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Her intake of breath is shaky when she places her hand over mine and moves my hand to cup the bottom of her tit.

The air is thick with our breathing. I still haven’t looked down and she hasn’t either.

“Here,” she says, moving my hand so the pads of my fingertips drag along the skin on the underside of her breast, where it meets her chest.

“Mmm. Here is good.” I confirm.

She nods as I drop my hand and kneel at her feet, my head at the perfect level. And before she can say anything, I mumble, “Gorgeous,” before tracing the bottom of her tit with my tongue. Her head falls back against the support beam.

“You’re so good at this,” she says as I wrap my arms around her hips and suck the pink nipple into my mouth. It’s cold against my tongue and I work hard warming it up to my body temperature before popping off and going to her other tit.

My right hand crests along her back and over the curve of her ass, following the exceptional lines of her thighs until it comes to rest on the inside of her thighs.

I push through and nudge her legs open. I want to see all of her.

Dragging my fingers along her bare legs, I stop when I can feel heat coming from her core.

She exhales loudly, her legs quivering against me.

“I must not be that good if you’re still talking,” I suggest, breathing the words along her tits, my lips dragging against the soft skin of her nipple before I slip a finger inside her.

She whimpers against me, the sound of her surrender my undoing.

Biting softly, I hold her firmly against me.

No way is she moving away. I want her to feel everything.

Her fingers tangle in my hair. “Ignore me.” Her voice is gravelly—unhinged.

I add another finger, plunging into her heat with fervor. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll be an angry asshole. “Are you sure?” I tease her, curling my fingers and stroking the rippled flesh inside her. “We can wait until I render you speechless.”

She moans. “Shut up, Maverick. You’ve made your point.”

Damn right I have. I grin and give her nipple a soft kiss before trailing kisses along her stomach and down to her bare pussy. I press a kiss to her center, the smell of her arousal drawing me lower. “I need to taste you,” I mumble.

“Oh, God. Please.”

Her face is flushed and the towel that was on her head falls to one side. I love that she doesn’t move it. She doesn’t worry about looking perfect. She’s just living in the moment, taking everything I’m giving.

My dick jumps eagerly in my jeans.

I bow my head and pull her forward by her ass, elevating her hips so I can drag my tongue through her slit .

“Maverick,” she says pleadingly. It does all kinds of things to my heart.

My watch is vibrating, alerting me that my heart rate is elevated.

I don’t care, though. Seeing Ainsley come apart with the flood light shining through the open patio door, and her wet, tangled hair a mess along her shoulder, is exhilarating, erotic, and all fucking mine.

Fuck Tucker. He’ll never get a chance to tell her he’s a douche.

Ainsley James is mine and there’s no way I’ll ever let her go.

My tongue and teeth battle to get closer, to crawl inside of her and eat her from the inside out. Her fingers are tight in my hair. Her back is arched against the pillar and her moans encourage me to go deeper, harder.

“I need you to stop,” she chants between breaths. “I want to feel you inside me.”

My lips quirk as I pull back and say, “Trust me, I’m inside you.”

She cuts me a look that I’m sure she thinks is stern. “Smartass. I want your . . .” Her boldness trails off with her words.

I cock a brow. “You want my what?”

I want her to say it. I want her to tell me she wants my dick.

“I want all of you,” is all she says.

Leaning back on my heels, I put space between us, allowing the cool air to hit her center. She shivers. “Please, Maverick,” she begs, attempting to tug me closer.

“You’re going to need to be more specific.” I tsk.

A guttural moan escapes her. “I want your dick. I want it inside me now.”

“That’s my girl. Tell me what you need.”

With a growl, I stand, clasping her hip and walking her backward toward the sofa, watching the excitement in the depths of her ocean blue eyes. When the backs of her legs hit the arm of the couch, I flip her around and shove her over the armrest, her perky, glorious ass high in the air.

I groan and follow the curve of her spine with my fingers, coating her with her own arousal. “You’re so goddamned beautiful. ”

She places her hands on the cushions. I can see her body rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. “Maverick.”

Maverick is freaking right.

“Say it again,” I demand, fumbling with my zipper like some kind of teenager, all excited and shit.

“Maverick,” she says, and I can just hear the smile in her voice. She likes that I want to hear her say my name. She likes knowing she gets to me—likes knowing she can break through my cold and rough exterior.

Finally, I get my fucking zipper down and my dick literally jumps free from my boxers. I grip it hard, coming closer and kicking her legs out wider so I can stand between them.

“I love you like this,” I tell her, stroking my dick in a bruising hold.

“Like what?” Her words are labored and breathy.

I let the tip of my dick leak arousal over her stunning ass cheeks, marking my territory. It does something crazy to my chest. When have I ever felt the need to mark a woman? Claim her for myself. When have I ever cared enough?

It’s a goddamned mystery. One I don’t think I’ll be able to solve just yet.

I reach into my back pocket, finding the cards and the sharpie, and toss them onto the floor where they scatter. Ainsley’s head follows the noise, but I don’t bother explaining. All I can do is focus so I don’t jack off and come all over her pretty back. She wants me inside her, not all over her.

Finally, I find my wallet and the condom I keep for emergencies. I pluck it from the leather and toss it onto the floor as well. I’m sheathed in mere seconds and lined up with her entrance. I don’t warn her. I don’t think I can—the wait is too much.

The first push in sends a hiss through me. “So fucking perfect,” I mumble, almost incoherently. She’s tight burning flesh around me. A glove a size too small. I pull back and ease back into her, watching for any signs of discomfort. It’s a lesson in patience .

“Are you okay?” I barely get out through clenched teeth.

“Yes,” she moans. “More than okay.” Her fingers grip the cushions beneath her. “Please move.”

I can do that. I can fucking do that. I slam into her with an intensity, I’m ashamed to say, I haven’t ever seen from myself. What is it about this girl that gets to me?

I’m slamming into her over and over again, the sofa inching up with the impact of my thrusts. I’m a fucking monster attempting to bury myself entirely inside her. I reach around, trying to slow my ass down and find her clit.

“Oh, God. Ainsley!”

I pause. “Did you just call out your own name?” I ask her.

She chuckles. “I figured you wouldn’t mind. The tagline of the book said: ‘Learn how to scream out your own name.’ It was the one sentence I read.”

That fucking book.

I shake my head and slam into her. “You better hold on,” I tell her through clenched teeth—dammit she feels amazing. “You won’t remember your name by the time I’m finished.”

The deep groan that bursts out is felt deep inside her.

Harder, I thrust so aggressively into her that my finger can’t stay on her clit.

It’s messy, sloppy, and unbridled. Skin slapping skin, grunts and gasps the only noise around us, I push into Ainsley until my dick and I are satisfied that we’ve explored and ruined every inch of her pussy.

“I’m close,” she chants excitedly, like this is a new concept to her. I’m sure Fuckface didn’t care enough to demolish her insides. But I’m nothing if not thorough. I slow my thrusts and pinch her clit.

“Ahh!”

Her body shivers in my arms and I pick up the pace, chasing the only time I’ve ever wanted to come with a woman at the same time.

Her muscles grip me, holding me closer to her, milking everything from me, one thrust at a time.

Sweat is dripping down my chest, plunging onto her butt cheeks, which bounce every time she absorbs a brutal thrust .

“Come with me, Mav,” she begs, stretching her hand back.

I stare at her hand reaching out for me for a second, a million things running through my head.

Fuck it.

I’m all in.

I lace my fingers with hers and pull them across her back and thrust one last time before collapsing on top of her.