The delicate touch of his hand slides up my ribs, tickling my side. It rises further until his hand is cupping me and his thumb strokes my peaked nipple.

In a voice dripping with reverence, he breathes, “I imagined you bare like this. But never did my imagination do you justice.”

Then his lips are cooling my skin, and his tongue is slowly taunting me with torturous explorations, running over the top of my breast, circling my nipple twice, before sucking and drawing it into his mouth. His mouth on such a sensitive part of my body sparks the first hint of an orgasm.

My nails sink into his back and a desperate whimper, a sound I’ve never made, comes from deep inside my chest.

His hand leaves my chest and trails down my stomach. Tingles ignite everywhere he touches. When he reaches the button of my shorts, he stops.

“We don’t have to have sex. But I want to see you unravel, Doll.”

I nod and his mouth takes mine as he unbuttons my shorts and slides the zipper down. His fingers sink below my panties and slide between my legs.

His chest rumbles, and at finding me wet, he groans, “Sweet Jesus.” Then he rests his forehead against mine. Stares into my eyes. “Is this for me?”

“Yes.”

“You were wet just like this that first day too, when I touched you here, was that . . .”

“I’ve only been like this for you.”

“Fuck.”

He crashes his mouth to mine and he kisses me. This kiss is greedy and frenzied. He plunders my mouth like he did the first time. I love it. How he’s both savage and careful not to push me too far.

I gasp in pleasure as he plays with my clit. My orgasm builds with each stroke. Then his thumb takes over teasing my clit and his finger slowly slides into me. So deep. I tense but not because I don’t want him inside me. I tense because I’m so close to losing control.

He stills and draws his hand back.

I whisper, “No. Don’t stop. If feels so good.”

He thrusts gently back in, and as my pleasure builds, he goes deeper, and the slow push and pull starts to drive me mad. When he fills me with two fingers instead of one, my head falls back and I sigh, “Oh my God.”

Mav’s mouth leaves mine. “That’s it. Let go and grip me. Let me feel you.” His fingers pump harder and his tongue imprints on every inch of my mouth.

I hold onto him for dear life and pray this delicious torture never ends. Rocking into him, over and over again, I seek a climax that’s going to blow my world apart, if he’ll just give it to me.

My lust heightens his, as his kiss grows almost brutal and his chest rises heavily and falls against mine.

The spot he’s touching on every thrust has my insides coiling. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling. “Mav,” I say his name and nothing else, because my thoughts become jumbled inside my head. The ache he’s stirring inside me builds higher and higher still. Until like a snapped elastic band, it reaches its breaking point, snaps and sends a full-body shudder through me. A river of sensation that takes over every muscle.

Mav’s fingers don’t stop moving inside of me. He’s prolonging the orgasm, the carnal kiss, until he wrings out every bit of it from my body.

And when my knees weaken, he catches me.

His mouth feathers kisses over my jaw, my neck, and my ear. His hot breath has goosebumps spreading over my skin. “Fuck. I’ve never seen anything more fuckin’ perfect.” He grins wickedly and pecks my mouth.

Holy hell.

“I can’t wait to see it again.”

His fingers withdraw from my core. Instantly, I feel wetness pooling between my thighs. But I don’t have time to be embarrassed as Mav brings his hand up between us and slips his fingers coated with my arousal into his mouth. He hums around them, closes his eyes and sucks them clean.

When his eyes open, they’re liquid gold. “Now, I’m gonna be daydreamin’ about fuckin’ you with my tongue for the rest of the night.”

Those words send my core muscles tightening all over again. It sounds like a threat. But the idea of his mouth on me there is a delicious assault I’m sure to be thinking about for the next few hours too.

There are times in life when you see something so beautiful that it leaves an impression on your soul. Those unforgettable moments stay with us for eternity.

MAVERICK

I don’t think I’ll ever recover. That was fuck. Just fuck. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. But I didn’t. It’ll never compare. Kissing her. Feeling her under my hands. Tasting her. Nothing else will ever come close.

What was I thinking?

This girl will ruin me. If she ever leaves me like Dana did, I won’t just be left with a black heart. Because it will be dead. Ash and dust.

I’m still reeling as I pick her up and place her on my bed. “Lie with me,” I say because I can’t tell her that I’m so fucking hard for her right now that there’s no damn way can I walk through the clubhouse. And the mere thought of any of my brothers seeing her like this, flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, and mussed hair, has my hackles rising.

She’s mine now whether she knows it or not. I’ve fallen so fuckin’ deep into her there’s no going back.

After lying down, I pull her to lie on my chest. I rub my hand over the silky smooth skin of her back. She sighs and it sends flurries of pleasure shooting through me.

“I’ve never done that before.”

My hand stills on her back, and I tilt my head to the side to look at her face. “Never done what?” Then it hits me. “Orgasmed?”

She does that little nod she always does. “With myself, yeah, but not with . . .”

“Someone else?”

She nods again. Mother of Christ. If that doesn’t send murder rushing through my veins, I don’t know what does. “Your ex was a piece of shit,” I growl.

“Yeah, I know.”

I make a mental note to coax some information out of her about this ex of hers. Then I can find the fucker, and my brothers and me can go say hello. And goodbye.

I pinch her chin and make her look up at me. “You okay? You know, with what we just did?”

She cuddles into me and brushes her nose against my chest, making my cock throb that much more. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Oh, fuck. This girl is gonna wreck me.

I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her to me. “I have a feeling it’s only gonna get better from here.”

“You think?”

Her teal eyes flicker up to mine. “I know it will. I’m not fuckin’ this up. You feel good right where you are. Don’t want you anywhere other than right here.”

As silence stretches around the room, I bask in the feel of her, how perfectly we fit together, almost as if she was made by someone upstairs just for me. Each second I hold her makes me achingly aware of my erection. It’s pulsing with the need to be inside her, but I have to ignore it. I can’t rush this. Not like I did the last time.

I pushed Dana into a relationship she didn’t want. Truth be told, I pushed the pregnancy on her too. I thought she wanted all of it. Me, a family, a house, a future. But I was projecting my own dreams on her, and that’s where shit went wrong. This time, I’ll pay attention to Doll’s needs and wants, not just my own.

She doesn’t realize this, but in less than an hour, she’s turned my day, my life, my world upside down, and changed the course of both of our tomorrows. She’s brightened my future and given me so much to look forward to.

A verse springs to mind and without filtering my thoughts, I quote it, “Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning.”

“Mmmm,” she’s says dreamily. “What is it? Its sounds like a poem?”

“It’s from the Book of Job.” I reach down and lock our fingers together. Then bring them up to my mouth. I kiss the back of her hand before resting our joined hands on my chest.