Quarter Mile Hearts(45)

My hands move up to bury in his hair and I hold on as he walks us into my room. He flicks on the bedside light and sets me down on the floor. Instead of letting me go, he takes hold of the hem of my dress and pulls it up my body. He sucks in a breath when he pulls it over my head and sees me standing in just my black panties.

With only the glow from the small lamp illuminating the room, it’s hard to work out what’s going on in those dark brown orbs. His hands glide along my collarbone, down my arms, and around my waist to sweep up my back

Hunger flashes in his eyes as he brings his hands up to cup my breasts, and my body melts under his touch. Thumbs run over each nipple, which stand to attention immediately, and a jolt of lust travels down between my legs. My back arches into his touch, wanting more. As he continues his exploration, my fingers hurriedly work the buttons on his shirt and then push it off his shoulders.

Running my hands over his warm, smooth chest, they creep down to his jeans. I pull apart the fastenings and slip my hand inside his boxers and down his rock-hard length and back up. Max lets out a guttural moan and picks me up. The heat from his bare chest seeps into me as I grab hold of him to stop from falling.

“How drunk are you?” he murmurs, nipping at my lower lip. It takes a few tries before I can get the words out but only because he steals my breath away.

“Not so drunk that you’d be taking advantage.”

“I want you to remember every single detail.” His mouth trails down to my neck as he sucks on my sensitive skin.

“I will,” I breathe out. “But you can always remind me in the morning.” I feel him chuckle against my neck.

“I might just do that.”

Crawling up the bed with me in his arms, he lays me down and stands to the side to pull off the last of his clothes. I lean against the headboard and watch as his large erection springs free.

Holy fuck.

Max catches me staring and his mouth slants into his trademark sexy grin.

“Bring back any memories?” He runs his hand over his erection and a burst of desire rushes through me as I meet his eyes.

I screw my face up. “Meh, it looks vaguely familiar.”

His smile drops and eyebrows dip into a scowl. Hmm, now he’s pissed. Max climbs onto the bed and grabs me behind the knees to pull me further down the mattress. Thumbs hook into the side of my panties as he rips them off and parts my legs. A determination is etched on his face and I watch with amusement at how riled he is as he kneels between them. His hands glide up my thighs, gripping them in his strong hands until he reaches my apex.

Fingers run through the strip of hair between my legs, then dip inside of me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. For four years, I have thought about our night together—remembering it in minute detail, dreaming about having his hands on me, and wondering whether I would ever get the chance for him to touch me like this again. After four years, the memory of his hands on my skin has faded. The reality is so much better.

With deliberate slowness, his fingers slide in and out of me, up to my clit and back down, repeating the same torturous pattern again and again.

My breath stutters. “Quit teasing me,” I pant, his touch reducing me to a breathless quivering wreck, in desperate need to feel him inside me.

“Do you remember yet?”

“Uh-uh,” I shake my head, “you’ll need to do better than that.” It would have sounded like more of a challenge if I didn’t have to bite down on my lip to stop my moan of pleasure.

Max flashes me a cocky smile. He removes his fingers altogether and reaches down to pull a foil wrapper from his jeans pocket. I don’t let myself think about why he’s got one on hand. Let’s face it; it was only a matter of time. No woman can resist him. Me included.

Before he can do anything with it, I shuffle onto my knees and pluck it from his grasp. His arms open wide, giving me free rein, and I have to take a minute to stop and stare appreciatively at his lean torso and the V of his hips. The ache in my core increases the longer that I stare at him, and Max is the only one who can do something about it. Times a wastin’ and I drag my gaze away from his gorgeous muscles and rip open the foil wrapper. His eyes smolder as I take his erection in one hand and stroke him. My hand continues to slide up and down his hard dick while he bends his head to my breasts and pulls one nipple and then the other into his mouth and teases them with his wicked tongue. I roll the condom on until it covers him and my hands travel up his body, tipping his chin up to brush my lips over his.

“Ready to refresh my memory?”

With a growl, he grabs me round the waist and lays me down. Covering me with his strong body, hips nestled between my legs and the tip of his dick hovering tantalizingly close to the apex of my thighs.