[Serenity’s POV]
I open my mouth to ask Maverick what it is that he means, but before I can, his mouth is slamming into mine, causing all rationale to go out the fucking window.
Goddess, it’s like heaven erupts within me as his tongue pokes at my lips, urging them to open so that it can meet my own and begin to dance. And his hands that touch me are so fucking rough and gentle at the same time.
No. A small part of me screams, trying to remind me that this wasn’t the time or place. You can’t keep this up.
But I could. In the moment, I found myself wanting this to last forever because it felt like something that I wanted for so long but didn’t even realize it.
Pulling away, Maverick stares at me with dark eyes while his breath comes in deep puffs.
“Do you get it now?” He asks, brushing his fingers along my cheek, running delicious lines of fire along my skin. “Or should I continue showing you?”
“I…” I begin, honestly wanting him to kiss me like that again. “I don’t…”