The tight tank top was wrapped around her firm, round breasts, and now that the jacket was gone, he could see them bouncing with every stride. She turned to look at him, and her electric blue eyes stunned him just as surely as a ten-volt Taser.
“Where am I sleeping?” Pilar snapped.
On top of me.
“Ah, just down here,” he said, pointing down the hall. Pilar went ahead of him, and Maverick followed, trying not to watch her ass and failing miserably.
He stood in the doorway as she tossed her bag onto the bed, and when she turned back around, he cleared his throat, trying to find his brain or, at the very least, his voice.
“Earth to Maverick,” Pilar said, snapping her fingers by his face. He actually jumped, looking at her and immediately getting lost in her blue eyes again. Her wry grin enchanted him. It made him want to see her laugh.
“I’m on Earth,” he said, trying to make a joke.
“Good!” she announced. “Show me around the rest of the place.”
Maverick headed back up the hall, showing her the kitchen, bathroom, and entertaining area. To his surprise, Pilar went along the walls, running her hands into the creases of the corners and joints in the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a bit distracted by watching her hands slowly caressing the very lucky wall.
“Looking for bugs, wires, that kind of thing,” she snapped, not looking at him. Maverick nodded as if he understood completely, even though he didn’t.
He felt challenged and confronted but still extremely interested. He had to back off to get his head together. Otherwise, he was going to say something ridiculous. They could be stuck together for some time, and he didn’t want it to be awkward.
Don’t think about the two of you stuck together!
It was far too late for that. His mind was running down a track covered with slippery, sticky naked bodies. Maverick shook his head and cleared his throat.
Get the fuck out of here, you dweeb, before you completely embarrass yourself in front of this goddess.
“I’ll leave you to it,” he said, relieved that his voice came out smooth and even. Pilar nodded, not bothering to look at him.
Maverick took two steps down the hallway before he remembered he’d been about to order food. His stomach growled at the thought, and he turned back around to see if Pilar wanted anything.
“Hey, sorry,” he said, going back into the room. “Are you hungry? I was going to order some food.”
Pilar stopped her intense examination of the wall. She turned and fixed him with her big blue eyes, making him feel like he was the snack, and she was ravenous.
Eat me. Suck my bones dry.
Fuck!
“I’m starving,” she said, grinning. The sight of her white teeth behind her pink lips only turned him on even more. “What were you going to get?”
“Oh, there’s a barbecue place nearby. They have steak, burgers, and crispy chicken. That kind of thing.”
“That sounds great!” she said enthusiastically. “Definitely get me some of everything. I mean it. You’d be surprised how much shifters can eat, and I’m really hungry.”
“Okay, cool,” Maverick said a little shyly. He was encouraged by her reaction. Finally, she had paused long enough to actually look at him. He grabbed his phone eagerly, ready to order up to impress his new houseguest.
Food must be her Achille’s heel … I guess I’ll just have to feed her all night … with my fingers.
CHAPTERTHREE
PILAR
As Maverick left the room, Pilar breathed a huge sigh of relief. She kept one hand pressed firmly against the wall and wrapped her other arm around her stomach, blinking at the floor and groaning softly.
She needed a minute to get her shit together. Her body was screaming as if alarms were going off underneath every inch of her skin. Her blood was running hot and singing in her throat, her wrists … and deep between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and squeezed her eyes shut.