Chapter 21. Crackled

Maverick POV

This man kissed me like he was honored. Lake kissed me like it was the end of the world tomorrow. Then he took his time, with no urgency but passion between us, and he absolutely knew how to make a woman’s ovary beg. He was a damn good kisser.

I’d never kissed many, but his way was definitely memorable.

His hand slipped into my pajama top, dragging his hand all the way to my chest, leaving traces of electrifying sensations in its wake.

I wasn’t wearing anything sexy or cute, and it was intentional. Since our sexual tensions crackled between us, becoming more intense, I tried not to wear something revealing that gave him the idea of seducing him.

I was hoping this night would end without me waking up tomorrow with regrets. Still, the way he looked at me with such intensity of desires in his eyes, like I only existed for him to be fondled, I got the feeling that we both felt the same and maybe whatever was going on between us