Quarter Mile Hearts(23)

As I lie there, still with my eyes closed, all I hear is our breathing, heavy and erratic. At least it’s just not me. Max hasn’t uttered a word and I open first one eye and then the other to peer up at him. He is still kneeling on the bed, staring down at me, desire burning brightly in the depths of his dark eyes. It sends a ripple of pleasure through me. A small sensible part of my brain is telling me not to do this, but I shut it down. All the alcohol that is still swimming around my system has lowered my inhibitions, along with it every barrier I’ve ever put up against Max. All common sense deserts me, and I’m left wanting him.

“Feel better?” he asks, but it comes out gruff. I’d say that he’s feeling it, too. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him as he moves from the end of the bed. I push up to stand in front of him and reach out to lay my hands on his abs, feeling them tense under my touch. My fingers push the material upwards, slowly revealing tanned muscular flesh. Inch by inch, I bunch the t-shirt up his body until finally Max reaches behind him and pulls it off, tossing it to the side.

Wow, just wow. I take a step back at the sight of his naked torso and unashamedly check him out, letting my eyes roam over every glorious muscled inch of him. A sexy smile spreads over his face, and I think I may have spoken out loud.

“You think?” He peers down through hooded lids. Yep, I definitely said that out loud.

“Shut up,” I grumble as he holds his hands up laughing softly. The laughter dies on his lips when I slide my hands up his chest and down his muscular biceps, tracing my fingers over the tattoos that decorate one arm. Over his stomach, my hands travel to the buttons of his jeans and pull them apart to reveal soft gray boxers with Calvin Klein written on the waistband. He stands there, head dipped, watching me as I push the jeans off his lean hips and down his legs. When they reach his ankles, he kicks off his boots and hops around pulling the jeans off his legs.

When he straightens, my fingers resume their exploration, this time making a beeline for the v that is carved into the muscle, running from his hips and disappearing into his boxer briefs. I tug them down, almost to an indecent level, revealing more of the v but stopping short of his dick that is hardening rapidly.

Max’s finger catches under my chin and tips it upwards to meet his dark hooded eyes that have never left me. As my fingers trace the outline of his erection through his boxers, his mouth parts a fraction, but no sound comes out. He swallows thickly and licks his lips before he can get the words out.

“You’re sure you want me to stay?” His body tenses as he waits for my response.

“Stay with me.” The firmness in my voice surprises up both and his shoulders drop as his whole body relaxes. I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking, but I do know that I don’t want him to leave. Before I can think about it too long, my arms wrap around his neck, and I raise my lips toward his. Warm, full lips respond and when his tongue slides along mine, my body curves into his. One hand delves into my hair, while the other holds me at the small of my back, pressing me further into his body.

The hand at my back travels down over my ass to grip the back of my thigh as he hooks it over his hip and does the same with the other one. Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around him. Nibbling on my bottom lip, before he trails kisses down the column of my neck to the curve of my shoulder, sucking on the sensitive skin there. Teeth nip before his hot tongue soothes away the slight sting.

Desire unfurls in my stomach, sending painful pangs of lust shooting through me, and my legs grip him tighter. I am fully aware of his hard dick pressing into me, but it only increases my need for him.

Max walks around to the side of the bed and pulls back the covers, his kisses never faltering. Gently, he lays me on the bed, only breaking our kiss for a moment before covering me with his body.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can’t fight my small smile. My hand skims down his back, feeling the way his muscles shift as he supports the majority of his weight. Moving around his waist, I brush over his sensitive skin so he flinches. My hand squeezes between our bodies, and I run my thumb over his impressive erection, smiling when his breath catches in the back of his throat. His head dips lower as fingers pull away the material of my bra freeing my nipple so his tongue can swirl around it, sending pleasure biting through me. When he draws it into his mouth, I arch further into him with a loud moan.

Dark eyes flick up to meet mine and he hesitates. The lust is still there, smoldering, but instead of carrying on like I so desperately want, he stops, straightens my bra, and rolls to the side. Brushing hair off my face, his hand cups my jaw.