She nodded.
“And I’m okay? I’m not dying?”
She nodded again.
Maverick smiled. “Then we’re good.”
“If I had been watching your … actually doing my job like I was supposed to … you would’ve never gotten poisoned in the first place, Maverick.”
“Shhh.” He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s okay. Stop beating yourself up about it.”
“But …”
He pulled her down and gave her a chaste kiss. “I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”
Something in him stirred. A hunger that felt almost insatiable as soon as he’d pressed his lips against hers. He tried pushing it down and ignoring it, wanting to focus on the woman in front of him who was clearly feeling guilty for things she had no control over.
“Pilar, I’m okay. I’m not mad.”
“Really?”
He laughed again, nodding. “Not at all. In fact,” he couldn’t help but kiss her again, “you smell amazing.”
She snorted at him. “Of course, you’d say something like that …”
“What?” He pressed their mouths together again, sucking on her bottom lip before letting it go. “You do.”
“All you males are the same. Insatiable. I hope you know that.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
Running a hand down her body, he grabbed her leg and pulled her over his hips with a surprising amount of ease. Pilar grunted softly but didn’t pull away from him, letting him pull her up just enough so that she straddled him fully.
Maverick pulled her down into a hungry kiss, not able to stop himself from kissing her deeply. She moaned softly against his lips, only encouraging him. He felt himself grow hard against her and grabbed her thigh to squeeze it in response.
Insatiable, was that the word she used? It was incredibly accurate. It felt like he couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how much he tasted and touched. He needed her with a kind of desperation he didn’t think possible.
Pilar slipped his tongue out of her mouth and sat up slowly, parting from him. She placed her hands on his pecs and rolled her hips into his, creating that delicious friction they both craved.
Together, they moaned.
“Fuck,” he mumbled and grabbed at both of her hips, digging his fingers in to keep her moving on him.
She breathed heavily above him, her mouth falling open as another moan escaped those wonderfully plush lips.
“Maverick,” she spoke between gasps of air. “I need you.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
PILAR
Pilar couldn’t help but feel relief when Maverick’s body reacted accordingly to having his mate near him, his instincts kicking in as soon as he’d kissed her.
She’d been serious when she’d told him all males like him were the same. Dominant, possessive, wanting to be inside of their mate twenty-four seven. Looking back on it, she’d felt a sort of incredulous pity for the shifter females that had told her about what happened after finding their mates.
It’s always seemed like they never got anything done while being around each other. Constantly wanting to be near the other while also not being able to keep their hands off of one another.
It sounded exhausting.