They settled on a black, see-through number that made Aria’s cheeks burn just looking at herself in the mirror. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. xxx18 He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his breath tickling her skin and sending shivers down her spine. Maverick’s hands slid down to the hem of her dress, inching it higher until his thumbs brushed the lace of her panties. The drive home was a blur as Aria’s mind replayed their encounter in the car. Aria responded with an eagerness that matched his own, her body arching to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slid into her with a gentle ease that spoke of their deep connection. Aria’s eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back, as waves of pleasure
