Page 42 of Maximus

“But you won’t kiss me.”

Good Lord, why did I have to go and say something so pathetic?

Max drove his cock so deep it was startling, and then he stilled. Leashed power vibrated under my palms, the feel of it both frightening and exciting.

“Open. Your. Eyes.”

I did a full body quake before I obeyed.

Angry, annoyed, cold blue gaze.

Fire and ice.

Max went back on his knees, hefting me up with him, my arms wound around his back. Then he twisted and rolled to his back. All the while he kept us connected. The move was so insanely cool I was in a state of shock, so I missed him do an ab curl and sit up with his back to the headboard.

“Max! Your shoulder.”

“It’s fine.”

“The fact that I dug glass out of it, tells me it’s not fine. Roll over.”

“I said, I was fine.”

I looked down at his handsome face that was marred with scrapes and my heart squeezed. He wasn’t fine, he’d been hurt because of me.

“Eva, babe.” Max brushed my hair over my shoulder, before he trailed his knuckles down my neck, and over the swell of my breast. “I said I was okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

His lips curved up into a wolfish smile before his finger traced my nipple. “Honey, the last thing I’m thinking about right now is a cut on my shoulder.” My back arched as Max rolled and plucked my nipple. “Not when I got you on my lap and my cock lodged in your sweet pussy.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned and lifted my hips to explore.

Max’s hands went to my ass, gripped tight, and stopped my upward glide. “Now I’ll explain why I didn’t kiss you.”

Oh, shit.

“If I kiss you, then I can’t watch. You’re quiet, but your eyes tell me everything I need to know.” I felt my face burn at his complaint. “Babe, stop. It would suck if you were shouting the house down and you woke the boys. So I’m not complaining.”

Oh my God. This was so embarrassing. We were in the middle of having sex and I stupidly demanded something I shouldn’t have wanted in the first place, and now Max had halted the festivities for a chat. How unsexy. God, I was a fucking, fucking idiot.

Now that my mind wasn’t muddled, I was thinking I should’ve never started this in the first place. But I had. I kissed him. I was the harlot that couldn’t control myself and sucked him off.

What had I done?

Fuck.

Max’s mouth crashed onto mine, his fingers pressed deeper on my ass, and his tongue pushed in.

I braced for his assault but it never came. This time, when Max kissed me it was softer—not gentle, but some of the demand had waned. His tongue stroked and coaxed mine and soon I relaxed, my hands explored his chest—steel under scorching hot flesh.

Max’s hands travelled from my ass to my hips and started thrusting up.

“Move with me, honey,” he murmured against my lips.

Our breaths mingled and I started to rock, grinding down hard, my clit scraping with every swivel of my hips.

“Oh, God,” I panted when Max captured my nipple in his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue before he gave it a painful nip.