Chapter 15

Heidi turned her head, her heart full of indescribable bitterness. "Maverick, get off me!" She began to struggle by elbowing and kicking at Maverick. He grunted in response, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he cupped her face and kissed her fiercely. Heidi's resistance seemed insignificant against his forceful advances. Between gasps, she growled, "You're such a bastard." Her body's memory was far truer than her mind. The passion Maverick had cultivated in her over two years now yearned for a kiss from him—stronger and more unrelenting. Maverick mumbled against her lips, "Heidi, do you smell anyone else on me?" He knew how much it bothered her. As expected, Heidi stopped fighting against him. Maverick lowered his gaze, looking at her red eyes. She appeared so soft and pitiful, as if she had been bullied. His heart gave way, and he lowered his head to press a soft kiss to the wet corner of her eye. "Are you crying?" Only then did she realize her tears were flowing freely.