Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
By the appreciative expression on his face, he’s in full agreement with that decision.
“Fuck. I seriously hope you’re wearing matching panties.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” The comment that shoots out of my mouth takes me by surprise.
I have no idea who the brazen girl standing in front of this stranger is, but I like her.
A lot.
That’s the only incentive he needs to get to the bottom of the mystery. The button of my jeans is popped and the zipper lowered. He wraps his hands around the waistband and shoves the thick denim down until it puddles around my ankles and I’m able to kick my way free.
He drags a hand down his face as his heated gaze roves over every inch of me, as if committing the image to memory.
“Way better than any Christmas present I’ve ever received.”
Laughter bubbles up in my throat. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life.
The way Maverick stares at me makes me feel daring.
Better than that, he makes me feel alive.
For tonight, I want to forget about my reality and live in the moment, where nothing but the feelings Maverick McKinnon has managed to rouse within me matter.
His hand snakes out to nab my fingers before he tows me toward him until my mouth can once again collide with his. His fingers strum along my spine as they dip lower to palm my nearly naked ass. He squeezes the firm flesh before dragging me even closer. With barely any effort at all, he hoists me up so my legs can tangle around his trim waist.
With our mouths fused, I’m barely aware that he’s swung us around and has walked us toward the queen-sized bed until I’m lowered to the mattress. He severs the connection before straightening to his full height and staring down at me. The longer his gaze roams over my bare skin, the more heat sparks from his eyes.
“You look good in my bed, sunshine. I might just have to keep you there indefinitely.”
If only that were possible.
Unfortunately, much like Cinderella, once this interlude is over, I need to vanish into thin air.
Never to be heard from again.
I shove that thought from my head and squirm beneath the intensity of his stare, only wanting to feel his mouth and hands on me again as he drags his thick Wildcats sweatshirt over his head. The navy T-shirt beneath soon follows, leaving him bare chested. My mouth turns cottony as my gaze roves over perfectly chiseled pecs and washboard abdominals.
The man is ridiculously beautiful.
Strong and solid.
That’s all it takes for my panties to flood with heat.
Not that there have been many guys in my past, but Maverick puts them all to shame. Next to him, they seem more like adolescent boys than grown men.
He flicks the button of his jeans and tugs the zipper before shoving the denim down powerfully built legs until he’s standing before me in black boxer briefs that hug his thighs. The mattress sinks beneath his heavy weight as he kneels on the bed and crawls up my body until he’s able to hover over me. His muscles bunch and flex as he cages me in with his strength.
“Still good with this?” he asks from between clenched teeth.
I nod. “Yes.”
I would be devastated if this didn’t happen. We haven’t even done anything yet and already it’s turning out to be the hottest night of my life.
His lips lift into a relieved smile before slanting over mine. The velvety softness of his tongue licks at me. Just when I think he’ll lose all control and delve in for more, his teeth scrape along my jaw before he nips at the point of my chin.
Only wanting more of the dizzying sensation, I bare my throat. That’s all the sign he needs to lick and kiss his way down to my collarbone. The slide of his bigger, harder body against my softer one is nothing short of delicious.
It’s enough to make my eyes cross as a hum escapes from my lips.
Those thoughts scatter in a million directions when he makes his way to my breasts and his teeth scrape over one stiffened peak as he draws it into his mouth and sucks it through the delicate lace garment. My spine arches off the mattress in response as I press closer. Every tug of his lips sends a flood of pleasure rushing through me. Just when I think I’ll come undone, he releases the tip before giving the same ardent attention to the other one. My arms rise, twining around his head so my fingers can tunnel through the thick strands of his hair.
Once the nipple has popped free from his mouth, he straightens to kneel above me. His hands settle on the slender band that encircles my ribcage. A second later, he unhooks the clasp and the stretchy material springs free. The straps slide down my shoulders as he plucks the bra away.