Tall, big, his eyes blanketing me.
Wearing his athletic goalie clothing or whatever it was.
Clothes that were a little tight.
A little tight around some very big things.
Without saying a word, he stepped into my apartment.
Of course I backed up and let him in.
This was the best-case scenario for me right now.
Maverick.
He could make everything go away.
I reached for his tight shirt and pulled at him.
He touched my shoulders and walked me back a few steps.
“Sweetie, listen…”
I shook my head.
I jumped to my toes and demanded a kiss from him.
My free hand grabbed for the back of his neck.
My nails sunk into his skin.
I pulled at his neck and jumped up, leaving him with no choice but to catch me.
Maverick did catch me.
He’d never let me fall.
That I could trust in.
I could also trust in the way his kiss made me feel.
My lips touched his. My tongue moved across his lips.
He quickly opened his mouth and took control of the kiss.
I groaned into his mouth and felt my hips thrusting against his big, strong body.
That’s when his hands grabbed my hips and he drove me away.
He broke the kiss.
I was no longer against his body.
“Madison,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I said. “We can do this another way then.”
I smacked his wrists and he took his hands off my hips.