Control Me(7)

I reached for my phone and dialled Zane’s number.

“Zane. Max here.”

“Hey, man, how you doing?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just fine, I’ve got a lot going on, as usual.” I didn’t beat around the bush with Zane. “I need your help. How soon can you get out here to the Barossa?”





CHAPTER FOUR


JADA

I was relaxing by the pool on a comfy lounge chair, soaking up the sun. I had left my iPad in the pool house and I really wanted to get it so I could Facebook Mia and Milan, but I was too comfortable and too lazy to move!

The sun was absolutely glorious. It had been a long time since I had worked on my tan naturally, that is. As a model, I was always sprayed, rubbed and tanned artificially for any photo-shoots, commercials or fashion events; it was so nice to be able to do it the natural way.

I slipped my bikini straps down over my shoulders so I could even out my tan. I reached for the sunscreen but realised I must have left it in the pool house, as well. Honestly, I was such an airhead lately.

“Any chance you’re looking for this?”

Max. I froze as I felt a shadow cast over my body. How did I not hear his footsteps?

“Max¸” I stammered. “I thought you had left ages ago; my father said—”

He cut me off with a curt, “No. I’ve been in your father’s study going over some paperwork. I need to talk to you; it’s extremely important. In fact, it’s vital that we speak now.”

“Oh…Ah…Let me just get changed and we can talk.” I was blubbering and stuttering everywhere; he must think I am a complete dork. God, I felt so embarrassed and to make matters worse, my breasts were almost spilling out of my bikini. My skin was slippery from the sunscreen I had applied a half hour ago, and he wanted to talk. NOW!

“Don’t change on my account, babe; I’m quite enjoying the view.” He grinned at me with a seductive smile.

Yep, okay, my face must have looked like a beetroot; at least I could blame it on the heat of the sun. I quickly pulled up my bikini straps and rose from the chair. I could feel his steely gaze inspecting every inch of my body.

“Like what you see, do you, Max?” I asked, gaining confidence all of a sudden.

“You have no idea, babe; no idea,” Max groaned as if he was in agony. I could see his jaw tense and his shoulders expanded, making his white shirt pull tighter across his broad, muscular chest. Fuck, I just wanted to lick him.

“I will be back in a minute; I really need to change. I will meet you in the study.”

I could still feel his stare as I walked off. Shit, I had to pull myself together, or I was going to crumble at his feet.

***

I was looking at the line of dresses my sister kept in the pool house for emergencies when I heard the sound of the door to the pool house open and close. I turned in shock and saw him standing there, staring at me.

Max Brunetti followed me! Holy shit!

It all happened so fast that I barely had time to register what was happening. He pulled me roughly against his chest, and I felt those strong arms of his wrap around me. The heat from Max’s body was warming my front. The only thing I was focused on was the feel of his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his body pinning me to the door. His body was big, muscular and so strong in comparison to mine.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The same could be said for Max Brunetti. He had the broadest shoulders I’d ever seen or felt, and his chest…Well, his chest was frustratingly indescribable and totally delectable. I constantly fantasised about that chest. Honestly, it had been the ultimate ‘star’ of my dreams in high school. This was it; it was time for all my fantasies to come true.

I was finally being kissed by Max Brunetti. I was in my parents’ pool house kissing him, ripping at his clothes like a crazed sex addict and anticipating having hot, all-consuming sex with him. Oh, my God, I’m going to have sex with my best friend’s brother!

I didn’t give a crap; this was the man I had dreamed of. He had been my all-time schoolgirl crush and all I could think about for years. Not that I’d had that many sexual partners over the last eight years, but I would compare every one of them to Max. He continued to kiss me and trail hot, wet kisses along my jaw and down my throat. I leaned back to give him better access, throwing my head back and moaning softly at the pleasure he was giving me. It felt incredible. For a brief moment, I actually thought I was dreaming; no man had ever made me feel quite like this.

“For years, I have wanted you, Jada. I want you so badly. I’m about to explode. I’m not waiting any longer. You’re so beautiful,” he growled in a dark, husky voice that made my stomach quiver.