Maverick (The Family Simon 3)

“You don’t know anything about me,” he managed to say. Sweat had broken out over his body, covering his bare torso in a damp sheen. He was hot and cold which only heightened his senses.

“Have you ever been in jail?

“No.”

“Are you a serial killer?”

“No.”

“Then we’re good.” She took a step back and he exhaled slowly, watching her warily. Her chest rose and fell, her mouth was slightly open and he could see her pink tongue. He was weakening.

That tongue darted out, swiping over her bottom lip as her gaze travelled down his body once more, stopping at the now massive erection he sported.

“You see, Rick.”

God the way she said his name.

“You don’t have to worry about me falling in love, because that’s not something that I do.” In one movement she had her top off and tossed onto the floor. “I don’t care about you leaving town because honestly, no one ever stays anyway.”

He tore his eyes from the lacy bra that barely covered her breasts and searched her face. He should end this right now. Donovan was right. And yet…

“I came out here because I was pissed off and I had no intention of having sex with you, but I gotta say, Rick.” Again, the way she rolled her R’s made him crazy. “You look damn good without a shirt and it’s been way too long since I’ve had anything close to good, hot sex.”

She bent over—total stripper move—and Maverick clenched his jaw together so tight that his teeth ached. She unzipped her boots and stepped out of them, her fingers trailing up her legs as she straightened and then slid them beneath the waistband of her pants. She was killing him. Plain and simple.

“What do you say, Rick?” she asked, that pink tongue peeking out from between her lips. “You up to the job?”

Maverick should have walked away because nothing about this situation was light or easy or casual. He stepped forward and stared down into those amazing eyes, noting the sweat that beaded her top lip, and the heated scent of her in the air. She was as hot and as aroused as he was.

This was going to get complicated. He could tell.

Don’t do it.

But the thing about that inner voice—especially the one that warned you against something you really wanted…it was too damn easy to ignore.

With a groan, Maverick lowered his mouth, hands diving into all that thick, silky hair. He slid his mouth over Charlie’s and promptly forgot about everything except the woman in his arms.

Chapter Eight

Charlie jumped the rails about five seconds after walking into this building. All that shit she’d just spewed meant nothing. She couldn’t even process what Rick had said or what she’d said in return. All she knew for sure was that she’d come out here to fight, but somewhere between the banter, the anger—and all that totally male and totally ripped body—something had happened to her.

Her lady parts had roared to life.

And those lady parts had pretty much taken over all conscious thought.

Rick tasted amazing and he felt even better. He was warm and hot and so hard, that Charlie squeezed her thighs together in an effort to assuage the throb, a whimper falling from her because it only made her hyper-aware and even more aroused.

His mouth slid across hers, his hands sank into her hair and she melted into Rick like butter on a hot summer day. He held her gently and kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. His lips were firm and hungry and so damn skilled that she sank against him.

His tongue slid over her mouth, licking her playfully. Methodically. Thoroughly. All the while his fingers massaged her scalp and his hips burned into hers.

His erection pressed into her waist and Charlie whimpered, trying to get closer to him. Her breasts, barely covered by the silky bra Ava had made her buy (thank you Ava) swelled against his chest, their tips aching to be touched.

She opened her mouth and let him inside once more, and slid her arms up to his shoulders—not just to feel the strength that was there—but because she was afraid she’d fall on her ass if she didn’t.

The kiss went on and on. And on. Hot mouths. Surging tongues. Skin on skin. Good Lord but this man could kiss.

When Rick finally came up for air, he was breathing heavily, his eyes dark and half lidded.