His gaze turns to one that’s darkly carnal, nearly menacing. He takes me all in, and I do the same in response. He’s already so hard I don’t think his boxer briefs will be able to contain him for long.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks gruffly, reaching out to touch me, running his wide palms over my breasts, and closing them in over my ribcage before gliding down my waist, marveling at me as he goes.
“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely. “Yes. I want you.”
I love you.
I love you.
Oh my god.
He meets my eyes, coming alive, and I’m so afraid that we both found out how I feel at the same time. The realization is like someone has taken a sledgehammer to my chest, freed every winged thing that was held captive inside me.
I love him.
Fuck.
Then he’s kissing me.
Hard.
Overtaking me.
Pushing me backward on the bed until I’m falling onto the covers.
He’s on top of me in a flash, knee between my legs, spreading my thighs, hands taking hold of my wrists, holding them above my head.
I barely have time to breathe before he’s kissing me again. Tongue sinking deep into my mouth, all pretenses and formalities gone. He’s going to consume me, and I’ve been aching to be consumed.
One hand skirts over my breasts, thumb circling my nipple, kneading the skin and his mouth slides along to the corner of my lips, wet, biting, kissing, licking. My chin, my jaw, I’m sampled, tasted, devoured with urgency that glows between us both, a kick start to the heart.
I gasp for air, arching my back, opening my lungs, and yet it’s like I don’t even need to breathe, I have everything I need right here.
He lets go of my wrists, starts moving down the bed, lips trailing along my body, tongue clearing a path. My skin leaps at his touch, feverish and flushed, as he closes his mouth over my nipple, pulling it in, a long, slow suck that makes me moan, the eyes rolling back in my head.
Holy shit.
He’s just getting started and I’m all ready to let go.
He groans against my breast, sending shockwaves through my nervous system, which already feels like it’s about to have a meltdown. Something nuclear.
Then he keeps moving, pressing his hands against my thighs to part them and then close them again.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch, my eyes glued to him as he rests between my hips, coming to his knees as he wraps his long fingers around the hem of my booty shorts and underwear. I lift up my hips to help him and, at that, he looks up at me, meeting my gaze.
Good lord.
I think this man is going to eat me for breakfast.
There’s something feral in his stare, like I’m not the only one who’s been freed from a cage, running loose.
He keeps eye contact as he strips me bare, my underwear caught around one ankle, then slides his palms back up my thighs. Runs them underneath, parting them wider, keeps watching me as he slides a finger down my middle, the sound embarrassingly wet.
The corner of his mouth lifts.
His tongue snakes out through his teeth.
Lowers his head between my legs, placing his mouth right over my clit while his finger trails down, diving inside me.
“Fuck!” I cry out softly, head going back. I clench around his finger as his mouth sucks and licks and makes my thighs tremble from the inside out. My fingers are gripping the sheets and I manage to uncurl them, reaching down for his head. I wrap my fingers around his thick strands and hold tight, knowing I’m about to go off.
Give his hair a tug.
He moans into me, the vibrations ricocheting through my core, then proceeds to eat me out like he’s been starving for me, and that’s when I realize he might be getting as much out of this as I am. Perhaps I’m pure fuel. I won’t stop him from getting his fill.
Except that he’s deeply skilled and my body is a hair trigger. A twist of his tongue and I can’t hold back any longer.
I come hard in his mouth, my hips bucking up against his face, my thighs squeezing his head as he tries to consume every last drop of me, feasting greedily until I’m lying back on the bed. Floating, boneless, nothing but a manic heart trying to escape from my ribs.
I open my eyes and Max appears above me, his shoulders and chest so wide and encompassing they block the view of the ceiling, making me feel like we’re together in an endless plane. The length of him over me, his skin kissing mine, spurs on a new type of hunger, and I press my hands on his back, pulling him down, wanting to feel crushed by the weight of him.
He brushes my hair off my face, his fingers fast and jittery with need and quickly kisses me. He tastes like me, his mouth so wet, so messy, and my hands run down until they meet his bare ass. I dig my nails in, pulling him against me, realizing he got his briefs off at some point.
I slip my hand between us as he continues to suck at my neck, hissing into my ear as I grab hold of his cock, desperately feeling the width and length of him.
I’m in trouble.
After groping him back in the California desert, I had zero doubt he was blessed in this department, especially since he’s such a big beast of a man to begin with, but holy hell, I really don’t think he’s going to fit. I’m fairly tiny. He’s huge with a capital H.
“Ada,” Max moans into my skin. “Easy now. Fuck.”
I grin to myself, gripping him tighter, biting my lip. God, I can’t wait to see him come.
He pulls back, breathing hard, capturing
