Unlike in my living room, where the need to mark Maverick possessed me, I’m high on the control he’s given me.
He breathes out, and I breathe him in.
But I don’t let the gasps between us circulate. This time, I kiss him with each atom of my body. He doesn’t fight me for dominance; we both know I’d lose. The thrill comes from knowing he’s choosing to let me.
I’m not going to wait any longer to take what I want.
My head spins as I pull back for air, but I can’t remove my shirt fast enough.
Maverick puts his hands over mine, chest heaving with eyes blown, “listen. If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop. You’re hurt and I don’t want you—”
“Maverick, shhh. I’m counting on it. Trust me, this will make me feel better.”
The concern on his face causes me to pause as I toss my shirt to the side. With my free hands, I take his in my own and let them rest on my chest.
My heart beats rapidly for him.
Only him.