of a field.

He smiles against my lips. It forces me to open my eyes. “This is even better than jumping out of airplanes,” he says, his voice so low, I’m so freaking turned on that my hips automatically rock against him again.

I smile against his smile. “This is better than anything else, Maverick.” I say his name in a sexed up tone and drag my tongue over his other dimple. He sighs loudly. “It’s way better than awkward hugging, isn’t it?”

He draws back, his lips pink and swollen from kissing. He shakes his head a few times as he just stares at my face. “You,” is all he says. I know he’s looking at my eyes and lips. It’s a back and forth game.

“You,” I say back, as I watch something flicker in his eyes. “That was some record breaking first kiss.”

A cocky grin plays on his wet mouth. “I only do record breaking, Win. One word,” he says.

I bite my lip, which now feels a little swollen from his teeth. A shiver of delight runs up my spine at the use of my nickname. It sounds so much better coming out of his mouth.

“Amazing,” I say, but his lips descend back to mine before I can ask him for his one word. He brings us to the ground and we make-out like teenagers in a field for a long time. He doesn’t let it go further even though I think I beg him once or twice.

I may have had reservations about the type of person he was when we first met, but the person who is with me today isn’t that guy. This Maverick Hart is sweet, compelling, fifty shades of hot, and so into me. He is amazing. I’ve trusted him with my life today, and with that came a tiny piece of my heart.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Maverick

I PULL OFF the sand colored headphones that act as ear protection. “Nice fucking shot, dude,” Stone says. Two shots in the heart. One in the head. The perfect combo. Stone’s a better shot, but I’d rather stick my dick in flames than admit it.

We’re at the range shooting paper terrorists and zombies. My favorite target practice is steel targets, but today the guys had other ideas.