Page 111 of Savage Heart

“He’s pretty perfect.”

I glance at the clock on his mantel. He and Otis are probably still on their second movie.

“I should probably get home,” I say.

Maverick buries his head in my hair. “But they’ll be disappointed if you go home before they get through the whole Indiana Jones series.”

“You’re not wrong.” I laugh. “But don’t you know about the whole leave them wanting more theory?”

He frowns. “You’ve got that theory down pat. You’ve been leaving me wanting more since kindergarten.”

My heart rat-a-tat-tats at that sweetness. I put my hand on his cheek, and he leans his forehead against mine. Our lips meet, and our kiss quickly escalates. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer on the couch, our bodies pressing together as his hands roam over my breasts and down to my hips.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispers. “Stay a little longer?”

I nod and let out a surprised laugh when he scoops me up effortlessly. He carries me upstairs, our mouths never breaking apart. His fingers dig into my thighs, possessive and promising more.

He kicks open the bedroom door and heads straight for the bathroom, setting me down gently on the cool tile floor. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire, his cock ready to go again. I take him in, still in disbelief that this is happening.

“Want to take a shower with me and let me lick you clean?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver straight to my core.

“Yes, please.” I move close enough to kiss his back as he turns on the water.

Steam fills the room, and we step under the hot spray together, the water cascading over our bodies like a warm embrace. His hands are everywhere—sliding soap over my skin, tracing the curves of my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. I wash him too, exploring every hard plane of muscle. He’s even more defined than I realize. I can’t believe how good he feels . . . how good he makes me feel.

I gasp when his fingers drop between my legs. He teases me, circling my most sensitive spot until I’m arching against him.

He presses me against the shower wall, the tiles cool against my back contrasting with the heat of his body. His tongue trails down my collarbone, over my nipples, making me moan as he sucks one into his mouth. His fingers work me faster, then slip inside, dipping in and out. His thumb brushes over my clit again and again until I tangle my fingers in his wet hair and pull him closer.

My hips rock to meet his thrusts, and just when I’m on the edge, he drops to his knees. Water pounds on his shoulders, and he looks up at me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth replaces his fingers, licking and sucking with an intensity that has me crying out, my body trembling as waves build and crash over me. I come hard against his tongue, my knees buckling, but he holds me up, lapping every drop until I’m limp.

He stands, grinning wickedly, and gently washes me again before turning off the water. We barely dry off before he carries me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. His body covers mine, skin still damp and warm, and he kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, sliding his hard cock over my entrance.

I groan. I’m already soaked.

He reaches for the nightstand and rolls on a condom, his eyes never leaving mine.

In one fluid movement, he flips me onto my stomach, positioning me so my ass is in the air, exposed and ready for him. He enters me from behind with one deep thrust, filling me completely. He slides out and back in, a little faster each time. His pace becomes relentless, each stroke sending shock waves through me. I fist the sheets and moan into the pillow, the angle making me see stars. He grips my hips, pulling me back to meet him, and the sound of our skin slapping together is primal.

“You feel too good, Iris. So fucking good,” he rasps.

He slows and flips me onto my back. He grabs a pillow and puts it under my hips, tilting me toward him.

“I want to see you,” he says, our eyes locking.

He slides back into me gently now, his movements slow and deliberate and so very deep. It’s almost more than I can take. His hands thread through mine, and he pulls them over my head, his lips meeting mine.

We move together, our rhythm building steadily. He hits that perfect spot inside every time, and I arch into him, taking him as deep as I can. I dig my nails into his back, our breaths mingling in gasps.

This isn’t just sex. This is so much more than that.

I roll my hips, and we both groan, his eyes never leaving mine.

It builds and builds until my whole body feels like it explodes. I clench and gush around him, and his eyes squeeze shut as he comes with me. It feels like it lasts forever. I’ve never felt anything so powerful, and when we finally slow, I feel completely spent.

He buries his face in my neck.