Page 76 of Cruel Hearts

“I already have.”

His eyes softened, melting what was left of my frozen heart into a puddle. “I want to make love to you.”

I swallowed hard. If I didn’t say something to lighten the mood, this would turn into a scene out of a romance novel. While I trusted Maxwell, falling for him wasn’t fair on Orlando, who I liked just as much.

With a smirk, I tilted my head to the side gave him a cheeky smile. “Do you know how?”

His brow furrowed. “Why do you ask?”

“The last time we fucked, you did a convincing impression of a virgin. I thought you might—”

Maxwell cut off my words with a kiss.

His mouth was hot, demanding. It sent pleasant shivers down my spine and came with a tongue that found its way to the seam of my lips. With a gasped moan, I let him in.

Maxwell’s naked body pressed against mine and eased me onto my back. The train’s judders rocked us from side to side, and his bare erection settled between my thighs. I wasn’t complaining. Not when he devoured me with strong strokes of that wicked tongue.

One arm wrapped around his broad, muscular shoulders, and I trailed the other down his strong back and onto glutes as hard as granite.

He chuckled. “Eager, are we?”

“A girl can’t be blamed for wanting a grope,” I murmured back.

“Speaking of groping…” Maxwell trailed hot kisses down my neck, and I arched into the sensations. He pulled my shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and unfastened my buttons with rapid dexterity.

In moments I lay beneath him, my tie unraveled, shirt open, and bra exposed. My lips quirked into a smile. “I thought you’d have your hands all over me by now.”

“Just soaking in the view,” he said. “I can’t express how great it feels to be in this position with you knowing it’s me you’re about to fuck.”

I squeezed the erection pulsing between my thighs. “Oh, I can feel it.”

His face split into a grin that was all Maxwell. Running the pad of his thumb over the white lace covering my nipple, he said, “Cheeky minx. I can’t decide if I want to fuck you while you’re half-dressed or strip you down and shag you senseless.”

“Why choose?” I reached down and wrapped my hands around his dick. “You’re good for more than two fucks.”

With a growl, Maxwell raised my hips off the bed and yanked down my knickers and tights in a single smooth movement. A laugh bubbled from my throat. This was bloody ridiculous! Here I was lying on my back in a luxury train, clad in a school uniform with my legs spread, my tights around my ankles, and my bra pulled up over my tits.

His eyes glazed. “Fucking hell. I’m about to jizz over the sight of you looking like some kind of porn star.”

I slammed my legs closed. “Point your hose somewhere else or I’ll make you scrub cum stains off my uniform.”

He roared with laughter and placed his hands over my knees. “Let me taste your wet pussy.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” I relaxed my thighs, letting him ease them open.

Maxwell’s gaze dropped to my sex, and his face slackened into a mask of lust. The prominent muscles of his chest heaved with his shallow breaths. As though drawn by a magnetic force, he lowered himself between my legs.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, and I shifted on the bed, my stomach fluttering at such intense ogling.

“You have the prettiest pussy.” The puff of his breath on my folds made my core muscles clench.

For reasons I will never understand, my nipples tightened. “Don’t just look at it.”

Maxwell swiped his tongue down from my opening, up and around my clit. Pleasure sparked from the little bundle of nerves, and I clapped my legs around his head, holding him in place.

He laughed and continued licking and flicking and circling my nub, producing waves of ecstasy that had my toes curling and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I grabbed a handful of his mahogany hair and shuddered under the movements of his wicked tongue.

“Max.” That was all I could say while his tongue worked miracles.