Rick followed her into her house and kicked off his boots before taking her lead and heading upstairs. He reached a large landing with four doors and Charlie headed to the last one on the right. He held Connor close, waiting for her to pull back the kid’s covers—Ninja Turtles no less—and then gently laid him down on the bed. They worked together to get Connor’s coat and boots off, and with a soft sigh, the little guy turned onto his side, eyes fluttering a bit, though they didn’t open.
“Goodnight, little man,” Charlie said and kissed his brow.
They left together and she closed the door behind her, taking a few steps before pausing. “He’s out. He won’t hear us, I mean…we can…”
For all of two seconds he stared down into her eyes and when she looked downward, there at his bulging crotch and smiled, he nearly exploded in his jeans.
“Bedroom,” he said gruffly.
She turned without another word and headed across the hall and yanked on the doorknob. It wouldn’t give—she jiggled it and swore.
“Let me.” Maverick reached around her and with one deft movement, turned the knob and pushed her bedroom door open. He followed her inside, not seeing anything but the woman in front of him. He didn’t notice the pink and white furniture or the frilly curtains on the wall. He didn’t see the hope chest at the foot of her bed, the artwork on the wall, or the shelves with model cars.
He walked by a pile of clothes tossed onto a chair, his hands already reaching into his back pocket for his wallet and his condom supply. He was prepared this time and so damn ready for her.
“I’m going to apologize now,” he said hoarsely. “Because this is going to be fast and hard.” He yanked his zipper down and freed his aching cock. He made quick work of the condom and reached for her, his hands greedy, his body tight and hot.
He swept a kiss across her heated brow, his need for her so great that he had to take a moment to get his shit together.
Maverick rested his forehead against hers, struggling for some kind of control. “Do you like it fast and hard, Charlie?”
She didn’t answer at first and he pulled away so that he could see her face. Her mouth was parted, her eyes feverish, and her nipples were hard beneath the cotton shirt that she wore.
“I think fast and hard would be good right about now.”
“That’s my girl,” Maverick growled, dropping a hungry kiss onto her mouth. He tore his lips away and turned her around, so that she faced the bed. “Bend over.”
Charlie undid her fly and bent over the edge of the mattress, while he pulled her jeans down until they gathered at her knees. She spread her legs as far as she could and arched her back in such a provocative manner that he inhaled a deep breath, fighting for control.
Screw this. He wanted all access. Maverick yanked her jeans down all the way and she kicked them off while he did the same to his. She inched forward onto all fours, climbing onto the bed so that her ass was right where it should be.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t need to. She was shiny and wet and he could smell her. “You’re so goddamn hot,” he whispered.
Maverick thrust into Charlie with one swift movement, his hands pressing into the small of her back as she arched her butt back at him. She was so tight and wet and for one scary moment, Maverick thought he was going to blow his load right then. But he managed to gain some control and thrust into her aggressively.
“You like that?” he asked, roughly.
“God, yes,” she whimpered.
He thrust deeper, groaning as she took every inch of him. His body was hot with lust as he rubbed her ass and spread her cheeks. A wicked grin spread across his face as he continued to thrust into her—harder and faster—and his fingers began to knead the soft rounded skin.
He glanced up and caught sight of her watching them fuck in the mirror on the wall. It was an image he’d take to the grave. Charlie half dressed, with her hair falling in shiny waves around her face, her mouth open, her body trembling from the pleasure he was giving her.
Their eyes caught and held. Maverick’s fingers inched toward her other opening and she bit her lip, though she didn’t look away. He massaged the entire area, watching her face—the desire and need in her eyes. She arched her back even more and when he slid a finger inside that tight hole, she made a noise, one that was enough to drive him over the edge.
“Do you like that?” he asked, slowly moving his finger inside her, while his tempo increased and his thrusts became faster. “I can stop if you want me to.” He barely managed to get the words out.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice ending on a groan as he massaged the puckered opening with his thumb while his finger probed deeper. He continued to torture her with his hands and fingers, with his hard, pounding cock. He’d never felt so attune to a woman before and when she tightened around him he bent over her, angling himself just so.
“Oh my god, Maverick,” she cried. “Right there.”
“Are you coming for me?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to come hard for me.” The muscles in his neck tightened and he knew he was right there with her. As that exquisite pressure continued to build his thighs slapped against her ass. He drove his finger into her once more, rotating, massaging slowly while his cock pounded hard and fast.
“That feels,” she managed to say. “I can’t…I’ve never…”