I tried to playfully bite at his chest.
When he moved back and away from me, he pulled a blanket over my shoulders.
He crouched down and was eye level with me.
“You’re covering me up?” I asked.
“Yes, sweetie,” he whispered.
That’s when the anger hit me.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, Mav, then just leave… I’ll find someone who will fuck me.”
Maverick didn’t leave.
He kept a tight fist around the blanket and kept me covered.
“I’m half naked,” I whispered. “I’m ready to go, Mav. I’m soaking wet for you. And what do you want right now? You want to talk?”
“That’s exactly what I want to do,” he said. “I hate that I couldn’t do a thing on the ice. Watching you get upset like that…”
“I wasn’t upset about a thing.”
“Then why did you leave?”
“I got my period.”
Maverick lifted an eyebrow. “You got your period? But now you’re begging me to fuck you?”
“So? Are you not man enough to handle that?”
“You don’t have your period right now,” Maverick said.
“Oh, really? You’re my vagina? You’re my uterus? That’s wonderful.”
“Damn, sweetie,” Maverick growled. “This is why I don’t do this serious stuff.”
“Serious?” I asked with a laugh. “This is serious? I’m offering you wild sex and nothing more. You keep wanting more.”
“I want to know why your heart is broken, Madison.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I care about you,” Maverick said. “Because the thought of you being hurt or sad over anything makes me want to fix it.”
I grabbed for Maverick’s face and pulled him in for a kiss.
We both wanted the kiss.
I touched Maverick’s hand.
I pulled the blanket down, exposing my chest again.
Then I moved Maverick’s hand to my left breast.
He touched me.
He kneaded my breast.