Maverick POV

My hand rested on Odessa’s thigh as I drove down the smooth, open road back to Daciana. I could still feel her nerves. Last night was a bust.

I should have been buried deep inside her last night, relishing the feeling of her body pressed against mine and leaving marks all over her body. I might not have marked her last night, but there would have been evidence of a passionate night.

I had to take out my sexual frustrations somehow. Usually, it involved someone getting hurt. The ...