Maverick puts his hands over mine, chest heaving with eyes blown, "listen. If we keep going, I won't be able to stop. You're hurt and I don't want you"
"Maverick, sh. I'm counting on it. Trust me, this will make me feel better."
"I want this. For so long. I never thoughtthat doesn't matter. What matters is here and now. Us."
"You're right. But if you can't handle it, we'll stop."
I laugh. "Is that a challenge?"
His smirk kick starts a flutter in my chest. "Does it need to be?"
The small talk has cleared away a little of the haze in my head, but I'm not about to back down from what is probably the most important challenge of my life, "what if you're the one who can't keep up?"
Maverick swallows and goes to unbutton his pants, but I stop him. "Let me."
"What are you waiting for?" he
