THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,83

closed, “was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It was earth moving.” How’s that for a Mav ramble?

She moans a little from the pressure and my dick is officially hard again. Ready for a second round. That happened a time or two in high school, but definitely not anytime in the recent past. It’s a testament to my new addiction. I slide out of her long enough to put a new condom on, and ease back into her tight warmth. Flipping her around without disconnecting our bodies, I position her so she’s on top of me. A lusty smile inches its way across her beautiful face and then she starts riding me like a fucking pro. Her tits bouncing, her hair swinging, one hand resting on my new tattoo, and her blue eyes fixed on mine.

And maybe for the millionth time I change my mind about my favorite sight.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Windsor

HIS HANDS ON my hips are so rough and feel so warm…almost as hot as the fire spreading through my veins. I am working him like I’ve never worked a day in my freaking life. Bouncing up and down on his humungous, thickness feels incredible. Not because it feels better than I imagined, but because he’s looking at me like he’s completely and utterly in love with my every move, every inch of my body—and me.

He’s in love with me. He said so. And I didn’t say it back. I’m not sure if I can. Because I can’t describe what I feel for him—it feels like more than love. Until I can formulate it into words, without rambling, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I haven’t said it to a single soul since Nash. Now I’m not even sure love is what I felt for him.

“You ride me so good, babe,” Maverick growls. His neck is strained and every damned, huge, sculptured muscle that exists inside his body is popping out to tell me hello. The sight of him under me is burned into my mind for eternity. Maverick changes the pace by controlling my hips with his hands. “Feels so good. Feels so fucking tight,” he hisses. It is almost too tight. The timbre of his voice combined with the perfect pressure he’s rocking me with is all it takes. A jolt shoots straight to my core and I close my eyes.

Fireworks and rockets red glare? Yeah, that’s what having an orgasm around Maverick feels like. There is no controlling my screams, or the stream of obscenities that leak from my mouth. I feel his hands on my nipples, twisting, pulling, making my orgasm last that much longer. When I come back down from that thigh tingling, lusty place, I make a breathy plea, staring directly into his fierce eyes.

“Come, Mav. Come.” He must have been holding back because the second the words escape my mouth, he bucks his hips a few more times and, with a roar befitting a beast, he comes. My gaze lands on his new “love” tattoo and a shiver laced with excitement and possessiveness rocks me to my core.

I slump down, leaving him inside me, and put my head on his chest so I can continue staring at my claim on his body.

“You’re everything, Mav,” I say, praying he knows exactly what I mean by it. I mean what he meant by it before he could say the actual word. I feel him nod against the top of my head. Finally, our breathing evens out the same time he pulls out of my body. It’s this wordless comfort I have lying in his arms, all sated and my stomach full of butterflies. I have nothing to compare this to, because I was never in this deep with another person. I’ve never felt so proprietary about anything else. Maverick rolls the condom off and then retrieves the other used one off the floor with a grimace. I can’t help but laugh. “It’s yours. You can’t really be that grossed out by it, can you?”

“I prefer it in the condom and not on the floor,” he explains, eyebrows scrunched together. I jump out of bed, feeling light on my feet. He watches me with a smile and says, “I’ll deal with it though. I’d deal with jizz dripping from my fucking ceiling if it means I get to do that, with you, every day of my life.” Now he’s laughing, because I’m grimacing. The jizz dripping image kind of gets to me. The dimples are out