I glanced down and saw that I was fully clothed. Thank God! Without looking to see who was lying next to me—because I was deathly afraid to—I pushed whomever was beside me and jumped off the bed. It happened quickly, but my reflexes were a bit slow. When he grabbed me, I screamed bloody murder...so loud that Nicole and Kate barged through the door.
“Jenna, it’s me, Max,” he said, covering my mouth. We were both seated upright.
“Max?” I turned, my breath heaving and still scared out of my mind. “What are you doing here?” My eyes were pooled with frightened tears as I looked at Nicole and Kate. They both had their hands on their chests, right above their heart, gaping from Max to me.
“Max?” Nicole looked confused.
“Max?” Kate repeated, seeming just as flabbergasted.
“Sorry. Everything is fine. I scared Jenna. I won’t be staying. I didn’t come to crash the party,” Max rambled until Nicole and Kate left the room with smiles.
Max held me tightly, caressing my hair and face. “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I wanted to surprise you.” Max’s chest vibrated against mine when I heard him release a small chuckle.
“You think this is funny.” I pulled away, and tried to hide a smile. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing CPR on you. It will be my pleasure.”
I lightly socked him. “I bet you wouldn’t mind. Where’s Becky?”
Max bit his bottom lip with a smirk, giving me a mischievous grin. He wouldn’t answer until I narrowed my eyes at him. “Next door.”
“Next door?” My pitch reached its limit. “You were planning to come here all this time and you didn’t tell me?”
Max didn’t answer. Instead, he dove in for a long, lingering, ‘pulling out my bottom lip with his teeth’ kind of kiss. “Jenna, I missed you.”
Shoot! He started to sing. I couldn’t help myself as I stared at him with doting eyes. My heart levitated and I was completely swooned by his voice. The way he sang and nibbled my neck, I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him. I had completely become an idiot.
“Max,” I called softly.
“Yes, babe? Don’t talk, just enjoy.” He kissed me tenderly on that perfect spot on my shoulder, producing pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Let me enjoy. I’ll be leaving after I have my Jenna breakfast.”
Max’s tongue was practically bathing my neck and down to the base of my breast. How my buttons got undone, I had no clue. I had on a long pair of cotton PJs from Victoria’s Secret. At times, I had no idea how he managed to undress me...seduce me with his eyes, his touch, and his words. Max was simply that good.
“I—” Only that one word escaped my mouth. The next thing I knew, Max hovered over me. The blankets were pushed aside and he was shirtless. Well, that did it. I couldn’t fight it even though I had to talk to him about something important that was going to change our lives forever. I just didn’t know how.
Max’s body was warming me up, producing sensual heat all over my flesh. His kisses were soft and tender, savoring every inch of my exposed breasts. His feather-light strokes and touches were driving me insane. At the same time, his hands explored my body while he continued to undress the both of us. When Max headed lower, my muscles went completely limp. I utterly lost it when he spread my legs and placed his tongue on my clit.
Arching my back, I moaned in pleasure and let him seduce me. Max licked, sucked, and stroked my clit until I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled him up, wanting to kiss him, but instead; he turned my neck to the side and whispered, “Do you like your surprise, Jenna?”
“Yes,” I breathed. The words barely left my mouth.
“Would you like me to continue?”
However, Max didn’t let me answer. His lips were hungrily on mine. Our tongues were dancing and tasting until Max reached in deeper. He had taken control. His kiss was fierce—intense, as if we hadn’t seen each other for weeks—but I didn’t mind. Max wanted me. He made me feel special, sexy, and desired.
Spreading my legs a little bit wider with his knee, he teased me with the tip of his dick until I couldn’t take it any more. He loved it when I begged, and that was what he was waiting for. “Max, please.” I was panting and moaning, needing him to be inside of me. The burning, aching, heart pounding intense urge was too much to bear.
“Say it, babe. Tell me what you want.” His tone was hot and demanding.
Ever since I’d tied him up, and started to become more open and playful, Max had opened up to me, too. Sometimes he would say things he would have never had said at the beginning of our relationship. Knowing I was open to trying new things, Max was beyond thrilled. I knew he would never force me or put me in an awkward position, but I wanted to please him as well, so I needed to be open-minded. “I want you to take me.” My eyes bore into his as I said those words. “Please, I need you inside of me.”