Ella’s eyelids were heavy, her breathing labored, and there was no denying she’d sunk deep into the fantasy.
“Please,” she gasped again. “I’ll give you anything, do anything. Just don’t hurt me.” As she spoke, her eyes opened, her gaze locked on his.
“Careful what you offer, Firefly,” he warned.
Ella’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Because ‘anything’ opens the door to a lot of options.”
Her lashes fluttered at his taunt before she regained control. “Anything,” she repeated, the word a mere whisper.
At that, Maverick was lost. He rose from the bed, ripping off his jeans and shoes. He didn’t even bother pulling off his T-shirt. There wasn’t time.
He quickly donned a condom before crawling over her once more. He pushed her thighs apart and slammed into the hilt with one hard, forceful thrust.
Ella gasped, but the way her pussy clenched around him told Maverick all he needed to know. This wasn’t going to take long.
He didn’t pause to give her a chance to adjust. Instead, he pounded into her like it was his last day on Earth. He’d never felt such urgency with her, such desperation, but some naggingvoice in the back of his head kept urging him on, telling him he had to make this count.
Ella came within a dozen thrusts, but Maverick didn’t give way. Thrusting and thrusting until sweat began to roll down his back, causing his shirt to stick to his skin.
Ella’s back arched and she screamed as she came a second time. Maverick wanted to hold on, wanted more, but she was a temptress, his kryptonite, his everything.
His balls constricted and he fell with her, coming so hard he saw stars. For a moment, he feared he might even black out.
Maybe he did.
Because when his wits returned, he found himself lying on the bed next to her, panting like a horse who’d just run the Kentucky Derby.
Ella remained on her back, her eyes closed, her hands still wrapped up in the scarves, even though she could have pulled them free.
“Ella,” he said, clearing his throat, which was hoarse from his cries of pleasure.
She turned to face him, and he smiled. Because he’d never seen a joy so pure, so radiant.
“You’re okay?” he asked, even though he could see she was.
“Never better,” she said softly, her voice rough as well.
“I love you.” Maverick had said those three little words to her so many times, he’d lost count.
But it didn’t matter, because they still got the desired results.
Ella’s smile grew until it was nearly too big for her face. “I love you too, Maverick. That was…” She sighed. “That was everything.”
He reached up, untying the knots even though it wasn’t necessary. Tugging her arms down, he gently massaged her shoulders. “It really was.”
“Can we do it again tomorrow?”
Maverick laughed loudly, unable to contain it.
Because that joy he’d seen on her face.
It was contagious.
For too many years,that memory had been rewritten in his mind, redrawn by the words of her letter. But now, it played through crystal clear—and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Ella had been all in, just as enthralled by the experience as he was.
So…why the fuck did she write that letter?