“You’re better than my dreams.” He kept moving her, bracing her. “I didn’t know…”
She lifted herself up and lowered herself again, wanting all the fullness of his member, and taking it.
The promise felt the same as it had the night before, but different. They were joined at the mouth and… lower. With each stroke and thrust, the ache of need inside grew sharper. It was like walking up to a cliff and wondering what it would feel like to fly.
“Love.” Did she imagine him whispering the word? His arms, which were hooked around her thighs, were shaking now. The muscles in her legs began to burn.
They kept moving. Together. Deeper. Sometimes matching the rhythm of the printer outside, sometimes not.
With the wall at her back, she took each stroke, some short and hard, some long and harder. A bead of sweat landed on her cheek and she didn’t know if it was his or hers.
It didn’t matter.
Because he was Max.
She licked his neck, and then sucked, claiming him for herself. He was hers.
“Caroline. Love. Yes.” His chest vibrated with each word.
And then he was lifting her, so high she only felt his tip, and then lowering her again.
“You’re close.”
“Yes.” And so was he. He felt even larger, harder.
He lifted her again. And then lowered her.
And again.
Empty, aching, wanting. Followed by fullness, completion, but also wanting.
“More.”
Which was precisely what he gave her.
Her heart stood still and elicit pleasure shot down her spine.
It wasn’t only good, it was… spiritual.
And it left her thoroughly satisfied, boneless and exhausted.
She was barely aware of Maxwell adjusting their clothing and lowering them both to the floor. She simply snuggled against his side and closed her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have to sleep on a floor, love.”
“Mfph… fine...” She didn’t mind. Not if he was beside her.
“You deserve silk sheets and a down-filled mattress.” He rubbed circles on her back.
Caroline was halfway asleep when she felt his mouth on her forehead. Followed by a low and sorrowful-sounding groan.
“What am I going to do with you?”
PERFECT FOR HIM
Just when Max believed Caroline Rutherford could not be more adorable, she proved him wrong. And he couldn’t keep himself from grinning like a fool at the soft snoring sound coming from her very kissable mouth.
She wasn’t perfect. But she was perfect for him.
