“You ruined it!” I cried as his hand pulled my robe over my shoulder and his lips trailed its progress.
“Trust me, you didn’t miss much,” he said against my shoulder.
“I would have liked to see it play out.”
His mouth moved back up my shoulder and down my chest as he changed the subject when he muttered, “Like lyin’ with you on my bed, watchin’ a movie.”
I liked that too, a lot.
Still, I said, “Yes, well, then we should have finished the movie.”
I was paying so much attention to his mouth, I didn’t notice his hand had slid up my side, my ribs until his fingers curled around the edge of my camisole at my breast.
“Prefer what we’re gonna do now,” he murmured against my cleavage and before I could retort his fingers pulled down my camisole exposing my breast then they curled around it, lifting it up and Max’s mouth closed around my nipple and sucked deep.
My back arched as heady sensations shot straight from my nipple to between my legs.
My fingers slid into his thick, fantastic hair, I forgot all about the movie and I whispered, “Yes.”
His mouth pulled my nipple deeper then his tongue swirled. I closed my eyes and just let my body experience the beauty of it.
He released my nipple, moved up and his lips hit mine.
“Bet you’re already wet,” he whispered there then his fingers tugged at the drawstring of my pajama bottoms, his hand slid in, I gasped at his touch and his eyes darkened with desire when they found he was right. “Fuckin’ love that,” he growled and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, his finger slid inside me and I moaned, not just already wet, but also already ready for him.
His finger slid out but then hit my sweet spot and rolled and my back arched to get closer to him but also to show him how very, very much I liked what he was doing.
“Crazy,” Max muttered against my mouth.
“What?” I whispered, my hands had pulled his thermal free and were gliding along the skin of his back.
“That asshole had you, had this,” his finger slid in then out and started rolling against my sweet spot again, “didn’t take care of you,” Max went on. “Didn’t touch you for months. Let you walk out of that restaurant without puttin’ up a fight. Fuckin’ crazy.”
“Max,” I breathed and he kissed me again, his finger still moving.
When he stopped kissing me, he told me, “Want you ridin’ my cock tonight, Nina. Wanna see all of you, wanna watch you fuck me, watch you make yourself come.”
“Okay,” I whispered, though I didn’t know how I managed to speak since my entire body spasmed at his words.
He kissed me again, deep, hard, beautiful then stopped and ordered, “You’re gonna suck me first though, I want your mouth on me again.”
“Okay,” I repeated in a whisper.
“Your mouth,” Max growled, “Christ, nearly as sweet as your *.”
I shifted with agitation under him. He was going to make me climax just by talking to me.
“This too,” he said but said no more.
“Sorry?” I tried to concentrate but it was difficult.
“This,” his body pressed into mine, his hard crotch rubbed against my thigh, his finger slid inside and then started moving in and out and his tongue swept my bottom lip, a combination that was mind-scrambling. “This too is why I’m so fuckin’ sure about us.”
My hand left his back and went to his face. “Max –”
Max cut me off, not that I knew what I was going to say. “Take your clothes off, baby, want you naked while you work me.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
Then I took my clothes off while Max did the same.
Then I curled between his legs and sucked his cock until he yanked me over him. Then I rode it, fucking him while his eyes never left me, mine never left him and his hands moved all over me. I rode him until I made myself come and kept going until he did too.
Chapter Ten
Follow Me into the Light
Max woke me with one hand between my legs, the other at my breast and his mouth at my neck.
My neck arched upon waking then I whispered, “Darling.”
His hands went away, he turned me and he kissed me. Then he did other stuff to me. Then he took me, him on top, my knees bent, thighs pressed to his sides.
When I was almost there, teetering close to the edge, he pulled out, flipped me to my stomach, hauled my hips up and rammed into me, hard and rough, again and again and again.
Delicious.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he growled his order from behind me and, my face in the pillow, my fingers clenching it at the sides of my head, I did as I was told.
For about thirty seconds. Then I came, long and luxurious, my moans muffled by the pillow.
After I did, my hand slid away but Max’s arm curled around my ribcage and he lifted my torso as he kept thrusting into me, his finger moving between my legs, rolling on my sweet spot.
I pressed back into his body, my hand curling around his wrist and I moaned, “Max, I can’t… too much.”
He didn’t listen, his finger kept rolling, his cock kept thrusting, his hoarse, gravelly voice demanding, “Again, Duchess.”