Maverick

I could still feel her pressed against my skin even if I wasn’t holding her anymore. I turned to find Odessa staring into nothingness with her hand covering her soft, plump lips.

Just watching her made me hard all over again.

“Good morning, Wildcat.”

She smiled, and her cheeks turned pink.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Guilty.”

I rolled onto my side and stroked her cheek.

“Does anything hurt?” I asked.

She lifted a shoulder. “I’m a little sore.”

We had three ...