Maverick (The Family Simon 3)

“I want you to come for me,” he murmured against her, trailing kisses along her bare skin. “I want to taste you when you come.”

He thrust into her with his tongue and she was already breaking apart. Charlie came hard, bucking into him as he held her still.

And he held her for several moments, while her body throbbed with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Breathing heavily, she pushed a long chunk of hair out of her face and looked down into his eyes.

Had she ever seen a man with such long dark lashes? Or a mouth that sexy? Was this just orgasm afterglow, or did Rick really look this incredible?

His neck strained and she didn’t have to look down to know his erection was full-on ready to go.

She licked her lips. Screw it. She was going all in.

“I’ve got condoms in my purse.” She pointed to the sofa.

Cool air rushed over her heated skin when he left and strode over to the sofa. He made quick work of her purse and dropped his track pants in even less time. His backside was amazing—muscular and hard. The man had an ass that would make any hockey player proud. He rolled on the condom and when he turned back to her, Charlie’s mouth went dry.

She’d been with exactly two men in her twenty-five years. Neither one of them came close to the beauty of the man before her. There was something wild in him. Something unrestrained and she felt her body react instantly.

Rick stalked her as if she was his prey. He didn’t say a word, though his eyes nailed her with an intensity that had her still-buzzing lady parts again jumping for joy.

She was already leaning back, spreading her legs when he stepped between them and, with one powerful thrust, was buried deep inside.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered hoarsely against her neck. He immediately began to move and their bodies quickly found a rhythm that was all their own. “So damn good,” he repeated.

He had no idea how good he felt inside her. He was big and he stretched her in a way that made her feel complete. Charlie deepened the kiss, totally abandoning herself to the pleasure that rolled through her body.

“I’m sorry, darlin’ but I’m not gonna last long,” Rick said roughly, breaking their kiss.

“It’s okay,” she managed to say as their tempo increased. “I’m almost there.”

Her walls tightened and he swore, his hair damp with sweat. He reached down with one hand, eyes still on her as his fingers sought out her clitoris.

“I can’t…” Charlie threw her head back, knees pulling him in as close as she could. That hot and hard coil of pleasure was strung so tight. He was so big. It was all too much.

Rick was breathing heavily, animalistic sounds falling from him. “Look at me,” he ordered. “I want to watch you come.”

Charlie grabbed hold of his shoulders, eyes on him as her body began to convulse. “I want to watch you come,” she said hoarsely, loving how the muscles in his shoulders bunched and how dark his eyes had gotten.

He came as hard as she did and there were no more words. Only bodies straining against each other. Mouths sliding across skin and hands dug into hair.

When he finally pulled out of her, Charlie felt empty. Cold air rushed over her, but after he disposed of the used condom, Rick pulled her into his arms and headed for the sofa. After setting his guitar aside and tossing the papers on the floor, they collapsed onto an old throw blanket.

He rolled her up against his body and Charlie relaxed.

She had no regrets. Not one. At least not at that moment, anyway.

In fact, she was hoping that he’d be up for round two sooner than later.

Chapter Nine

Maverick watched Charlie while she slept. He’d been awake for nearly an hour, his head full of thoughts. It was early and the sun was just peeking over the horizon, throwing beams of light at the frosty windows that lit the dark room with a strange glow. It had to be cold as hell out there, but he didn’t care. They were snug in his bed and the sound of her soft breathing was strangely mesmerizing.

She was nestled up against him and for the moment, he was content to hold her, to listen to her breathe, and to stroke her back lazily, while he closed his eyes and thought of the incredible night he’d just had.

Their sexual chemistry was mind blowing, and really, that didn’t come close to describing it. She responded to his touch in a way that got his blood boiling. There was no coyness, no agenda. There was only raw, primal need and it was something he could see and feel.

Whatever this connection was they shared, it was on a level he’d never experienced before.

He’d had Charlie twice in the outbuilding and at some point in the early morning, he’d brought her back to the house and they’d christened the foyer as well as his bed. She was generous—he smiled—athletic. She was adventurous, she gave just as good as she got.