I threaded my hands into his hair, tightening my hold as Maverick deepened the kiss. I was on fire for him. His touch lit my skin like a match, burning hot with desire.

He groaned as his mouth coaxed mine open and thrust his tongue into my mouth like I wanted him to inside of me. I tasted him and held him tighter moving my hands to wrap around his neck to bring him closer. His hands gripped my waist bringing our bodies flush against each other.

Blood thrummed inside me with a new purpose, to join our bodies as one. Only one thing mattered, nothing else.

The urgency in his kiss satisfied my need to feel wanted and desired. With the lovers that had come before only the physical gratification had mattered. This with Maverick was more than that. It was an emotional connection I had never wanted or shared with anyone else.

“Mav,” I whispered against his ear as he hiked me by my waist and I held onto him. His arms around me, held me in place as my legs anchored to me to him.

“You drive me crazy Vic,” he murmured. It sent a shiver of awareness through me. The shortening on the name I used warmed my insides.

I kissed him just below his ear and his hold tightened around me. I loved the power I had over him, even if the thought that he had the same power over me didn’t send me into a blind panic.

For so long I had been outrunning any connection to another person and here I wanted all of him. The one who looked at me like I was his world, the one who was angry that I had put myself in danger and the one would who lay his life down to save me.

I trailed my fingers against the skin of the side of his neck. I could feel the ridge of his want against my body and I continued my discovery of how I could affect him with the smallest of touches.

With a growl I was flat on my back on the bed, Maverick was above me. He kept his body just above mine, like he was fighting an internal struggle. I smiled at the loss of control. I wanted it all, the desire that he couldn’t keep under wraps. I wanted him to set it free so it could sweep both of us away.

“I want you,” I stated, my breathing hurried. Our eyes met.

I reached up to touch his cheek and he closed his eyes. His breathing deep. I brushed my thumb against the skin feeling the heat of his body radiate to warm mine. I lifted myself up to touch my lips against his.

He moved to kneel, like he was taking a moment to regather himself. “I need a moment.”

I moved to kneel in front of him. “I want all of you Maverick. The one who wants to me hard. I won’t break.”

With a determination I slipped from the bed to stand. His eyes followed me. I had his full attention.

I pushed off a strap before I slowly moved to repeat the action with the other one. With his dark gaze on me I pushed the dressed over my hips and it dropped to my feet. I stepped out of it only dressed in my underwear and bra.

With the heat of his gaze I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. It was then he moved off the bed to stand in front of me.

“You can touch me,” I instructed him but he made no move to do so. The peaks of my breasts ached for his touch.

I slipped my underwear off and stood proudly naked in front of me wanting him to close the short distance between us and show me how much he wanted me.

His gaze moved to take in me before I reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it. He stopped me to rip it open. His muscles were taunt and I reached to lightly trace the hard defined stomach with my fingers.

He closed his eyes like he was in a physical pain but I knew he was still trying to keep a tight control. My exploration lowered until my hand went to the button of his trousers. His hand stopped me.

Our eyes held, the battle of our wills ensured.

“Get on the bed,” he instructed and I shivered with anticipation as I followed his command.

I sat down on the edge of the bed as he kicked off his shoes, he undid his trousers and stepped out of them. He removed his underwear. He looked magnificent naked and unashamed.

He drew closer and I stood. He cradled my face and kissed me softly. I groaned reached to hold on his arms. His muscles moved beneath my hold as kiss grew rougher. His tongue parted my lips and tangled with my tongue.

I allowed my hands to reach upward to link around his neck and I moved my body up against his, hoping it would push him over the edge so he would lose control. I wanted him to feel like I was, out of control.

My breasts pressed against his chest and his arms hugged me to him. He broke his kiss and I watched the struggle across his features. I didn’t want him to stop so I placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed him. This time I darted my tongue against the seam of his lips.

The growl he released warmed my insides as he lifted me to place me on the bed. His body covered mine, I moved my hips to his. Yearning for him. My legs held his hips for I feared he would stop again and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Take me Maverick,” I whispered against his ear.

My hands on his back felt the strain of his muscles as he held still.

“I want you so bad,” I said softly, needing him.

He moved to secure my hands above my head with one hand. His free hand moved lower to where I ached for him. One finger trailed against the sensitive slit of my sex. I moved my hips to show him how much I wanted him to continue to touch me. He inserted a finger and I groaned, closing my eyes.

His mouth closed over a sensitive peak. His finger pumped as he suckled and I found myself overloaded with sensations. I gasped feeling the build of an orgasm just before it crashed over me. It smothered me with warmth as it rushed through my body to the tips of my fingers.

I was not satisfied enough but Maverick didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he moved between my thighs and I felt the hardness of him against the most sensitive part of me.

“Maverick,” I moaned and he thrust up inside of me. I clutched his shoulders as I gasped. It felt so good.

His movements hard and swift. My hips met each thrust, needing the release only he could give me.

“It’s so good,” I groaned as I held onto him. His mouth slanted over mine.

Our kisses were deep and hard like our bodies joining together. Sweat beaded his brow.

“More,” I cried, needing him to pushed me over the edge so I could lose myself in my second orgasm.

He drove his body into mine with a fierceness with his hands bruising my hips as he angled them so we could be as close as possible.

Again and again. I whimpered just before I cried out as I came again.

I was so deep in the waves of the sensations running through my body when I felt his mouth against my neck. Teeth grazing against my skin. Then there was a sharp pain, I gasped.

It did nothing to damper the orgasm, it intensified it.

“Oh my God,” I whispered as his tongue swept over the bite easing the pain.

He thrust into me, losing any control he had held. I gasped with each of his strokes into my body. I wrapped my legs around him, his hips slamming into mine.

Then he grunted as he came. I was exhausted, still trying to catch my breath when he slumped over me. His weight crushing me.

The bite throbbed as I tried to catch my breath.