Control Me(33)
“How dare you interrupt and drag me away like that! I was in the middle of a conversation. God, you piss me off. Why do you embarrass me like that? It’s almost as if you actually care about me.”
“Oh, babe, I do care about you; more than I should.” I brushed a tendril of her hair behind her ear, letting my finger trace her perfect, beautifully shaped jawline.
Jada’s scent teased me. She was warm and womanly, sweet and fiery. I leaned in closer to her, drawing in a deeper breath. My gaze collided with hers, and I could sense the raw desire between the both of us. I could feel the heat emanating out of her body.
“Fuck this for a joke. I need to touch you, babe.” Before she could answer, I smothered her mouth with a scorching kiss.
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JADA
Finally, he was kissing me. I had craved his touch all week.
With my anger forgotten, I slipped my hands beneath his suit coat and up his muscular back. Oh, how I loved his hard, toned body.
His mouth was so hot on mine that my lips were becoming numb. I felt drunk, almost like being in a trance. His mouth was insistent on mine. Plunging and delving into my mouth, his tongue danced with mine. I was so aroused and I could smell the hint of cologne on his heated skin wafting up from his open-collar shirt.
I felt drugged, totally and utterly drugged by his masculine scent and the sheer power of his body pressed against mine.
Our lips locked; Max’s kisses were always mind-blowing. His tongue was hot velvet and smooth as whiskey as it glided and stroked and teased. He seduced my mouth, and I was beginning to tremble with uncontrollable need with just the power of his avid mouth.
“Sweet Jesus, baby,” he muttered against my lips. “I want you so fucking badly.”
“Max—”
He kissed my chin. “I need to fuck you, Princess. Let’s stop the games and insults and have some raunchy, hot sex. Don’t you think that’s a better way to let out all our frustrations?”
“I agree,” I moaned when his lips slowly feathered down my throat, hitting every sensitive spot with faultless accuracy.
Max sucked the tender slope between my shoulder and collarbone, fanning the damp spots he left behind as his tongue licked to the other side.
My body quivered.
“Do you know what I want to do to you, Princess? I want to hike up your dress and fuck you right now against this wall, like that morning in the pool house. But it will be…raw. Hard. And fast.”
My sex moistened, and I had to clench my thighs together to stop the ache forming between my legs.
Max’s eyes were wild with lust. “Are you understanding what I’m saying, Jada? Tell me I can do every dirty thing to you I’ve ever fantasised about. Say you will let me do it. Say it!”
I was too stunned for words. Oh, God, he fantasised about doing dirty things with me? I wasn’t alone in all this. He had actually thought about me while he was away in Melbourne.
“Since when have you fantasised about me, Max? You’ve always treated me like a pest!”
“Always,” he admitted. His rough whisper launched another blissful shiver through my body. “Ever since you were a teenager, Jada; you were barely fifteen. You were all filled out in all the right places. I wanted you then, and I want you now.”
I blinked at him in shock; there was no way what he was saying was true. I had the impression he hated me. Every time I saw him as a teenager, he treated me like a little kid, not the voluptuous, ‘filled out’ woman he was describing now.
“But you never…”
“Oh, come on, Princess, couldn’t you sense I wanted you? I had to fight my feelings; you were fifteen, for fuck’s sake. No more games. No more denial.” He pressed his pelvis into the cradle of my hips, letting his cock rub my belly button. “Say yes, baby.”
Was I was ever going to be able to say no to him? I was about to combust here. I raked my fingers down his back. “Yes,” I groaned.
His hot, brutal kiss transformed to a sweet and passionate one with unexpected tenderness. “Jada, I—”
The door swung open and Mia stepped in. “Why is it that I’m always looking for the two of you? Honestly, lucky it was me that just caught both of you sucking face and not my mother. She’d have a coronary. I mean, really, I know it’s been almost a week since you’ve seen one another, but if you kept your relationship a secret for so long then I’m thinking a week apart is nothing. Obviously, I was wrong.”
“You have really bad timing, Mia. Did anyone ever tell you that?” Max growled at her. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MAX
As we entered the main room, there were people cheering us on, clinking their champagne glasses and shouting, “Kiss, kiss!” Another person in the crowd yelled out “Speech!” I sensed Jada’s nervousness, and I whispered in her ear, “Let me handle this, Princess. Watch the master do his work. You just relax, babe; I’ve got it all under control.”