Page 40 of Maximus

Pleasure, that was all I could give—there was nothing else inside of me, I was a barren wasteland of nothingness.

I slipped a finger into her sleek, hot, wet center and grunted, “Goddamn, you’re tight.”

Eva’s hips bucked and I worked a second finger into her and lowered my mouth to her clit. Yeah, I could do this. I could eat her pussy to orgasm, then fuck her until she was boneless.

I was good at this—dirty, emotionless sex.

With my fingers and my tongue working her over, it didn’t take long for her back to bow off the bed, her thighs to quiver and tighten around my head, and finally her pussy to convulse as she chanted my name.

And there it was again, my name falling from her lips and filling me with warmth.

No, lust. That’s all it was, all it could be.

That was precisely what I was telling myself when I pulled my mouth off Eva’s pussy, licked her excitement from my lips, savored the sweet, tangy taste, and for the first time, I allowed myself a moment to fully take her in. Unhurried in my perusal, I examined every inch of her as I crawled over her—from her flat stomach, protruding hip bones, perky tits tipped with the sexiest erect nipples, all the way up to her pretty face, flushed and tinged pink.

“Max.” I looked down at her and knew I shouldn’t be doing this but I was going to anyway. I had nothing to offer her, nothing to give—nothing but the here and now and instant gratification that would wear off the moment I rolled off of her. I knew it, yet I couldn’t fucking stop myself from having her. It was like a compulsion, a need so deep it couldn’t be denied.

The tip of my cock nudged her opening and a tingling of awareness somewhere in the back of my mind told me this would be my undoing—I’d never come back from this moment.

“Please,” she begged.

I snapped.

I surged forward and drove my cock into her silky, hot pussy. Then I froze—my cock planted deep, my eyes locked on hers. Therefore I saw them gloss over, turn hazy, and her lips parted on a swift exhale.

Shit, fuck, what have I done?

I shoved my face into her neck, blocking out every emotion as they crashed over me, shattering me into tiny shards of pain.

Goddamn, why did Eva Dawson feel so right?

Chapter 13

I was completely surrounded by Max.

His heat.

His scent.

Masculine, no cologne for Max Brown. Soap and man—delicious.

The weight of him settled over me and all the air from my lungs whooshed out, leaving me breathless.

And Max wasn’t moving. Every muscle strained and rigid.

What the hell happened?

“Max?”

I hated that my voice came out weak and unsure. And when his head pulled away from my neck, our eyes locked, and I sucked in a breath—warm blue eyes latched on to mine as he slowly pulled out and pumped back in.

My thighs tensed at his sides, my ankles locked tight behind his back, and a moan slipped from my throat.

Sweet Jesus.

My hips tipped and my hands roamed his sleek back—hot to the touch and hard as a rock.

Max’s eyes flared, the muscles in his neck bunched, then he lowered his head and touched his mouth to mine. Chills raced over my heated skin.