The man wasn’t kidding about attention to detail. He teased and licked until she lifted her hips off the bed, needing more. “Please, Max.”
He kissed his way down her thigh, almost to her knee, before he stood. “I have to get these off.”
Tori sat up, intending to hasten the process of removing his pants, but he shook his head. “If you touch me right now, it’s over.”
As tempting as it was to make Max lose control, she had bigger plans for him. She watched as he removed his jeans and the thermal bottoms, then his socks. The boxer briefs went next and Tori was happy to see Max was as eager as she was to move on to the next chapter of this book.
He leaned over her, probably to push her backward onto the bed, but she put a hand on his chest. She didn’t want any more interruptions.
“Do you have a condom?” She could tell by the way he tensed, he didn’t have one right at hand.
“I left it in the glove box.”
“Frozen condoms. Just what every girl wants.” She laughed and pushed at his shoulder. “I have one in my nightstand.”
He sat up, but when he reached for the drawer, she slapped his hand. “I’ll get it, Max.”
“Is that where you keep your secrets?”
She pulled open the drawer enough to slip a condom packet out. “Never ask questions about a lady’s nightstand drawer.”
Because she was stretched across his lap, her back was to him and he pressed a kiss to the base of her spine. Heat flooded through her and she slammed the drawer closed.
“Here.” She handed the condom off to him and moved back into the middle of the bed.
When he joined her there, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. Biting at his bottom lip, she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him forward.
He filled her as slowly and deliberately as he’d unbuttoned her dress and she dug her fingernails into his back.
“You’re not a very patient woman,” he said, his voice husky as he moved his hips slowly. Very slowly, giving her just a little bit more each time.
She tried lifting her hips, but he only chuckled and pulled back. “Please. Please, Max.”
He thrust forward, filling her, and they moaned in unison. She ran her hands down his back to his hips, urging him to move faster. This time he listened. Her breath quickened and she met each thrust with one of her own as he drove deeper and harder.
He groaned what sounded like her name and hooked his hands under her knees. Yanking her body upwards and toward him, he drove into her and she closed her hands over his forearms.
“Yes,” she said, over and over, as the orgasm wracked her body.
His body shook as he pumped into her, until all that was left were the aftershocks. He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, panting in quick breaths that made the hair over his ear twitch.
After a moment, he reached between them to hold the condom as he slid free of her body, and she ran her hands over his back. She was perfectly content to lie under the weight of him.
Several minutes later, she realized that while she was slowly melting into a puddle of sated, boneless exhaustion, Max’s body was tensing a little.
She chuckled against his shoulder. The man overthought everything. “There’s a box of tissues on the nightstand and a wastebasket under it.”
The bed creaked as he disposed of the condom, and then his warm body pressed against hers again. It took some effort, but he untwisted the sheets until he’d freed enough to cover them and pulled the quilt up to their shoulders.
She snuggled against him, loving the feel of his tall body cradling hers and the weight of his arm over her. When he kissed her hair, she smiled and closed her eyes.
Chapter Seventeen
Max woke before Tori, the sun peeking through her curtains hitting his side of the bed first. He breathed in deeply, contentment coursing through his body, and then rolled onto his side. Very gently, hoping not to wake her, he shifted closer and put his arm over her.
She stirred slightly, but then nestled against him and quieted again. Max smiled and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t fall asleep again, but he wanted to savor this moment for as long as it lasted.
Which he already knew would be until she woke up. She’d made that pretty clear last night. And he’d made the decision to accept what she was willing to give him...for now.
He gently untangled himself from the sheets and slid out of bed. If she needed space to come to terms with what was happening between them, waking up in his arms might freak her out. This way, she could set the tone of the morning and he would follow suit. It was a plan that usually worked for him out in the world.