ALPHA MAVERICK'S POV
'You probably scared her,' Reaper asked me as I licked my bottom lip, remembering the taste of her soft skin which was in my hands just a couple of seconds ago.
I looked at the closed door before a sigh left my mouth.
The dean really found the dumbest time to knock on the door. The manipulation was working just fine. And I was sure if he hadn't knocked, she would've let her kiss her, devour her in that moment.
Everything about her was imperfectly perfect. And the more time I was spending with her, the more addicted I was becoming to her presence.
The way she loses control of her body, moans so sensually because she is trying to control them, glares at me, arches her back, wraps her legs around my torso, just uh...
I would be damned if I said I didn't want to take her then and there.
