“Why?” I pressed in, looping one arm around his neck. Trembling, I pulled him down. “Why do you care, Max Dread?”
I brought our lips as close as possible without crossing the last line between us. Only a breath away, I waited.
He shook his head, eyes wild as he pulled back. “I can’t fucking do this.”
“Max—”
He snapped. Slamming his lips into mine. Seizing my face in his shaking hands.
And gripping so tightly, he left no room for escape.
But I wasn’t going anywhere.
As he plunged his tongue into my mouth, I met each desperate stroke with mine. I moaned beneath him, locking my arms around his neck and grappling to pull him closer.
With one kiss, he consumed me. Confirmed my faith. And carved our path forward.
He pulled back suddenly, but he didn’t run.
Weaving his fingers through my hair, he grabbed my ponytail. Forcing my head back. Tugging hard as I groaned his name. “You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growled against my throat. “Fucking brat. You just couldn’t let it go.”
“No, Max!” I cried as he sank his teeth into my neck. “No, I can’t let you go.”
A choked sound came from his throat, muffled by the stroke of fire he trailed down to my chest. He kissed over my heart, lips seeking my breasts, with more between us than he could take.
He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. He gripped my ass and then palmed my thighs, dragging them apart. Groaning with every touch. And spreading my legs until I straddled his waist.
He dug his fingers into my legs, scraped down my thighs, and found the hem of my sleep shirt. Fisting the fabric at my hip, he reclaimed my lips. His other hand flexed over my ass, kneading the muscle. Grinding my aching core against him.
I touched him everywhere I could. Running my hands through his hair, over his chest, and down every sculpted place of muscle. And it wasn’t enough.
Our bodies bucked toward each other, and his cock jutted against my thigh, reaching for me, too, right as I slipped my fingers past his waistband.
His breath caught.
My hand stilled.
“Fuck,” he groaned and pressed his forehead to mine.
In one swift pull, he yanked my shirt up and over my head. His fingers fumbled at my hips as I panted above him. He searched for my panties, and finding none, he froze.
Chest heaving, he drank in the sight of my naked body.
He sat up with a growl, rocking us backward, and giving me space to lock my legs around him.
Half lifted off the bed, he grabbed for his shirt. Tugging the collar over his head, he tore it off and threw it aside.
Then he reached for me. One large hand palmed the curve of my ass as he drove the other into my hair. He grabbed my ponytail and wrapped it in his fist, wrenching my head back until I groaned and pressed my hips against his.
I dragged my nails over his back, clawing at his skin.
His lips found mine.
And he flipped us again.
Pinning me to the bed, he shoved his pants down.
I used my feet to help him, heels skimming his thighs until he kicked free.
