Chapter 23

Maverick

"I'm still leaving." That's the first thing Grace said to me when I opened the door. Her lips were pulled into a stern line, a frown showing off three little lines between her eyes, proving that she was just as conflicted as me.

"I know." It wasn't a secret that she thought she was leaving, and now wasn't the time to tell her I had other plans.

Her shoulders dropped at my confirmation. "This can't mean anything."

"If you say so." I didn't know Grace well, but I knew her well enough to know that she didn't just fuck people casually. My guess was she'd been with one, possibly two men besides her husband. I stepped back and opened my bedroom door wider, motioning her to come inside.

"I'm serious, Maverick. It can't because I can't stay." Her green eyes were wide and pleading with me to understand, to tell her what she wanted to hear.

Too bad I wasn't that man. "You can, you just think you can't."

"Maverick."

I closed the door and surged forward until I stood toe to toe with the woman whose very presence tortured me. "I want you, Grace, plain and simple. I want to feel your tight pussy squeezed around my cock as you come apart. I want to hear you moan my name the way you did earlier. I want you. Do you want me?"

Her lips parted, her green eyes went dark with desire, and finally—fucking finally—she nodded. "I do want you."

"Good. Let's focus on that for now." I cupped the back of her head and kissed her with everything I had. She succumbed easily, which made my cock so hard it ached.

Grace didn't cling to me this time, she let her hands roam up and down my abs and pecs before they circled my waist and gripped my ass. "You're so hard. Everywhere," she panted, an excited smile on her face as she slipped her hands under my shirt. "Wow."

Her appreciation made me even harder, and all I wanted to do was push her down on the bed and slide deep. And hard. But she still thought she was leaving, and I needed to make sure I got enough of her. "And you're so fucking soft, everywhere." I slowly peeled her out of her pajamas, and the small scrap of green cotton panties. "So goddamn beautiful."

She shook her head. "I'm not."

"You're right. Beautiful isn't quite right, it's too tame. Stunning. On the bed. Now."

She gasped and crawled onto the bed, trying to cover the best parts of her with her hands.

"Don't hide from me, Grace. In fact, lay back and show me how wet your pussy is for me."

Her eyes went wide with shock, but she nodded and let her hands fall away. She leaned back on her elbows so her tits pushed out, pink nipples pointed right at me. It took a few moments, but she opened her legs giving me a glimpse of plump pink lips and another surprise.

Her neatly trimmed hair was light blonde, "So, I guess you're not really a redhead."

She shook her head and gave me a shy smile.

She would be absolutely perfect as a blonde. "Ready?"

"So ready," she sighed, her gaze fixed on my bare chest.

"Good." I knelt on the bed and spread her even wider, hungry to taste her and feel her squirm under me.

"Good god!" Her hips shot off the bed the moment my tongue hit her clit, and I held her down. "Sorry."

"Don't be," I grunted against her pussy, the vibration making her wetter as she squirmed under me, writhing and moaning. And the moment her fingers tangled in my hair, and she started to roll her hips, my cock wept.

"Oh my," she panted. "Maverick, that's…so. Good."

One finger slid deep, and I flicked my tongue over her clit, and she came apart beautifully. I kissed my way up her body and smiled at the sight of her flushed skin and smiling face. "You're gorgeous when you come."

She laughed. "That was amazing! I mean, I've never felt like that before."

"Your, ah…he never?"

She shook her head. "Once, but I was too self-conscious to enjoy it and he got angry. Never did it again."

Yep, I was going to kill the son of a bitch. But right now, I needed to claim Grace. She was mine. All mine. She just didn't know it yet. "I'll make you forget all about him," I promised, and then feasted on her gorgeous tits one at a time.

"Forget all about who? Oh yes!"

She was so fucking responsive that I couldn't hold back any longer, not when she squirmed beneath me and molded her hands over my body. I stood and removed my boxers.

"Um."

I froze. "Yeah?"

"That thing is huge," her eyes were wide as she stared at my cock.

I smiled. "Thanks, I'm pretty fond of him. I'll go slow," I promised, and took my spot between her thighs, rubbing my cock through her slick folds. "Fuck."

"So good." She angled her hips and I slid into her tight, wet pussy as slowly as I could, despite the way she pulsed and clenched around me. "More, please." She thrashed her head back and forth, arching into me.

I gripped her tits in my hands, flicking my tongue against those hard nipples as I slowly entered her. She was so fucking tight it was a miracle I didn't slam deep and pound us both to orgasm. "Fuck," I bit out when my balls hit her ass.

"Oh! Yeah, that's delicious." She squirmed and wrapped her legs around me, and that was it.

Her pussy was so wet and so hot, I couldn't help myself. Moving like a man possessed, I thrust into her over and over again while she gripped my forearms and then raked her nails down my back. I moved faster and deeper.

"Maverick, oh yes!"

I smiled at her excitement, her arousal. Her desire for me. "You're close."

She shook her head. "I don't, I mean, I've never."

I ended those words with another kiss, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth the same way my cock pounded into her.

I felt every twitch and every quiver around my cock, reading her body like my favorite book as I fucked her until her body tensed. I pulled back because I had to watch as shock filled her eyes, and then she let go. It was beautiful. It was sexy as fuck. It was perfect.

She was perfect. "That was…I can't believe you did that!"

"Then just wait, because I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow."

She gasped and then smiled. "Yes, please."

Fuck, I didn't think I would ever get enough of this woman. She was the perfect mix of innocence and passion. No matter what I did—fucked her from behind or let her ride my cock—she dived right in, determined to enjoy every moment. I lost myself in her body, in her pleasure.

"This isn't possible." She leaned forward, planting her hands on my chest seconds before she came around my cock, pulling a powerful orgasm from me with a roar. "Holy. Shit."

"I think you missed your calling as a cowgirl," I told her when I finally caught my breath.

She laughed. "Oh my god, that's…whoa!" She laughed again. "Who knew laughing did that?"

She was so fucking refreshing that I knew—without a doubt—there was no fucking way I was letting her walk away. "Knock, knock."

She froze, eyes wide and then laughed again. "Funny."

Eventually, Grace collapsed from an overdose of pleasure, curling up against my chest with one hand resting low on my stomach as she drifted off to sleep.

Too bad when I woke up as the sun rose, my bed was empty. Hell, my house was empty.

But she'd left breakfast and coffee in the kitchen.

Goddammit, I am in so much trouble.