Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)(85)

“You surf,” I say before I think to not say that.

His hand pauses on his belt. He tilts his head and studies me.

“I do.” He resumes undoing the belt, unbuttoning his pants, letting them drop to the floor. “I can teach you if you want.”

“I don’t think so,” I say absently, almost forgetting what we’re talking about when I see his erection so big and doing its damnedest to poke a hole in his boxers. I sit up and swat his hands away from his hips. I push the boxers down and gasp at my first sight of his dick. It’s right there, on level with my lips. How can I not lean forward and take him into my mouth? He makes this sound that’s something between a curse and a moan, and I’m throbbing between my legs. He steps closer between my spread knees and pushes his length deeper into my mouth. The tip of my tongue finds his slit, already wet and salty.

“Shit.” He cups my face, caressing my jaw as I lick and suck him.

I palm his balls and take him deeper. His indrawn breath and tightening hands on my head tell me he likes it.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he says, his voice low and strained.

I nod my consent and he pushes in, snaps his hips forward again and again and again, the motion growing more frenetic. He hits the back of my throat and I choke, but don’t release him. He slows, gently opening my mouth with his thumb, caressing my wet, swollen lips.

“I’ll come if I don’t stop,” he pants. “And it feels like I’ll die if I don’t get inside you.”

It feels that way for me, too. My legs spread wider at the promise of him claiming me that way.

“There’s condoms and lube in the nightstand,” I tell him, nodding to the side of the bed. To his credit, Maverick doesn’t seem thrown at all by the ample supply of condoms in the top drawer, or by the fleet of vibrators he pushes aside to get to my lube. He slides the condom on and rubs lube all over himself.

And it makes me want him more.

It must be on my face because he pauses when he’s positioned over me and says, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, just… most guys complain about me asking for lube because they think it means they didn’t get me wet enough or some shit.”

“The point is for us to both enjoy it, right?” He caresses my leg from knee to hip, and a shudder moves through me like he touched a nerve, not just bare skin. “So you tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

I reach up to stroke the dark slash of his brow through golden-brown skin.

“I want you to make love to me.”

He pushes in.

He used the word “worship,” and that’s exactly how it feels when he comes inside, like my body is a tabernacle and he’s awed by the privilege of entering. Pleasure explodes from a hidden part of me no one else has ever discovered. With his patience and care, Maverick tunnels through my defenses and excuses, clearing a passageway to my heart with every kiss and each touch. I’m not saying it’s love. It’s too soon for that, but it’s… something I didn’t think existed.

The rhythm of his breathing roughens the longer he fucks me. The erratic non-pattern of pants and moans every touch draws from me. He grabs my throat and holds my eyes, pounding into me. The bed rocks, knocking my nightstand, and the lamp rattles from the force of it. I swear the walls tremble when I come. And the boundary I’ve always maintained with every other lover begins to fissure, webbing and widening until it cracks. Until it collapses, surrenders to the tenderness in his eyes and the urgency of his hands.

It falls.

And, dammit to hell, so do I.





CHAPTER 31





HENDRIX


Morning, Gorgeous.”

I pry my eyes open to find Maverick beside me in bed, propped on one elbow and leaning over me wearing nothing but a cocky grin and a pair of boxers.

I peruse the sculpted wonder of this man’s body. He’s sun-bronzed brown, corded with muscle, striped with sinew, dusted with just the right amount of hair in the places I like, and little to none in the places I don’t. I’ve never obsessed over a man’s chest, but his pecs have me kind of riveted.

“I feel very objectified right now.” Maverick laughs. “Don’t mind me trying to hold an actual conversation while you ogle me from head to toe.”

I force my eyes above his neck to meet his amused stare.

“I was just thinking it’s a shame I didn’t get to fully explore all this,” I say, gesturing up and down his long body. “Since last night was the last time we’ll ever have sex.”

His smile drops and his brows jerk together.

“What the hell, Hen? If you’re having regrets, we can talk about—”

“Oh, my God! Your face! I’m joking.” Laughing, I drag myself up to rest my shoulders against the headboard, tugging the sheets up over my breasts. “But I get it. My pussy has that effect on people.”

He leans forward to cup my jaw. “I don’t want to hear about the effect you have on anyone but me.”

I lift my brows and let out a throaty chuckle. “So this is happening again and it’s exclusive?”

He pulls himself up to sit beside me, his shoulders against the headboard and pressed into mine. He threads our fingers together to rest on the sheet in my lap. He kisses my knuckle, eyes fixed on mine.