“Open your eyes,” Max said standing above me. I did. Slowly my eyes made their way up his body. From his thighs, across his desire for me, up his happy trail past his navel, across his six-pack to his broad chest. I licked his lips with my sight, caressed his nose with my vision, until finally I reached his gorgeous green eyes. I wanted him to recognize how deeply I was in love with him. He collected my foot in his hands, and as if we were starting again from the beginning, he dragged his nose across my arch, inhaling slowly across the inside of my ankle up to my knee, and pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh before he looked up at me.
“I want you to watch me kiss your entire, beautiful body inch by inch.”
My body was vibrating at such a level, I thought I was going to combust before he even got a chance to press his tongue to any part of my skin.
“Max, I don’t think I can last that long.”
Max looked down my leg. He noticed I was shaking as he dragged his fingertips down past my hip.
“You cold?” he asked as a sexy, lustful smile crept across his face. “Or is this your body begging for me?”
His words gave me goose bumps just as much as his fingers did. I couldn’t take it any longer. I didn’t want any more space to occupy the gap between us. I pushed up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Nothing could stop me from bringing him down on top of me. It was like a thousand captured butterflies busted free from the recesses of my body and snatched at any nectar they could find. Max fell heavy against me, smiling as he slipped his arms around my shoulders and his hands found either side of my face. Gently, he cleared the wisps of hair off of my cheeks.
“I want you now,” I whispered.
He looked at me as if I was the most important person in the world to him. He slid the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving a trace of his flavor for me to taste. I pushed up to his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip until I caught it between my teeth. He pushed down against me, giving me what forever feels like with him. Our tongues tangled, mingling with every intention that would eventually sail deliciously across each other’s flesh.
With his body steady against me, hovering for a moment before he pushed inside, his mouth tracked across my cheek to my ear.
“Want me to push? God, I need to push,” Max growled.
“Yes, I need you to push…hard,” I whispered as I let my knees drop to the sides. I felt every muscle between my legs reach for him as he slowly pushed in and pulled back. It was as if he wanted this time to last longer than any other we had before. No, he didn’t take me forcefully; he gave me a slow, building wave of give and take until I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting against him and rolling my hips. He grew in rhythm with me, catching my legs and pulling them up across his shoulders until, finally, he reached that spot within me that sent me places I didn’t know existed. He owned every sacred area in my body. He growled and huffed; I panted and gasped in response. Then his jaw tightened, his lips pulled across his teeth, and his eyes narrowed as his sharp, edgy black hair fell across his eyes. His hips quickened and that was it. We exploded together as our love went from something we thought we wanted to something we discovered we needed.
Exhausted, he fell against me. Damp chills shot through my body as I lay there plastered with every emotion, from elation to pain. Elation from our love making; pain with the thought of having to spend three days away from him. I was flying back to California the next morning. But I didn’t want to be away from him ever again.
Chapter Twenty-four
~ Max ~
I was spent. Wilson was so hot, and I wanted her so badly she never even had the opportunity to put on that little see-through black top and g-string. She evoked in me something that made me go at her with everything I had. I didn’t want to take her like I had done earlier in the downstairs bathroom. But God knows, I really could have. I wanted to make love to her so hard it would make her cry out my name. But I knew I had to be slow with her, so she’d react and give back exactly what we both needed. I needed her to know she’s the only one I want to be with; that whether we are separated for one day or one year, she is it for me. There is nobody else who makes me feel as complete as she does. It’s as if, when I’m with her, nothing else matters.
I felt her take a deep breath under my weight. I didn’t want to get off of her. I wanted to lie against her all night, feeling the warmth in her skin and the beat of her heart in rhythm with mine. As I shifted to slide off of her, she moaned and wrapped her hands across my back, digging her fingernails into my flesh.
“Wait, I like feeling you against me. Don’t move just yet,” Wilson sighed under a struggling breath. I froze obediently. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her hip bones locked with mine. I felt her stomach rise and fall against me.