Control Me(18)

In turn, I touched him back. God, it felt good to feel those hard muscles under my hands. He felt so strong, so wide and hard. I allowed my hands to explore his entire chest, running my fingers down his torso toward his taut abdomen. I could feel his hard-on poking into me through his jeans. Wow, it was such a thrill to know I could have that effect on him so quickly.

Suddenly, he abruptly pulled away from our heated kiss, looking at me with those piercing dark brown eyes of his. “You’re not pushing me away.” He sounded shocked and confused.

I laughed and shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Well, that’s a big change from last night. Why?”

Because I want to fuck you senseless, is what I wanted to say. Of course, I didn’t. I had no idea how to answer him, so I just shrugged, but Max kept pushing and questioned me again.

“What changed your mind, Princess?

“Like I said before, we are engaged. We are attracted to one another, so I may as well enjoy it.”

“Well, thank fuck for that!” Max took my hand and put it on his growing erection. “Do you realise I haven’t had sex with anyone since that morning in the pool house. I don’t want to have sex with anyone else; I only want you, Jada. That is not what I do. I only ever fuck a woman once, but you…You, babe are the exception. Every time I’m with you, Princess, I’m ready to explode. You are lucky we are in a car in broad daylight because if I had you inside the house right now, I’d be lifting that scrap of a dress, bending you over the dining table and fucking you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to even walk out to the car.”

My breath caught in my throat. All I could visualise was him doing just that, fucking me on my parents’ dining table and I wanted it, badly. I had to have him, and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me again. I looked at my hand on the crotch of his jeans, and he was filling out those denims just fine. I rested my hand on his growing erection, rubbing erotically over the length of his cock, and he groaned. He brought his mouth back down over mine, and his hand moved from my arm to my breast as he began kneading it and tugging on my nipple. God, I was on fire. Luckily, this car was a convertible because if it had a roof, the windows would have steamed up by now.

His touch sent a flame of sizzling heat throughout my body that erupted between my thighs. “Max,” I breathed incoherently.

“Fuck, baby, I want you so much.” Max continued to kiss me, but this time, he was devouring my lips and jaw and nibbling my neck. My neck was an erogenous zone for me, and he knew the exact spot to nibble on. Just as I thought I was going to come in my seat, he stopped.

“Christ, we’re doing it again. In a car, only out in the open this time. See what you do to me, Princess? You make me so horny like a fucking randy, groping teenager.” He turned to me with a breathless smile. “We’ll finish this later. I promise you that, babe.”

A smile formed on my face as he sped off. I hadn’t smiled like this in a long time.





CHAPTER TEN


MAX

“Now, let’s go through this one more time. We stick to the basics about our engagement, okay? We ran into each other, we talked, one thing led to another and…blah blah blah, instant love.”

“No, Max. Your sister and mine are not going to buy that story. Mia spent a lot of time with me in Sydney, especially during my reha…I mean my rehearsals,” she stammered licking her lips.

I had no idea why she was so nervous. We had gone over the story at least three times on the short drive over to the Brunetti Estate, so I reassured her again.

“Babe, you could not have spent every waking moment with my sister. Did she come to all your rehearsals, all your shows? Come on, there had to be a few nights, at least, that the two of you weren’t attached at the hip!”

“Well…I suppose you’re right. I could say that some of the nights I was meant to have rehearsal or go to the gym I had those secret dinner dates with you.” Her eyes sparkled at the realisation that a little white lie isn’t that hard to pull off.

“Correct. Now, are you ready?” I asked as we pulled up to the wrought iron, electric gates.

“No. I’m not ready, Max. I don’t even have an engagement ring. If you were planning to ask me to marry you from a few months ago and I walk in there with no ring, there is no way they are going to believe us, is there?”

“For crying out loud, stop rambling, woman. I got you a ring, okay!” I fumbled in the glove compartment and pulled out a Tiffany jewellery box. “I was going to give it to you in front of them but seeing as you are so flustered by it all, you can have it now. Maybe I should have given it to you before if I’d known you were going to go nuts on me. Give me your hand, Jada¸” I demanded.