Then his hands cupped under my breasts and his thumbs teased my nipples.
I sucked in a breath and groaned.
“The riskier, the better,” he whispered.
“No, Mav,” I said. “The riskier, the stupider.”
“Then tell me to leave, sweetie.”
I shook my head.
I drove my hips down.
Risky or not…
… Maverick was just too good to not enjoy as much as possible.