Page 41 of The Maverick's Homecoming

“I still love the game,” he said. “And I’m thinking the Titans are going to go far.” They shared a slow smile. And then, he turned to the bed again and pulled back the covers. “Come here, Kenzie Osborne…” He held out his hand. “Prettiest girl at Tenacity High…”

She went into those big arms eagerly. All her doubts and hesitations forgotten, she happily lost herself in another endless, perfect kiss.

When he pulled her down to the white sheets with him, she went eagerly. He took off her bra. She slid off her panties and dropped them over the side of the bed as he shoved down those boxer briefs.

At last it was just the two of them, Finn and Kenzie, after all these years. Naked together without bitterness or pretense.

It was the past and yet so very different. He was still the sweet boy she’d loved so long ago…and more, too. He was stronger. Truer, somehow. More sure of himself and also less arrogant.

And so careful, to be gentle with her. To take his time. To look in her eyes and say her name… “Kenzie…”

She whispered his right back to him. “Finn…”

His mouth covered hers. She opened to him eagerly.

Not too much later, on a soft moan of pleasure, she asked, “Who knew this would ever happen?”

“Not me,” he said, his voice low and gruff as he buried his head between her open thighs. He looked up. “But I dreamed of it. More than once, too.” And he kissed her there again.

She pulled his hair and cried out at the sheer wonder of it. All these years and here they were again.

Kenzie and Finn. Older and wiser.

Holding each other close on a Saturday night.

No, it wasn’t love and they both knew it. It was just for now, and that was perfect.

He took a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it down over himself. When he looked up and saw her watching him, he winked at her. She giggled like she used to do when they were kids.

And then, he settled back against the pillows and reached for her again. Lifting her with his big hands, he guided her to straddle him. She did so eagerly, going up to her knees above him. Slowly, she claimed him, her eyes locked with his as he filled her.

It was so good, just right. She let her head fall back and her eyes drift closed as she rocked above him. Her long hair trailed down her back, tickling a little, brushing his hands where they clasped her waist.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against her parted lips when she bent down to claim him with a kiss.

The rhythm picked up. Her body felt supersensitive, acutely alive. She never wanted it to end.

He said her name again, his tone sweet and low. Then he muttered on a growl, “I am one lucky man.”

She laughed at that, a laugh that soon became a moan of pleasure as she curved her body over him. Now, her hair fell like a curtain around them. He reached up under the long strands and caught her face between his hands. “So beautiful… So right…”

Their lips met again. She opened for him on a low, hungry groan. He gave her a long, deep kiss as he carefully guided her down to the bed again, turning them both so they were on their sides facing each other. His big palm skated over her right breast. She moaned at the sweet pressure.

His fingers strayed downward over the bulge of her belly. For a moment, she thought of her baby, sleeping there, of Finn’s big hand brushing close to the life growing within her.

His touch was soothing. And warm. She sighed at the comforting feel of it.

He laid his palm on the swell of her hip. And then, clasping her thigh, he guided her to wrap her right leg around him. She took it from there, pressing her hips tightly against him, feeling him slide deeper inside.

They both groaned at that.

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes and to give him a slow, knowing smile.

“Come back here,” he commanded, his voice gruff with need as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and took her mouth again. This time, his kiss was hard and deep.

By then, her body was on fire, burning up with light and heat. She hovered on the edge of completion.

He put his mouth to her ear, caught her earlobe gently between his teeth and worried it. She cried out, a lost, ecstatic sound. He gave her earlobe another quick nip. And then he claimed her lips again.