“Dane,” he corrected, stalking toward me, undoing his belt. “You call me Dane.”
The breath left my body, my entire system shutting down at his proximity, at his scent permeating the air around me.
“You have…”
“What?”
I turned him so his back was facing me, and saw it. The slender photo of a pin up girl on his back, over his hip. She wore the same clothes I was wearingthatnight, and her hair was styled as mine was. Her face looked strikingly like mine.
“How long have you had this tattoo?” I asked him, tracing my fingertips over the aged ink.
“Five years,” he grunted, his skin pimpling with goosebumps.
“Dane…”
He turned to face me, his hand cupping the side of my face. “It’s always been fucking you. I’ve been in love with you since those few nights we’d spend talking all night, when you snuck into the clubhouse to rebel against your father. I loved you since the fucking moment I saw you, Tavi.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“You broke me…”
He dropped to his knees, his hands on my hips, looking up at me. “I know…I’m fucked up, babe. I don’t know what to do, butall I know is you make everything in my fucked up life better. You make me want to try. For you. For Van.”
“But…my name…”
I was just coming up with every excuse under the sun because I didn’t want to believe he would choose me. I couldn’t…not after everything.
“Fuck your name,” he said, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, almost like he were holding me in the one spot so I couldn’t flee again. “I don’t care about that shit anymore. Change it, better yet, take mine.”
That’s it.
That’s what stole my breath for a final time, before I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as my vision of Maverick became blurry.
Maverick slowly lifted my shirt, placing soft kisses on my stomach, over my stretchmarks and then over my hips. The zipper of my skirt was pulled down, and then my skirt was liberated from my body. I stepped out of it, allowing him to position me against the wall, his hand moving my thigh over his shoulder, before I felt his hot breath over my panties. I was already wet from his kisses, but now…knowing what I knew…after everything he’d just proclaimed, I was so ready for him.
Should I make him grovel more? Sure…but a girl has needs. I could spend the rest of our lives making him grovel. Oh yes…I liked the sound of that. Maverick on his hands and knees for me, making me come every night of our life together.
Maverick’s mouth moved over my panties-clad pussy, pushing the material in to wrap over my clit, making me writhe even more against his face. His stubble scruffing against the soft skin of my inner thighs, sending sparks throughout my entire body.
My fingers moved to his hair, unleashing his hair tie and running through his strands, pulling his head in more, so his tongue could poke into me. God he was skilled with his mouth. Icould spend eternity against this wall, him taking his time as he brought me to endless orgasms.
Maverick’s fingers slid my panties to the side and his mouth was on me, his tongue diving between my folds and finding my clit with efficiency. I was screaming out his name as he made me come all over his fingers and mouth. He lapped at me until my orgasm died down, before he replaced my panties where they were and sat back, looking up at me.
“Okay,” I said, breathless. “You can go now.”
Maverick stood up, towering over me, his hand on the wall beside me, his lips that smelt of me just inches away. “No fucking chance, princess.”
Maverick
“Dane…”
I felt the growl erupt from my chest at the sound of my name on her lips. I caught them with mine, bruising, consuming. I needed her to see what she did to me. Tavi melted against me, her body molding to mine as if it were always meant to be there. Her edges matched mine like the perfect puzzle piece.
“You’re mine, Tavi. I want you every damn day. I can’t fucking breathe without hearing your voice, seeing your face. I need you like I need air.”
“You hurt me,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. It broke something inside of me. Something I couldn’t name.
“I know,” I replied, leaning my head against hers, needing to touch her somehow. “I’m shit at words, Tavi. I’ll fuck up again, and again, it’s just what I do…but with you, I need to try. I need this. I need you.”