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“I’m good to continue by myself.” I give a tight smile and continue, but they turn with me.
“Nonsense. We’ll come.”
My heart is trying to break through my ribs. What was I thinking, hiking alone at night? I wish I could have smacked myself before I had this stupid idea.
“You heard the lady.” Max’s stern tone comes from behind me. I step back until I feel his chest at my back.
He doesn’t need to tell the men twice. They leave in a half jog and slide down about ten feet of mud before they continue out of sight, the darkness gobbling them up.
I turn into his arms. I’ve missed his touch. “You look relieved to see me,” he whispers, kissing my neck. My eyes close and I lean into him. I’m so tired of fighting this.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoff and he chuckles. Turning me around, his arms wrap around me in a hug. His heart is pounding as fast as mine.
“All I ever wanted was to be your hero, but I couldn’t do that without being your villain, too.” He kisses my cheek. “I don’t know how not to be a villain when that’s all I’ve ever been. I tried to be different with you. I’m not used to failing at anything. I’m sorry I failed at loving you. It haunts me every day. I’m trying to let you go, because I know that’s what you want, but I don’t know how.” He takes my hand and places it on his racing heart. “You’re in here and I don’t want to erase you. I don’t even know how. I’ve tried.”
My eyes tear up with his truthfulness. The emotion of his deep, dark-blue eyes has my tears slipping over my dark lashes. “I love you so much it hurts, Sienna.” His words are choked up and he clears his throat but never looks away. His eyes stay pinned on mine.
“I never wanted to be the one who made you cry.” His hands cup my face. “Tell me to leave. Tell me you hate me. Tell me that I can never be your hero. I’ll leave. Or at least I’ll try to. I want to do one good thing by you, but I need to hear it from you.”
“What if I can’t?” I ask, my broken voice hardly audible.
“I love you so much, Sienna.” He kisses my lips.
I do the opposite of what I should, I melt into his embrace. I hate how well he kisses, but most of all I hate how he feels like home. My chest flutters and my heart cracks, wanting to let him in.
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
Max kisses me harder, pulling me snug against him. Our tongues twirl around each other, as if fighting for dominance, fighting to keep our love alive.
Max sweeps me off my feet, walking us back to my place. The door slams behind us, but all I can see is the deep need he’s looking at me with. My hand cups his stubbled, sharp jaw, and I inhale a shaky breath.
No matter his faults, all I can see is the good in him. Our feet stumble as he reaches to rid me of my shoes and he kicks his off, all while keeping me his hold on me.
“You are the best thing to ever happen to me,” he murmurs, kissing me. He drops me on my bed, but I don’t have a moment to catch my breath because he’s crawling toward me. His hands pull at the button of my jeans before he’s pulling my pants off me.
There is something mesmerizing about the way he looks at me when he becomes hyper focused.
My hands fumble to undo his pants as his lips glide down my neck.
He steps back, eyes on me, and rids himself of his pants before pulling his shirt off too. His cock stands at attention, begging for me to touch it. I sit up, pulling my shirt off next, and unclasp my bra, allowing it to fall off with ease.
He smirks. “You seem to be as impatient as I am.” His eyes fall from my eyes down my body with an appreciative look. “Fuck, l love your body.”
“Max,” I plead, wanting his hands back on me.
He grips my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed before placing a kiss between my legs. I shiver at the light sensation. His hand glides up, squeezing my breasts. His motions alternate between flicking my clit with his tongue and rolling my nipples. He works my body into a frenzy, needing, wanting him more than I ever have.
I push my hips into him, feeling that light sensation that is curling its way into me before it unleashes like an explosion.
My fingers go to thread through his hair but he moves. “Nope, you’re not coming yet. I want us to go at the same time.”
A frustrated groan escapes my pouty lips and I watch as his dick turns harder. My frantic breathing has my chest pushing my tits up and down, and Max is watching them like he would love nothing more than to fuck them.
Crawling over me, he cages my head between his forearms and kisses me slowly, teasingly. I nip at his lip, wanting more, and a soft chuckle vibrates against my lips.
“What is it you’re hoping for?” he asks between his polite kisses. Nothing I want him to do with me is polite.
“I want you to fuck me like you’re never going to see me again.” He pauses at my words.
