I can still feel his lips on mine, still feel his hands all over my body. His heat is still addicting, and his touch... how do I put it? His touch is unlike other guys who have touched me. Theirs is full of lust but Maverick's felt so genuine.
The feel of his tongue against my skin still lingers in my memory. And his firm and hard body that was pressed against mine seconds ago sent all the doubts and fears in my mind away. It chased the remaining inhibition I'm having the moment I saw his eyes staring hard at me.
I hugged myself under the covers and shivered. I felt cold for no reason. I remembered how it felt like to be inside his arms, how his heat felt so comfortable and safe.
The way he held me felt so possessive. As if he doesn't want me to be free from him. It's like he's afraid
