Chapter 21

Maverick

“Why are we taking the elevator?” she asks with a squeal as I back her against the wall before the door even has a chance to shut.

“Because I’ve been thinking about having you in tight quarters all fucking day,” I confess, pressing my arousal against her as I lean forward and kiss her neck.

I had every intention of walking Carys up the stairs, taking my time, talking to her about what’s been on my mind lately—her, us, and some sort of long distance relationship. I knew right then why they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Because my intentions had been fucking honorable as hell, until the second I saw her.

Her hair a mess of blonde, piled on top of her head.

V-neck t-shirt that shows just the top swell of her breasts.

Then she stood up and all I saw were her bare legs.

And a vision of them wrapped around me.

Carys’ laugh fills the small elevator and it spurs me on even more. A few more seconds in this thing and I’d have her naked, plunging deep inside her.

Maybe we’ll do that.

One of these days.

“What if someone—” she starts on a moan, but I cut off her what-ifs when I pull down her t-shirt and expose her bra, dipping my tongue under the lace and then sucking the edge of one of her nipples into my mouth.

“Maverick.” My name is part invocation, part admonition.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I groan around her soft skin. “Fuck...I’ve been thinking about nothing but you since the night I walked through those front doors.” The confession is easy.

Looking up, I watch as her hooded eyes slowly go wide and a lazy smile caresses her lips. “You have?”

“Yeah,” I swallow, ready to tell her exactly how I feel about her, but she’s the culprit this time. She launches herself at me, pushing me back against the opposite wall and making the small elevator shake. I have no choice but to catch her as she wraps her long legs around my waist.

Fuck talking.

Talking is overrated.

I’ll show her exactly how I feel.

Stumbling out into the hallway, I make it to my room on rote memory. As I fish the key out of my pocket, I’m thankful for the piece of antiquity. It’s easy to find and easy to slip into the lock. Carys’ lips are devouring mine, her hands laced into my hair, as I push the door open and then kick it closed behind me.

Once we’re inside the room, she pauses, pulling back to look at me. “You got shrimp and grits,” she moans, like it’s part of the foreplay.

“How’d you know?” I ask, loving the way she’s looking at me with hooded eyes and swollen lips, knowing I did that to her. I own this look of ecstasy and it’s delectable; she’s delectable. As good as the food smells, Carys is better. I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And I plan on starting right now.

Leaning forward, she places her lips near my ear, whispering, “It’s my second favorite smell in the world.” When she sucks the sensitive skin into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth, it sends shivers down my body, straight to my cock.

“What’s your first?” I manage to ask, loving the way she feels, needing more everything.

More of her sweet words.

More of her sweet skin.

More of her sweet mouth.

More Carys.

She stops, meeting my gaze—deep and unguarded. Swiping her tongue along her bottom lip before answering, “You...Maverick.” Her tone is vulnerable, yet confident. “I want you. Now. Please.”

“We can take our time,” I offer, wanting her to know we don’t have to rush, not this time.

Normally, when we sneak off to make out, we never know how long we’ll have, so we’re used to going fast. But I talked to Jules and he told me he’d cover for Carys tonight. And even though my mind knows that, I’m having to convince my dick to slow its roll, because it has one objective—sinking into Carys’ warm, wet heat.

But I want to savor this. I want to savor her.

“You’re leaving soon,” she adds, a hint of sadness dulling her bright blue eyes.

“Not tonight.” I wish I could say never, but I can’t. “And Jules is covering for you, so we’ve got time.”

When her smile returns, it’s slow and assuming. “All night?”

“All night.”

She loosens her legs on my waist and slides down my body, reigniting the fire I felt in the elevator. Without another word, she steps back and quickly untucks her t-shirt, pulling it over her head. She then shimmies her shorts down her legs. Her bra and panties follow close behind, and the next thing I know, she’s standing in front of me with nothing on, making my mouth water and my heart practically beat out of my chest.

With her eyes glued to mine, she reaches up and unties her hair, letting her blonde waves cascade over her shoulders.

I take a minute to appreciate and memorize the perfection that is Carys. I want to take this vision, her memory, with me. She’s carved out a place in my heart I’ll never get back, but I wouldn’t want it, even if I could.

“You need to get naked,” she says with an even tone, her mouth curving up with a hint of mischief and confidence. It’s fucking sexy as hell.

She’s fucking sexy as hell.

Without preamble, I discard my shirt and step out of my jeans and boxers. Her eyes blaze as she greedily takes in my body, not even trying to hide the fact she’s gawking. We’ve been semi-naked before, half-clothed, but not like this. So, I give her a moment, letting her gaze own me.

Turnabout is fair play.

But I can’t stand the small distance between us. I need her. I need to touch her and feel her...hear her.

When my hands are literally itching to touch her, I stalk forward, backing her up until her knees hit the bed and she falls back. Placing my hands on either side of her, I stare down, taking her in—blonde hair everywhere, cheeks flushed, freckles peppered on her nose and cheeks...those eyes. I remember the first day I saw her, I couldn’t quite tell if they were green or blue or some crazy combination, but now I know they’re blue, just a unique shade...and they change depending on her mood and what she’s wearing. Right now, they’re a bright blue—needy and excited.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, leaning forward to sweep my mouth over hers, letting our lips touch but not lingering.

Teasing.

Tasting.

Tempting.

“Maverick,” Carys moans as I do the same with the lower half of our bodies, letting my cock graze her slit. “I need...”

“Don’t worry,” I whisper. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

Moving back down her body, I place soft open-mouthed kisses to her skin. Kneeling on the bed and towering above her, I lift her and toss her playfully where I want her, eliciting a squeal. “Stop manhandling me,” she demands with a laugh.

“I’m getting ready to manhandle the shit out of you,” I warn, crawling back up the bed like a predator. Stopping at my favorite place, her pussy, I dip my head and dart my tongue out, loving the way she bucks at the contact. The more I lap and suck, the more she whimpers and grinds herself into my face.

I fucking love it.

Sliding two fingers inside her sweet, wet heat, I pump them in tandem with the strokes of my tongue on her clit. It doesn’t take long until she’s gripping the sheet and writhing beneath me.

“Oh, God. Ahh,” she moans, letting out a soft scream as her hands go to my hair and she pulls, driving me wild.

I want to hear her pleasure.

I want everything she has to offer.

“Come for me, Carys,” I coax. “I want to hear it.”

Her hips lift off the bed and then her legs tense as her orgasm crashes through her. I can feel her walls squeezing as I continue to massage her slowly, making sure she gets every last fucking drop of bliss.

When she’s panting and pulling on my shoulders, silently begging me for more, I kneel on the bed and reach over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the box I procured a few days ago in anticipation of this moment.

Ripping the package with my teeth, I look down to see Carys watching me intently, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth. Expectation, longing, need, want...so many emotions are etched all over her beautiful face and I want to give her everything.

“You’re gorgeous. Have I told you that lately?” I ask, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling the latex down my shaft, stroking myself lightly. I don’t need any help getting hard. Carys makes me hard by breathing...by fucking existing.

“Uh, you might’ve mentioned it right before that mind-blowing orgasm,” she says with a hint of shyness to her voice. I watch as she swallows hard, glancing down between us, eyes on my cock.

“I just don’t want you to forget it...ever,” I tell her softly, decidedly, as I lean down and use my knees to spread her legs wider, giving me room to settle between them.

“You’re gorgeous too,” Carys says in a rush. “Beautiful.” One of her hands comes up to brush a piece of hair from my forehead; such a tender gesture for a moment like this. But her other hand is firmly on my ass, squeezing.

I kiss her. Once. Twice. Then, I pull back just in time to see her face as I push inside her.

Carys and I have been intimate with each other before and it’s always fucking fantastic, but this—finally being inside her, feeling her warmth surround me, pulsing and pulling me deeper—it’s even more than I was expecting or hoping for. It’s better than any fantasy I’ve had about Carys or anyone, for that matter.

Looking into her eyes, hooded but alight with passion, I’m certain she feels the same way.

Her lips are parted, so I take advantage and slip my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her deeply and matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

“Ahhh,” Carys cries out in pleasure, pulling her knees back, allowing me to bury myself deep inside her. The room is filled with her moans and the sound of our bodies coming together.

Deeper.

Harder.

More.

“It’s so good...so fucking good, Mav.”

“I know, baby, I know,” I tell her, gritting my teeth in an effort to pace myself, wanting this to last forever, but already feeling the coiling in the pit of my stomach. “You feel incredible, like your sweet pussy was made for me, so tight and perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I love your dirty talk,” she pants. “Now, fuck me faster.”

“Your wish, my command,” is all I can grunt out as I speed up my movements. Straightening my arms, I lean back, causing my pelvic bone to hit Carys’ clit with every push. When she cries out, I feel her walls tighten around my dick.

Beads of sweat drip from my forehead onto her beautiful breasts, mingling with her own, and I immediately lean forward to lick the moisture off her nipples.

“Yes...uhh...do that again,” she demands and I’m more than happy to oblige. I absolutely love that Carys isn’t shy or afraid to tell me what she wants. In fact, it turns me on even more, and I didn’t think that was possible.

Pleasure begins to build at the base of my spine and I know I can’t hold off much longer. Carys moves her hands back to my ass and pulls me closer to her. I slip my hand between us and rub her clit, giving her the friction she’s so desperately searching for. We’re both close, toeing the line between the growing tension in our bodies and the ecstasy that awaits us once we fall.

Finally, the tautness snaps and we come. It’s fast, it’s loud, and it’s everything we’ve been working toward for the past two weeks. Pure bliss rushes through my body as I spill inside the condom, leaving me feeling completely spent.

Carys is still shuddering and holding onto me tightly, making the most delicious noises in my ear. The sights and sounds of her orgasm are my new favorite things, and I want to experience them over and over.

“I knew it,” Carys says in a voice that is deep and scratchy and sexy as hell.

“What’s that?”

“I knew sex with you would kill me dead.” Her laugh is otherworldly, blissed out, and pure sex goddess. “In all the best ways, of course.”

“But, what a way to go, am I right?” I pepper her neck with hot kisses as she continues to laugh this lazy, sedated, amazing laugh. I’ve always loved Carys’ laugh, but this is a new one and I want to own it. No one gets this one but me.

A deep sigh is her only response as she tangles her fingers in my hair. She’s relaxed and content, without an ounce of stress, and she’s absolutely breathtaking. I wrap my arms around her, turning so she’s laying on my chest. With deep breaths, I inhale her scent, marking this moment in my mind.

How am I going to leave her in a few days?

It hurts too much to think about, so instead, I distract myself by kissing her until we’re both panting and ready for round two.