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That’s all it takes to launch me into my own climax.
Coming together, Maks and I pulse and throb in sync. My body milks his cock as he releases his seed with deep, erratic thrusts, and all the while, he holds me close, his lips imprisoning mine in an erotic kiss.
Our ragged breaths crash together, and Maks gives my lower lip the softest of nips that sends a jolt of pleasure to my core. Then he eases me back onto the bed as he settles on top of me like a weighted blanket.
“Okay, wow,” I breathe, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
Maks chuckles low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Agreed.”
After a moment, he eases out of me to roll onto the mattress beside me. One arm falls above his head as the other remains extended beneath my neck. I know I should lift my head and let him move it, but I’m too consumed by my thoughts. Or my emotions, really.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want to stop seeing Maks, but if I keep going down the path, it won’t end well for me. I lie with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling for several long minutes, and gradually, our breathing calms, his growing deep and steady.
He still hasn’t even tried to move the arm from beneath my neck, and while I find it exceedingly comfy, I imagine it’s putting his fingers to sleep. I start to sit up, glancing in Maks’s direction as I do to see what state of mind he might be in.
And I’m shocked to find he’s already fast asleep. A soft snort issues from his nose, and I can’t help but smile. He looks shockingly younger in his sleep, as though years of stress and responsibility have slipped away to show me what he must have looked like at the height of his youth. The silver at his temples is the only reminder of the age that separates us, and even that just makes him look more distinguished.
Why is he so impossibly gorgeous? And smart? And funny? And far too good at sex?
Not to mention he’s kind.
He might not know that, but I do. I’ve been the benefactor of that kindness more than once. But I can tell he doesn’t see it that way.
God, I’m a wreck.I need to get my emotions in check.
Maybe agreeing to an overnight was a bad idea. The dynamics have shifted so drastically—or at least my emotions have. Before, I had a firm grip on the reality of our situation. Now, I can’t help but wish things might have been different between us.
That he might have wanted to date me for real.
Biting back a sigh, I roll to face away from Maks, trying to give myself a bit of space to clear my head.
But as I settle onto my side, Maks turns, one strong arm snaking around my waist as he pulls me close in his sleep. His other arm drapes over my body, lightly trapping me against his solid chest. It makes my heart throb to realize we fit together perfectly in more ways than sex.
I know he’s probably completely oblivious to the fact that he just pulled me into his arms. He’s out like a light, and I doubt he even knows it’s me.
I should stop it. Walk away. Find another bed—maybe even sleep on the leather chair. Anything to keep these growing feelings in check.
But I can’t bring myself to extricate my body from his arms.
It just feels so right. So warm and safe and relaxing.
I haven’t had someone hold me like this in so long, I can’t even remember the last time. When I’m near Maks, it just feels right.
Despite the emotions running rampant through my body, I find the drowsy contentment that had consumed me earlier once again seeping into my limbs. Though I know I shouldn’t let it happen, I start to drift off in the warm, comforting embrace.
Tomorrow, I can deal with the reality of my situation and the impact my feelings might have. Right now, I’m fully prepared to sink into a deep and dreamless sleep.
29
MAKSIM
The soft glow of the early morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm and gentle light into the room. I slowly stir from my slumber, the hazy remnants of a dream fading away.
As my surroundings come into focus, I feel an unfamiliar weight on my chest. The realization dawns on me with a mixture of warmth and dread—Heidi is in my arms.
I typically avoid cuddling. It’s a slippery slope toward emotional attachment. But last night, it seemed impossible to resist the gravitational pull of her presence. And now, as I look down at the peaceful expression on her beautiful face, I’m paying the price.
