Beyond Eighteen(46)

“Make…love…to me…now, Max,” she begged in broken words filled with huffs and groans.

I wanted to please her, to make her go ballistic before I made love to her, but she dropped her hands and pushed me back, looking into my eyes. I saw the need rage and flare in hers. It was beyond want or desire; it was visceral, and something fundamentally inherent that she needed from me.

“Takemenow,” she whispered in one extended word as she bent her head back and I watched the muscles in her body react to the level of euphoria she was experiencing.

I nodded as I reached for my nightstand and frantically pulled at the top drawer to rummage for a condom. I grabbed it and struggled to rip it open. Hot and bothered, and unwilling to lose the level of ecstasy, Wilson slid her hands up her body and tangled them in her hair, loosely pulling it on top of her head. Her knees bent and her body swayed and she smiled before she dropped one of her hands to her inner thigh. Shit. Focus, Max. I ripped the wrapper open with my teeth and rolled the condom down over me. Then I reached for her, pulling her against me before shoving her back against the wall, our kiss infectious, our hands uncontrollable. I needed to be inside her. I slid my hands up her thighs as she hitched her legs around my waist. Her hips widened, and as if we were meant to fit together, I slid completely into her. She was warm, tight, and perfect for me. She moaned as I thrust my hips and pulled her down on me. The more she’d moan and arch her back, the faster our rhythm became. The friction, the motion, the cadence of our bodies was seamless. Hold on, Max, hold the fuck on, she’s almost there. Don’t do it…Damn, if she keeps moaning like that I’m going explode.

“Wilson, I can’t hold on much longer. Are you gonna—” I managed.

“Uh-hum,” she breathed as she pulsated around me.

I couldn’t hold on. She started tightening and that was it. I pushed my mouth against hers and thrust into her several more times as we both detonated. I felt her entire body clench and convulse. She pawed at my back and let out a guttural moan, gasping, as she dug her fingernails into my back. The pain stole my breath as it bit at my skin before flooding my body with relief. She was uninhibited and naturally sexy.

With wobbly legs, I carried her over to the bed and we collapsed against each other. Every muscle in my body was shaky, like jolts of electricity that ricocheted down to my toes and up to the curves of my ears. I didn’t want her to get up. I didn’t want to separate from her body. So I lay there with her until our breathing slowed and the air in the room reintroduced its slow, rippling chill across my skin.

“First the bathroom sink, now up against the wall—maybe we should get daring and make the pool table our next destination,” I teased before I leaned in and kissed her smile lightly.

“Yeah, well, if you want the pool table, you’re either gonna have to carry it up here or buy one for your room.”

“Well, I’ll order one today,” I answered before I cleared the slightly damp curl away from her face.

“Wish you could, but we both have a lot to take care of today,” she whispered.

“Yeah, we do,” I murmured back as I held my forehead to hers. Feeling her breath curl and brush across my lips, I closed my eyes and imagined making love to her again.

“We’d better get up. I have to take a shower, get cleaned up. What time is the lawyer supposed to be here again?” she questioned me as she unraveled her arms and legs from my embrace and sat up.

“Ten.” I glanced at the clock. The glowing red numbers told me I had less than twenty-five minutes to get ready and head downstairs. Instantly, the muscles across my shoulders and down through my lower back tightened. I inhaled a huge breath and stretched my arms up under my neck and I lay there watching her twist and move.

“Yeah, well, then we’d better get ready, like right now!” She adjusted and swerved as she looked at the clock.

“Well, we have a couple of minutes…I was thinking—” I reached for her.

“Max, we don’t have time to do that,” she interrupted me, batting my hands away. I was able to catch her wrist and pull her down against my chest. Her face was close to mine, her lips ready to tell me everything I had to do, while her eyes tried to decipher every thought in my head.

“Not that I wouldn’t mind doing that again. But, sweetheart, I was thinking you should really listen to the message you got last night. Find out what’s going on back home.”

Now it was Wilson’s turn to get that gut-wrenching, muscle-tightening angst. I watched her face drop white and her eyes narrow as she bit her bottom lip. I knew she didn’t want to do it; but then again she knew I didn’t want to go down and face my shit, either. She slid off me and stood next to the bed. My eyes slowly dragged up her legs and across entire body, lingering at her breasts then her pouting lips, before locking on her unsettled expression.