Beyond Eighteen(62)

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly dragged my hands through my hair then caressed them down either side of my neck across my breasts before catching the bottom edge of my top. I swayed and pulled it around my waist, dancing just enough before enticing him by exposing my navel.

Max slipped his tongue across his bottom lip, which he then bit. As his jaw clenched I noticed by the pulse in his neck that his heartbeat had sped up. He reached out, trying to catch me at my waist. I swatted his hand away.

“Uh, uh, uhhh, noooo touching,” I scolded him, in a sensual voice.

“Come on, babe, this is torture,” he whined.

“Well, I can see that.” I noticed his body was ready and reacting to my strip tease. I didn’t even have my shirt off yet and he was already breaking our deal trying to touch me.

Max dropped his hand to the front of his pants, adjusting the pressure against his zipper. I tugged off my top and tossed it at him. He caught it then immediately threw it on the floor and pulled off his dark t-shirt. His muscles flexed and moved under his flawless warm skin. A smile crept across his face. The same smile that always clung to my gut and made me tingle at the apex of my legs.

Play hard to get…don’t give in and touch him…don’t touch him…I kept chanting in my head. I looked away, building the strength I needed to keep my distance. I knew the payoff would be worth it. I slipped my hands across my bra, down past my stomach to the waist of my pants. I pushed my fingers in between my skin and the button before skimming my eyes up Max’s perfect body. I lingered at his mouth long enough to evoke the feeling of his lips on me. I met his eyes as they narrowed and cased me. I smiled delicately, knowing the minute I had my pants off he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off me.

“Wiiilsoooon,” Max groaned as he watched me move my hips back and forth while unbuttoning my pants. He started working on the top button of his own waistband. I smiled as my swaying turned into a movement that tugged Max and everything he had toward me. My jeans grazed my thighs as I pushed them down and stepped out of them. Turning my back to Max, I slipped my hands up into my hair and rocked my hips back at him before I felt his hands slip across my ass. He crept them around my hips, resting them between my thighs, and I felt him thrust against my backside.

“So beautiful, Wilson, you drive me crazy. I changed my mind. I don’t need you to dance or tease me any more,” Max whispered as his lips clung to my shoulder blade before tracing up the back of my neck. His weight was heavy across my spine as I bent forward; his body cocooned me perfectly in his embrace. “Show me how much you want me,” Max growled across my ear as his hands slipped behind the front panel of my panties. His fingers coerced me into spreading my legs apart as I pushed my ass back against him. The more he brushed and tapped his fingers against me, the faster my breathing sped. My knees bent and my hips hungered for him. My body was screaming at him to make love to me. Max pushed his other hand down into the cup of my bra, palming my breast. My nipples were rock hard. I was tingling for him to circle his tongue around my breasts. I needed to turn around; I needed his mouth tasting down the front of me. My mind was still swimming in the memory of what it felt like when he made love to me from behind. Rational thoughts existed way beyond my reach as the frantic need for him to fulfill me swallowed every available space in my mind.

“Are you going to make love to me now?” I said, breathy, hoping to provoke him to take me like he did earlier in the bathroom.

“Do you want me to?” he asked as he kissed my spine and unsnapped my bra with one, deft twist of his wrist. With my breasts free, the tingling increased as the desire to have him make love to me swelled exponentially around my body.

His fingers circled and tapped with just enough pressure to keep me on the edge of ecstasy. I tried to answer him, “Yyyeesss.”

“You like that?” Max answered as his fingers moved faster between my legs. All I could do was nod. I didn’t want to climax this way. I didn’t want to reach the top without him. I wanted to feel him. I wanted us to climb there together. But it was too late. He had me riding the wave of euphoria as it became something instinctual, carnal within me. I was about to explode when he stopped, pulled his hand out from my panties, turned me around, and kissed me hard as he shuffled me over to the bed. The back of my legs met the edge of the mattress. His arms that were once wrapped protectively around my back were gone before he pushed me back onto the bed.

“Tell me how bad you want me. Tell me how much you need me,” Max narrowed his emerald eyes. His tousled black hair was a perfect mix with his eyelashes as he blinked.