AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I watched his back quietly as he placed something that looked like russet potatoes in the oven. A bottle of truffle oil sat next to the sink, and without watching what he was doing at all, he put the oil away into another cabinet.
Max was almost never at his home in Maine. How did he still manage to cook in it so naturally? Did the man instinctively find his way around any kitchen? Or maybe it didn’t matter where he put the oil, since it was his kitchen, so wherever he put it became where it belonged?
“Smells good.”
He looked over his shoulder. “That is the barbecue sauce on the pork you’re smelling. I made it on the stovetop. I haven’t really started cooking anything else, except those potatoes.”
A bottle of wine sat open on the counter, and he had a glass next to him, while next to the wine he’d poured a glass of seltzer over ice. I walked over and picked it up. It was cool on my tongue. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. It’s nothing.” He sipped his wine. “How are you feeling? How much pain are you in?”
I stretched my arms over my head. “I can do that, which is apparently a very good sign. And some of my other muscles are sore, but I’d say the areas where I’m shot don’t hurt additionally.”
He swung around and picked me up by my waist and set me on the counter. I grinned at him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m fucking hungry.” His gaze held mine like I was captured in it.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re making dinner.” I smiled at him.
He shook his head. “Not for food.”
Max bent over, pushing my legs apart gently. “Let me know if this causes you any pain.”
Pain wasn’t on my mind a second later when he kissed my thigh. I actually trembled. He laid a long, warm kiss on the other thigh before he took an audible deep breath. “Can never get enough of this. Missed this.”
He pulled my shorts off, dropping them on the floor. I hadn’t put on panties, preferring instead to sleep commando under the shorts. Now I was glad I hadn’t put them on. This was a lot easier. I loved Max having access if this was what was on his mind.
Max kissed my clit, finding it with his mouth, and I sighed.Yes.This was just what I wanted. So much had happened since the last time he touched me like this. We’d been in New York, and I hadn’t known yet what my decisions were going to do to my life. There were bullets and missing children. Air travel. Pain. But there was also this moment. Fuck. There was Max’s clever tongue swirling around my clit like he knew just how I needed his touch.
This was life. This was pleasure. This existed too. It wasn’t always hard. Sometimes it was downright incredible. I grabbed on to the back of Max’s head and held him right there. It helped to hold on to him, otherwise I could get lost in the sensations. There was such a thing as too much pleasure for me.
He moaned, and I quit thinking. Max thrust his hips into the counter as he ate at me. He held on to my thighs, keeping me open to him, but dropped one of them right then just to cup himself on the outside of his pants. He groaned like it hurt him and put his hand back where it was.
“Stop.” I spoke quickly, and he pulled back to look at me.
“What’s the matter? Did I do something you don’t like?” He panted.
I shook my head. “Together. Not just me. Both of us.”
Max smiled at me. “You…you are always surprising me.” Max had me off the counter in seconds, and both of us were back on his couch.
He lay on top of me, pressing his finger inside of me, and I reached for his cock, which took a lot of maneuvering. It was hard to get his pants off, but I managed it. By the time I’d freed him of the clothing, we grinned at each other like stupid idiots.
It always seemed so romantic when people did this on television or in the movies. We were sort of goofy, and I loved it. I stroked him from his balls to his tip. He moaned. “You do things to me, Hope. I can’t begin to explain to you what you…”
He kissed me rather than finishing the thought. I wanted to know what he wanted to say, but I wanted what his mouth was doing to me more. Kissing me all the way down my neck, stopping right at that point where my neck met my shoulder. I gripped him harder, closing my eyes to feel that moment.
Max kissed me there again. And again. Apparently, I had a spot, and he’d found it. I squirmed, and he sucked in a long breath. “I love when you make those noises.”
I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to, not when he was making love to my body, pressing his fingers right where I needed them on my clit. Over and over again. “Such a good girl. I love how prettily you moan against me.”
“Inside of me,” I told him. “Please. Inside of me.”
He shook his head. “Not until you come for me, Hope. You come for me, then I’ll press inside of you and stretch out your pussy with my cock until you are screaming for it a second time.”
I caught my breath. His words were hot, scalding hot, but it wasn’t his words that threw me over the edge of pleasure. His fingers did their work too, but what really got me was how he looked at me. I’d never seen myself in someone else’s gaze before, but right then, it felt as though he threw the warmest adoration at me that I’d ever experienced. I came, but it wasn’t sudden or explosive, more like a release of everything inside of me that had been tied up with nowhere to go.
Maybe he understood I was having a moment because he kept his gaze affixed to mine, neither of us able to look away from one another. Max cupped my cheeks. “So fucking beautiful.”
