Ba-bump.
Ba-bump.
Ba-bump.
Max left a trail of kisses from my neck to my breast. He sucked on my skin and bit down gently enough that it didn’t hurt, but rough enough that I couldn’t believe the sounds falling freely from my mouth.
“Do you want me,mia cara?”
I didn’t give him an answer, so he decided to find out on his own. His finger slowly pushed inside of me effortlessly. Therewas no hiding it now. His touch on mine did things to my body I couldn’t find the words for.
“You want me badly?”
Ugh, I did, but I really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. There was something disarming about admitting it to him. I wanted the man I never should’ve wanted.
Was it wrong of me to be enjoying this? Probably, but that didn’t stop me.
His touch ignited a fire inside of me, making my heart thump beyond all control. His lips looked pained again, and I wanted to kiss them better.
His cologne, mixed with the warmth of his skin, made my head spin, forcing my pulse to race. He nuzzled my neck as his large arms grabbed a hold of me. I could feel him pressing against me. My body seemed to mold with his in the most perfect way.
I reached for his belt, but he stopped me. “I asked a question, Rosalie, and I won’t continue until I get an honest answer out of you.”
I wanted him inside of me. I could hardly tolerate the distance still between us. If that meant I had to be honest, then it was honesty he would finally have.
“Fine,” I admitted. “I want you.”
“Christ,” he murmured in my ear. “Why was that so difficult for you?” He whispered this in a voice that made it feel as if the world were crumbling beneath me.
“I told you I wasn’t easy.”
“No,” he said. “You’re certainly not.”
He let me reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I felt him line up, about to push into me. His hands held onto my hips tightly as he watched himself sink inside. His thumbs dug into my skin, holding me still.
“Oh,” I gasped, looking down at him.
Max was large. He hurt, and he was only halfway in.
“You said you’d take it. You’ll be taking the rest of me too,” he demanded.
I flexed my stomach from the pressure. Slamming my eyes shut, I let my head fall back, and my mouth dropped open. His hands held me still before they reached my sides. He leaned down, biting on my neck gently.
I usually refrained from swearing, but there was an endless stream of curse words running through my mind. It was his voice—there was something undeniably sexy about how rugged it was. He continued to kiss me with a need I couldn’t get enough of. We’d spent so long craving each other that it felt euphoric to finally know what he felt like.
Max grabbed onto my neck, pulling my head closer to him. He gently pressed down on my clit, and my back arced as the nerves shot through me.
I clawed at his back, feeling my core begin to throb. He slowed down as he pushed my leg to the side, so I’d feel everything even more.
He said something in Italian. It was harsh, like a swear word. My fingers dug into his back as he pushed himself inside of me again.
“Fuck,” he said, knowing what he’d done to me. I was sure he felt it.
He held me in his arms tightly while I made him come undone. His head bowed between his shoulders, falling onto my chest as heavy pants fell from his lungs. He made everything in my body ache in a good way.
When he pulled out, I could feel something dripping on my skin. He’d come inside of me, and I hadn’t stopped him. I’d let him.
I figured the man knew how to pull out.
