Mr.Right

Maverick wasn't kidding when he said he'd fling me over his shoulders to his room.

I yelp when he hoists me up his shoulder and walk up the stairs to his room, slamming the door shut firmly as I pull his mouth down to mine and ravage it, pouring myself into the kiss, giving him everything I'd had to hold back for the past days. For the entire life I'd been forced to live before meeting him.

Maverick isn't one to let opportunity knock and then leave unannounced. Even as my demanding kiss rocks him back on his heels, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me to his king sized bed. On the way, I outstretch my arms to turn of the lights from the switch on the wall. He chuckles at my consideration but sobers again when he lowers me to the bed.

Resting against his chest, I close my eyes as he slowly undoes the buttons on the back of my nightdress I had changed into after the party. I slide my hand up his chest and tug gently at his shirt. He murmurs a protest so I desist, content that he wants nothing more from me at this moment than to allow him care for me.

When he finishes with the buttons and the gown slips from my shoulders halfway, he kisses me. First my lips, then my cheeks, my ear, my neck...

The heat of his mouth combined with the warmth of the fire in my skin. Languid pleasure steals through me, slowly building on the passion of moments before.

When he strokes my gown down my shoulders, I arch my throat and let my head fall back in complete surrender. All rational thoughts flees at the feel of his warm lips and hands as my first layer gown completely slips away.

All that is left is the way his hands spread out over mine, pressing them to the bed on either side of my head. All I know is the way he never forces, never takes more than what he is given, how he waits for me every time.

He's patient, willing to stretch each moment into forever— coaxing, teasing, never demanding.

cry to the heat welling inside me. Maverick covers my mouth with his, taking my wordless cries, answering them with his hungry

like a hawk. A dark moan rips from his throat at the taste of me, the feel of my nipple hardening in his

moonlight seeping from the curtains to guide seeking hands and lips and tongues. Suddenly, I could not bear to be parted from

shirt over his head, flinging it into the darkest corners of the room. With a strangled groan, he yanks his trousers off and slides down my body, tasting me all over, from my lips to the dips of my navel to the folds of my center and on down, rolling his

forward on his knees, he presses mine apart, coming between them. He dips and circles, tasting and nibbling and gathering my nectar on his tongue. I begin to quiver before him as my thighs tightens in pleasure, he presses them wide again, gently dominating the moment of my

only his hot tongue and warm fingers and the shimmering, aching pleasure that arches my back and makes my breath short. I writhe before him, hearing my own gasping

moment just when I think my pleasure could go no higher, he thrusts a single long finger deep into me. Startled, I reach for him, digging my hands into his thick, soft hair as I throw

sweeping tide of exquisite pleasure that never ceases to amaze me. Tossed high like a bit of driftwood on the wild seas, I fall down, down, swirling, gasping, rolling hopelessly by

his control nears to breaking. He groans as he covers my limp, perspiring body with his hot,

him in. He feels so large and hot in my

doesn't beg, not quite, but power rushes through me nonetheless. I, who so recently had been helpless in his hands now held

lips of me. I hold him there, making him ride my slit, up and down yet entering no further. The wicked pleasure of it, of stimulating myself with his aching flesh almost

release him then, keeping my other hand in his hair and sliding my knees up to his hips. Still, he

nearly splits me in two. The sharp instant pain disappears, leaving me at the mercy of him. He wraps me tightly in his arms and takes me hard, thrusting deep and fast, withdrawing slowly, making me ache, then thrusting again. He wraps one fist in my hair and pulls my

back, clinging my legs as he impales me again and again, gasping, sweating, moaning my name into my

when it comes again, this time as violent as the hurricane sea. His thick member invades me, spreading me, pounding deep until I