Quarter Mile Hearts(64)

Without warning, Max takes hold of my ass in a firm grip and lifts me off my feet, leaving me to cling to his shoulders before moving my hands to the back of his head to run my fingers through the short hair. With me still in his arms, Max strides through the apartment, and I’m too caught up in his kisses to catch a glimpse of any of it.

Kicking open a door, he drops me onto the bed before straightening to look down at me. Passion burns brightly in his eyes, and at that moment, he looks every bit as dangerous as I’ve always thought he was. The butterflies in my stomach go berserk and flit around, out of control as I lie, unable to do anything other than stare, with my mouth parted. I’m breathing embarrassingly loud as he drags his t-shirt up his body, inch by inch, agonizingly slow. Revealing first the V of his hips that disappear into his jeans, and then every ripple of his stomach muscles, gorgeous, chiseled pecs, until finally, he pulls it over his head and drops it to the side.

Fuck, he could give Magic Mike a run for his money. My mouth dries and I wish I had taken him up on his offer and asked for a soda. The sexy, crooked smile on his face is all things wicked and bad but makes my panties dampen and my stomach clench just looking at him.

Still unable to move from my perfect vantage point, I lie and enjoy the show. The next thing to go is his belt, which he unbuckles and leaves hanging while he pulls apart the buttons on his Levi’s. Black boxer briefs that are Armani, this time. Hmm, I bet his ass looks amazing in those. The jeans are pushed down his tanned muscular thighs and his gaze never strays from mine as he tosses off his boots.

Now in just the Armani boxer briefs, his eyes wander down my body. Even though I’m still fully clothed, I feel my skin heat under his gaze. The bed dips when Max kneels at the foot of it. Reaching out, he pulls off one of my sneakers, followed by the other, and moves on the bed. Stopping at the bottom of my dress, he tugs it up my body and I sit up to let him pull it over my head.

My chest rises and falls sharply and my breath spikes when Max straddles me. Strong thighs press on either side of mine as he rocks back on his heels to study me. Leaning forward slightly, his fingers brush down from my collarbone to the top of my black lace bra. Longing flashes in his eyes as they roam over my chest and my nipples tighten further under his intense scrutiny.

Max’s hand slides around to my back, and with a well-practiced ease that I don’t want to dwell on, he unfastens my bra one-handed. Pulling the straps down, he removes the bra and tosses it to the side. Cool air brushes over my already erect nipples. I eye Max’s sizeable erection that is clearly visible through the material of his boxers and bite my lip.

That seems to be the trigger because Max leans forward, his mouth slants over mine, and our lips mold together, in a perfect fit. Tongues fight with each other as need rages through us. His hands delve into my hair as he kisses me, his chest brushing teasingly against mine, fueling my desire for him. Kisses trail down my neck as he works his way lower and lower until that sinful mouth closes over one nipple and draws his tongue over it. Desire consumes me and I need more of him. All of him. But when I reach down between our bodies to take him in my hand, he captures my wrist. Max has other ideas and moves lower still. When he lets go of my hand, the only thing to grab hold of is his shoulders.

Fingers hook in the side of my panties, and he drags them down my legs until I am naked and exposed. Parting my legs, he moves between them, his shoulders parting them more.

“Max.” My thready moan is nothing but a whisper and sounds like a plea more than anything.

“I told you I want to taste every inch of you.” But it is like he’s talking to himself and hasn’t heard me speak. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my hands fist at my side as I steel myself for that first swipe of his tongue, knowing that I am going to fly off this bed with rapture. If it wasn’t for his forearm resting against my stomach, all black swirls, contrasting with my unblemished skin, I would.

The tip of his tongue brushes over my hypersensitive skin, and I’m taken to another place entirely. My back bows off the bed, and I can barely breathe or focus on anything apart from the glorious sensations that are raging through my body as his tongue works me into a frenzy.

Max barely lets me recover from my intense orgasm before he moves up my body to the sound of the ripping of a foil packet. Looking up, I watch him roll the condom onto his thick erection before he rests one hand at the side of me. With his hand holding the bottom of his dick, he eases into me, inch by inch, before he stills. His forehead creases with effort as he hangs on by a thread. Then he starts to move, and it’s as though my first orgasm never happened. Need for him takes over everything and I watch, fascinated at the way he moves in and out of me, faster and faster. The way his abs tense with each thrust and the look of concentration on his face. But when he meets my eyes, his soften and he leans down to claim my lips, his tongue dipping into my mouth in a deep toe-curling kiss. I grab hold of his tight ass as he pushes me headlong toward my second orgasm. With a roll of his hips, I come undone, his name tumbling from my lips as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. Holding me tight to him, he thrusts once more and bows his head, pressing his lips against my hair to muffle a roar as he comes seconds later.