MAVERICK
This man kissed me like he was honored. Lake kissed me like it was the end of the world tomorrow. Then he took his time, with no urgency but passion between us, and he absolutely knew how to make a woman’s ovary beg. He was a damn good kisser.
I’d never kissed many, but his way was definitely memorable.
His hand slipped into my pajama top, dragging his hand all the way to my chest, leaving traces of electrifying sensations in its wake.
I wasn’t wearing anything sexy or cute, and it was intentional. Since our sexual tensions crackled between us, becoming more intense, I tried not to wear something revealing that gave him the idea of seducing him.
I was hoping this night would end without me waking up tomorrow with regrets. Still, the way he looked at me with such intensity of desires in his eyes, like I only existed for him to be fondled, I got the feeling that we both felt the same and maybe whatever was going on between us-the tension would die away once we slept together.
He cupped my breast through the bra with his huge hand. I sucked in a breath, and he made a throaty moan. He was turned on, too, I could feel the huge bulge pressed against my lower belly, and I was soaking, my clit throbbing, my nipples pebbled against his palm. My hand went to his arm, gripping it tight, and the other was on his thick, soft hair.
I shuddered. Broken moans slipped through my throat as his scorching hand landed on my bare breast, cupping and kneading it. He had an instantaneous reaction- his cock twitched pressed between us as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
We hadn’t been to the second base, and my core was already tightening as the pleasure spread all over my body.
One moment, I was moaning; the next second, his hand was gone, his lips left mine as if I had just burned him, leaving me aching and dumbfounded, and he followed it with a curse.
What did I do wrong?
I cracked my eyes open, and he was staring at me, breathing heavily on top of me with pain and regret deep in his eyes, but so did the desire.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he was already out of bed. His prominent bulge looked uncomfortable, about to make a hole in his boxers, but it didn’t stop him from grabbing his clothes on the chair.
The next thing I heard from him was the loud bang from my bedroom door. A few moments later, the apartment door shut next, shaking the entire apartment.
Shit. He was leaving.
Was I that bad?
I checked the time on my phone. It was two in the morning, and he was leaving without Owen and Homer. Different scenarios flooded my thoughts. As much as it pissed me off to leave me without explanation, he was recognizable, and someone might have hurt him on the street.
I got up and quickly changed into a tee and jeans until my gaze landed on his phone on the nightstand. I grabbed it, dropped it into my bag, and locked the room behind me.
It was early morning, and the weather seemed chilly. I left my apartment building to look for him, but he wasn’t there, so he left his phone.
My first thought was to call Owen or Homer. I got in the car and turned the ignition until I saw someone standing under the tree. I flashed the headlights and got his attention.
I drove towards him and opened the door. “Get in the car.”
Thankfully, he didn’t resist. “What are you doing outside at this hour?”
“I could say the same thing to you. You are not familiar with this neighborhood, Lake, and your face is like the Kardashians.”
“Let me drive.”
“Just put the seatbelt on and let me drive like a granny.”
He did like a good boy. “Where are we going?”
“To your penthouse. There, you can sleep peacefully in your room.”
“Look-”
“I don’t wanna hear your excuses. I get it. I’m terrible, dumb, and stupid. I understand why my ex dumped me, and we should stick to the rules of our arrangement. You’re free to sleep with anyone you want, boy or girl, as per our agreement. I won’t judge, and I might do the same. So we’re good. Forget what happened tonight.”
He hadn’t said a word for a few minutes, but I could feel he wasn’t impressed with what I said. His deep breathing had said so, his jaw ticking, and he combed his hair with his fingers.
“Your phone is in my bag.”
We were halfway to his penthouse, and he hadn’t said anything.
“From now on-”
“Just shut up, Maverick.”
“Okay.”
“How can you be so clueless about yourself?”
I stole a glance at him. “What do you mean?”
“You’re right. You’re the dumbest woman I know.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Your ex is a loser. My guess is he doesn’t know anything in bed.”
“Can we not talk about him? I’ve already forgotten him. I’ve wasted my time for that asshole.”
“Good because I don’t want you to think or even mention about that dirtbag.” He grunted.
I didn’t know why he was pissed at me when I should be the one should be yelling at him for leaving the apartment all by himself.
We finally arrived. I went directly to his kitchen and warmed the French Pain au chocolat in the microwave. I didn’t know where he had gone, but I didn’t care as long as he stayed in the penthouse overnight.
Halfway to my pasty, I only grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and my food was gone. He was already chewing it and didn’t care if I had a bite of it.
The way he ate melted my heart. I didn’t know why I felt that way. My anger washed away. “Should I warm one for you?”
“No.” He snatched the bottled water from my hand and drank half of it.
“I’m serious. If you’re hungry, I can make you a sandwich.”
He shook his head and left.
“Hey. What is going on with you?” I followed him upstairs. “Talk to me, Lake.”
“I’m sick of this.” He clenched his teeth as rage rolled through him. “It’s fucking infuriating.”
“What exactly are you talking about?” I managed to grab him on the wrist before he could get in his room. “You just left my room from the apartment without talking to me. If it’s about the kiss, I’ll do my best to-”
“To what?” His head snapped at me, gaze locking with mine. “To fucking what, Maverick?”
I hesitated at first, but he was still impatiently waiting for my reply, his eyes blazing with anger.
“To stay away from you when we’re in the same room.”
“Jesus Christ!”
I swallowed hard as I dropped my gaze. “I’m utterly confused with you.”
“I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. Hard. Happy?”
I gasped. My eyes flared wide as I looked at him. “Then why-”
“And then what?” He snapped, and he started to scare me. “You’re gonna sleep around with other men after that?”
“Oh, let me remind you who put up with the MBA logo sign on your forehead. You specifically suggested an open marriage, and I am merely following the agreement I signed. So should we not break it?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Says the woman who specifically demanded no intimacy, no sleeping with a client, and keeps it purely business.”
“Um- that was before I found out-”
“Get in your fucking room, Maverick, before I do something stupid.”