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He catches me by the front door. “Whatever I want, huh?” His eyes sparkle, heat pouring from them, making me shiver slightly.
I lean closer. “Let’s head to your apartment so we don’t have to worry about Vanessa coming home.” Opening the door, my grin is salacious. “Whatever you want, handsome. All you have to do is tell me your middle name.”
As we head to his vehicle, I can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes me when he tosses my bag in the back of his Jeep, grabs my dress from my hands, and hangs it from a hook in his Jeep, then lifts me onto the seat. He practically runs around to the driver’s side. Starting the ignition, I laugh as he practically peels out of my parking lot.
“Anxious to get somewhere, Max?” Leaning my head back on the seat, I turn toward him, my gaze raking over his body to the very obvious bulge in his gray sweatpants. Reaching my hand over, I lightly snake my hands along his muscular thigh, feeling it contract and tighten beneath my slow, silky touch, then continue to trail upward. He hisses out a breath when my fingers rub over his cock.
“Irelynn.” Desire drips from his voice as he says my name in a half-warning, half-pleading tone. He shoots me a look.
I give him an innocent smile, raising my brows. “Don’t you like me touching you?” I continue stroking his dick, watching his jaw tighten.
His hand covers mine, stopping my movement. “I’m trying not to wreck, baby.” His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard, his gaze moving from mine to the road.
Waiting until he meets my eyes, I give him a sexy smirk. “Since I can’t touch you, I’ll just have to touch myself.” My fingers trail over my sports bra, running lightly over my top, then beneath the fabric. My fingers tease over my nipples, my eyes never leaving his face as I touch myself.
“Jesus, Irelynn.” His hand goes through his hair as the other tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. “I think you better stop.” His voice is strained, his face tight as he watches my fingers, then looks back at the road.
My fingers trail lower, going beneath the fabric of my leggings, moving down to my panties. I lightly rub over myself as Max lets out a stream of curse words, biting his lip as he glances quickly back at the road, then at me. Pressing on the accelerator, my gaze briefly turns to the windshield, noting that we are only a couple of minutes from turning onto the road to his apartment.
Spreading my legs, I slide my fingers beneath my panties. Max looks over, his eyes widen. I let out a soft moan as my fingers rub over my pussy.
He shakes his head, releasing a pent-up breath, as he pulls into a parking space. I move my hand, lifting it from inside my leggings. Max grabs my hand, sticking my fingers that are wet with my arousal into his mouth, sucking greedily. My breath hitches as I watch him. His pupils dilate as he licks my juices from my fingers, a grin stretching his lips as he removes my hand from his mouth.
Before I can react, he grabs me, pulling me across the seat. Opening his door, he maneuvers me out the driver’s side door with him, then kicks it shut behind me.
“What are you going to do with me?” I exhale sharply at the look on his face as he turns his head to mine, lips just millimeters away. Rather than answering my question, he smirks as he manages to get his front door open. Stepping inside, he kicks the door shut, then carries me to his stairs. Lowering me to my feet, his hands go to the band of my sports bra, lifting it over my chest and head, tossing it on the floor. Bending down, he grabs my ankle. Grabbing his shoulder for balance, he takes off one shoe, then the other.
“Max, what are you—”
His hands go to the waistband of my leggings, and with a swift yank, he peels them down my legs. Grabbing the top of my panties, he practically rips them from my body.
My heart pounds in my chest from excitement. I’d be lying if I said this rougher, more aggressive side of Max isn’t hotter than hell. I’m completely drenched.
Standing, he pulls my face to his, his lips locking onto mine. This kiss isn’t as urgent as the one in the woods, but it consumes me all the same, lighting my body on fire.
His lips move over mine gently, exploring me. When he runs his tongue over my bottom lip, I open for him. He lets out a groan as he tastes me, his hands running through my hair, my naked body pressed tightly against him.
Max’s kiss is pure fire and yet, it calms me, making me forget about the horror in the woods. He makes me forget everything.
His hands move from my hair, down my back, and to my ass, cupping my cheeks. He squeezes lightly and I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips never leave mine as he moves with me in his arms, climbing the stairs hurriedly.
His mouth pulls away from mine, and my lashes flutter as I open my eyes, staring at him with lust in my gaze as he lightly tosses me on his bed, his large body covering mine.
“Baby, I want you so fucking bad.” He rains kisses over my jaw and neck as I grab at his t-shirt, tugging on it, wanting it off. He chuckles, moving slightly away from me. Grabbing the back of it, he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor.
My gaze goes to those two scars on his torso, curiosity filling me. I want so badly to ask him questions about how he got them, but the memory of how he reacted previously stops me.
His eyes watch me, his body stiffening. I’d do anything to take away the tense look on his face, so I do the only thing I can—forget about it for now. Focus on him. He makes it easy by grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me so thoroughly and passionately, all memory of his scars fades away.
Pulling back, his eyes incinerate me. “I want to devour every fucking inch of your body until you can’t remember anything other than me.”
“Oh, God.” I want him to touch me so damned bad. My body aches for his touch, fire dancing through my veins. All thoughts of trying to get him to confess his middle name have fled as I press myself against his sweatpants, aching to feel every inch of him.
His hands move to my hair. Lifting my head from his pillow, he pulls on my hair tie, slowly sliding it down my blonde tresses. He throws it on his nightstand, my hair falling in a curtain around me. He gently pushes a lock of hair from my face. “Hugh,” he whispers, his hand running through my hair. “My middle name is Hugh. Maxwell Hugh Devlin.”
I’m so lost in him, it takes me a moment to process his words, but then it hits me—he just told me his middle name. A slow smile of pleasure spreads across my face, my fingers running over his jawline. “Maxwell Hugh Devlin. I love it.”
His eyes burn with fire as he lowers his head to mine, his lips so close that I feel his warm breaths caressing my skin, but he doesn’t close the distance to kiss me. My pulse pounds against my skin as I breathe him in, my fingers moving to the back of his neck.
