CHAPTERELEVEN
PILAR
Kissing Maverick was a kind of pleasure that Pilar could never have imagined. It was like lying on the warm sand on the beach with the waves softly lulling her into a stupor while she cooled her tongue on an icy cocktail.
But ten trillion times more exciting.
Without even realizing what she was doing, Pilar had grabbed Maverick’s shoulders and forced him down onto the couch. She leaned over, her hips rising as her shoulders pushed down, like a lioness taking the first bite out of a fresh kill.
Maverick groaned underneath her, and it only inflamed her further. The pulsing in her clit, the aching deep inside, intensified until she was almost blind and deaf to anything else except her lust.
Maverick struggled slightly, and a growl ripped from her throat. She felt her teeth peel back as her hands tightened on his shoulders and pinned him even more firmly to the cushions beneath them. He cried out, a tiny, plaintive sound, and Pilar fell on his mouth, kissing him hard and deep.
Lost somewhere between her lips, Maverick let out a yelp that got caught between their tongues. It was only when she felt his body shudder under her that she realized something was wrong.
She sat up slowly, fighting her lioness the whole time. The urge to take him, devour him, own him, was so strong that she knew she couldn’t fight it much longer.
Then, she saw what she had done to his face.
There was a tiny drop of blood on his top lip. It was small, just a ruby dot against his pale skin. Pilar sat back in a hurry, getting off him and hurling herself off the edge of the couch to break all contact between them. She sat on the floor with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering with fear.
Maverick sat up, looking down at her with concern. She could also see disappointment and confusion lurking in his eyes, and she felt lost, confused, and helpless.
She just didn’t know what to do.
“You didn’t have to stop,” he said, touching his lip. “It doesn’t hurt.”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand. It’s a small bite … for now. Once I get the taste of your blood on my tongue, I won’t be able to control myself. I literally can’t. I could rip you to shreds.”
“I’m sure that’s not as sexy as it sounds,” he muttered.
She shook her head. “No, it’s really not.”
Maverick looked into his lap, opening and closing his hands. Even with a few feet of space between them, his scent was driving her crazy. Pilar’s mouth was watering, and she had to press her lips together to stop herself from baring her teeth.
“Is there anything we can do?” he asked softly. She shook her head.
Words were useless. This was the ultimate torture … being locked up with this man, unable to touch him, and unable to leave. She couldn’t even go out for a run to get rid of the excess energy.
“I … I have an idea,” he said hesitantly. Pilar looked up at him without enthusiasm. Whatever his idea was, she was sure it wouldn’t work.
“Tell me,” she said dully.
“I have some stuff here from the lab. There’s a whole box of strange things, including medical restraints.”
Pilar snorted with laughter. “What the hell would you want that stuff for?”
“Well, we don’t. That’s kind of why it’s here. We actually haven’t needed to strap a patient down.”
“But you want to strap me down,” she said.
He nodded. “Would it work?”
Pilar considered. She was probably strong enough to break medical restraints, but it could help. If she felt the resistance every time she was about to lose control, it might remind her not to claw him to death.
“I don’t know,” she said softly. Pilar desperately wanted to try it, but she would never forgive herself if she hurt him.
Maverick came to the edge of the couch and reached for her. Pilar actually leaned back as if they were too close together, even with a few feet between them.