Maverick (The Family Simon 3)

She cried out again, her back arched, her body gyrating crazily, and when her walls gripped him hard, he let go and came harder than he’d ever done before. He thrust over and over again as he milked his release for all he could.

When he thought his legs were going to give out, Maverick withdrew and collapsed onto the bed beside her, drawing her against him because he needed to feel her. Needed to hear her. Christ, he just needed to hold her.

“That was…” She said softly.

He dropped a kiss onto her forehead, his heart still pounding fast and furious.

“Damn,” was all he said. “I know.”

And it was enough.

Chapter Sixteen

Charlie was in heaven. There could be no other explanation. She was warm, content, and snuggled up against a man who’d given her a night she would never forget. Long after Rick left to go back to wherever it was he’d come from—California, apparently?

??she would remember last night.

Always.

She thought their first night of sex had been amazing but last night was different. Last night she’d connected with him on a level that she hadn’t thought possible. Seriously. She’d known what he was going to do before he did it and his anticipation of what she wanted—of how far she was willing to go—was scary. It was scary and wonderful and hot, and well, scary.

“You feel good first thing in the morning,” Rick murmured, his voice full of sleep and close to her ear.

“So do you.” Charlie reached up so that she could drop a kiss onto the corner of his mouth.

“Give me a moment babe, cause I’m not sure I can handle you right now.”

“Only a moment?” she teased.

“Maybe two,” he murmured against her mouth.

Charlie laughed. “I’ll let you off the hook for now, but only because I’m hungry and if I don’t eat something soon I’ll turn into the biggest grouch ever.”

“Guess we worked up quite the appetite.”

“We did.”

“I’m hungry too,” he said, voice low and filled with that certain tone she’d come to love. It meant that he was hungry for something, but it wasn’t food.

Charlie squirmed out of his arms, laughing and slapping at his hands as he tried to grab her.

“I’ll be back in five minutes.”

She stood back, admiring the view as Rick rolled over onto his stomach leaving his delectable ass bared for her to ogle. He peeked up at her and growled.

“Five minutes is all I’m giving you woman.”

“Five minutes is all I need.” She slapped his butt and barely avoided the arm that snaked out toward her. With a giggle, she grabbed her robe from her bedpost and ran from her room. She stopped to peek in on Connor, but her brother was still fast asleep. She figured they had about an hour or so before he’d stir.

With light feet she took to the stairs, humming a tune as she entered the kitchen and flipped on the light. She pressed START on the coffee machine and then retrieved a fruit tray that she’d picked up the day before. She arranged it on her own platter, before placing it on a serving tray. No sense in letting Rick know she was pretty hopeless in the kitchen and would rather take apart a carburetor than cut up fruit in pretty designs.

She leaned against the table, wincing slightly and twisting her body because some of her muscles were sore. She grinned. Actually a lot of them were. Jesus, Rick had bent her in more ways than she’d thought possible and she only hoped he was feeling the strain this morning.

She popped a grape into her mouth and grabbed some croissants from the cupboard, throwing them onto the tray as well as the cream and sugar and two coffee mugs. Once the pot was done she grabbed it and balanced the tray with her free hand before heading back upstairs.

When she entered her room, Rick was sitting, chest bare and covers dangerously low as he leaned back against the headboard. His hair was horribly mussed, but damn, it was a sexy look on him.

She set the tray onto the table beside her bed and put the pot of coffee next to it.