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“I’m the same Maximus,” I say, striding over to him. “I can’t bring myself to use my powers after seeing their lethal power.” Shuddering at the admission, I fight off memories of the blazing fire I can create. I place a hand on my hip, readying myself for my next words.
“I have the power of destruction now. Are you saying I don’t deserve to be with anyone?”
“No.” The word leaves his lips on a firm command as he gracefully jumps to his feet. He stomps his way over to me, shoes slapping against the hardwood floor, underscoring the intensity in his eyes. Fury blazes there, replacing the ordinarily cold stone. Enraged at the implication.
He goes to grip my arms, but I block the movement and take a step back. He blinks in confusion, not having anticipated the swipe.
“Then, why do you not deserve happiness?” I volley, crossing my arms over my chest. My brow cocks up and I eye him expectantly.
His jaw works, tension building as his teeth grind together. Again, not knowing how to respond.
“You see the way I look at everyone else?” His lips purse at the question, his gaze meeting mine head on. “Then, how do you miss the way I look at you?”
My chest deflates, and my voice softens. I step closer to him, letting my chest brush against his, mimicking how we stood before. But this time, it’s me in the driver’s seat. It’s me asking him the tough questions he doesn’t want to look at too closely.
Although we may be different in many ways, we are alike in others. And this—wanting to hide his emotions, wanting to run away—I can relate to. I won’t let him learn the lesson the hard way, though, like I had. No—I’ll show him how important he is, how much I care for him, how vital he is in my life.
My eyes catch on his dark facial hair. I want to trail my fingers along the rough stubble. And I do. Fuck holding myself back. He leans into my touch, as though he can’t resist the feel of my soft palm caressing against his skin.
“I just want you to be happy.” He reluctantly pulls his face back, his gaze downcast.
I grip his biceps, pulling his attention back to me. My hands don’t even grip around half of the massive muscles.
“Have you ever asked me what would make me happy?” I huff out an exasperated breath, not understanding how he could miss something so blindingly obvious. He quirks an eyebrow in response, still absolutely oblivious.
“The answer is you,” I say on a breathless sigh, half in frustration and half in relief at finally having my cards out on the table.
It’s his turn to surprise me now as his hands move to grasp me tightly against him. One hand tips my chin up, while the other splays across my lower back, pressing my body to his. My breath catches in my throat at the brusque, unexpected movement.
I barely get in a sharp breath before his mouth descends on mine and hungrily claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
I push myself up on my tiptoes, eagerly meeting him in a fervent embrace. My arms wind around his neck, and I pull myself up, needing the friction of his body against mine.
Neither of us worries about being gentle. I need him right now, like I need air to breathe. Need to show him with my body exactly how true my words are. I sense he needs the same thing to be reassured of our connection, that this is what I truly want, that he is what I truly want.
His mouth crashes against mine, and he pushes harder against me, coaxing my lips to part under his. He wastes no time, his tongue delves inside my mouth, moving against mine at a punishing pace that steals my breath away.
I don’t care, don’t care that my breaths come in rough, ragged pants. Pleasure courses through my veins, from the scintillating kiss, from the feeling of his hard muscles pressed against mine. I arch my back, needing more contact.
My shirt and shorts suddenly feel much too restrictive. The fabric scratches uncomfortably against my skin. I need to feel Max’s hands run over my body, feel the press of his bare skin against mine.
His hand slides from my back down to cup my ass. He roughly squeezes it, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. So close to where I need him. I let out a groan of frustration as his touch ratchets up my desire. He chuckles against my lips, his chest vibrating against mine at the sound.
As though sensing exactly what I need, he parts my thighs with his. I grind my hips against him, allowing my body to rock against his, and moan at the friction against my pussy. The contact sends shivers of pleasure up my spine. I feel his cock through his loose gym shorts, growing with each movement.
The friction only serves to ratchet up my desire, and I need more. My nipples harden through the thin gym shirt, and an unbidden whimper slips past my lips.
His fingers thread through my hair, and his tongue plunders mine, as though savoring every inch, every moment. His hand slides up to the hem of my shirt and slips beneath it. I melt into the feeling of his skin against mine. Even the small contact feels amazing right now. Before I can even register what he’s doing, I feel the support of my bra loosen and the band slackens beneath my shirt.
That crafty bastard. I pull away for a moment to give him a wry smirk. But he uses the distraction to his advantage. He moves his chest away from mine just enough to lift my shirt. I gladly oblige him, raising my arms to get the restrictive thing away from me.
To my surprise, he doesn’t immediately sweep me into his arms. Instead, he pauses, taking his time drinking in every inch of my body. As though memorizing every inch, every curve.
“You’re beautiful, princess,” he says tenderly, the words more earnest than I’ve ever heard him speak.
I launch myself towards him, not caring how desperate I might look. I need his lips on mine. Need to feel the press of his bare skin against mine. I kiss him deeply, and meet his tongue stroke for stroke, working him up like he had me. I groan into his mouth at the feeling of his chest pressed against me without the thin layers of fabric between us. Unconcerned about the light sheen of sweat that coats our skin from our workout.
His hands lower to cup my ass, scooping me up against him. I let out a small shriek in surprise and rush to wind my legs around his waist. His mouth closes over mine, taking the lead again.
