Unfortunately, before Maxine could respond to the kiss, he pulled away. Though he was still on top of her, he was only staring at her. His grey eyes staring into her, as if digging her soul away from her body. She could feel his gaze burning every fraction of her face.
"Maverick, you know...we are not married ye—"
Before she could respond, he leaned and then dropped a kiss on her lips, this time, it lengthened causing her to feel like she was beneath an ocean, her mind slowly drowning in emptiness, not caring about etiquette anymore.
She felt his hand slowly capture her face and this time, his hand slipped underneath her neck, kissing her deeper, sucking on her lips like there was no other day.
He pulled again.
She became confused. What...what was he doing? Why was he looking at her that way? As if this would be their last intimacy.
