And then I saw it.
A faint flush spreading across his cheeks.
My brows lifted, a teasing grin tugging at my lips. “Max McKinnon… are you blushing?”
His smile went crooked—half sheepish, half dangerous.
“Shut up,” he muttered.
I laughed, breath still uneven. “Oh, come on. Don’t get shynow. Not after everything you just said to me. Not after what you did.”
His hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass hard enough to make me gasp.
“Careful, baby,” he whispered against my neck. “I’ll flip you over and remind you exactly what I did.”
My pulse jumped. I bit my lip, heat flaring all over again.
“I’m serious,” he continued, voice dropping, that cocky edge creeping back in. “You keep mouthing off, I’m gonna make you beg for it. Is that what you want?”
I gave him too long a hesitation.
In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and hovered over me, smirking like he already knew the answer. He carefully touched my bandage, reassuring himself that I wasn’t hurt, and then said, “That’s what I thought.”
27
MAX
She lifted her head, ready to tease, that smartass grin already forming. But then, she saw my face and froze. She thought I was playing. She thought this was over. But I wasn’t fucking done. Not even close. I had waited seven fucking years for this.
My hands slid back over her skin, rough and greedy, no hesitation now as I pulled her back over me, dragging her into place like I owned her.
“Wait, already?” she laughed, breathless. “You don’t need time to recover?”
I stared up at her like she was insane. “Nope,” I growled. “Didn’t get nearly enough of you.”
She was so fucked, and I think she knew it.
I rolled us again, caging her beneath me. I wanted to take my time, trail kisses across her body like vows, make her feel every single promise I’d told her tonight. But then my eyes landed on her tits, and everything soft inside me burned to ash.
They were perfect. Full. They were bouncing just slightly, given how hard she was breathing.
All fuckingmine.
I kissed her again, this time slowly. And then I was trailing my mouth down her throat, between those perfect tits, across her stomach. She sighed, a broken, needy sound, and I fucking groaned. That sound would haunt me.
When I reached between her legs, she hissed and jerked her hips. She was still sensitive. I’d been too rough.
“Max… fuck. I can’t,” she said, voice trembling.
“Yes, you can,” I said, low, right into her skin. “You can take it; I know you can.”
She whimpered. I kissed down her inner thighs, teasing, licking, letting her feel how much I wanted her, how fucking desperate I was for another taste.
Her moan cracked through the room. I licked her once, twice, slow and deep, before devouring her like I was starving. My tongue circled her, sucked, and flicked. She bucked, keening underneath me. When I slid two fingers inside her, I felt her stretch, her walls already fluttering. Still soaked. Still tight. Still so fucking perfect.
She reached down to touch me, and I growled, catching her wrists and pinning them beside her hips.
“You gonna behave?”
