I waited a few more seconds.
“Oh, Mav,” I said. “I’m still touching myself. I’m going to make myself come. Doesn’t that make you jealous?”
No response again.
I walked to the shower and turned it off.
Then I crept to the door.
I swallowed hard and slowly began to open it.
Maverick wasn’t in sight.
“That fucker really left,” I whispered as I tore open the door and stepped into my bedroom.
A split second later, hands wrapped around my body and picked me up.
I let out a playful scream and felt Maverick’s rock-hard body against mine.
“I can play this game too, sweetie,” he growled as he walked me to the bed.
“You’re an asshole, Mav!” I cried out.
He tossed me on the bed and I spun around onto my back.
Completely naked.
Just like he was as he approached the bed.
“You weren’t really touching yourself,” he said.
“Want to find out?” I asked.
His hands touched my knees. “I do, sweetie.”
Warm pulses echoed throughout my body.
Maverick parted my legs and dropped to his knees before me.
“Oh, Mav,” I whispered.
“Well, damn, sweetie, you really are wet,” he whispered.
He growled and inched forward.
I grabbed at his hair and waited for his tongue to kiss me.
That first flicker made my back arch high into the air.
He closed his lips against mine and pulled away with a wetsmackingsound.
“Perfect,” he groaned. “I’ve been missing you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I blurted out.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Madison,” he said. “I was talking to your pussy.”
Heat flushed throughout my entire body.