I squeezed into the open space between him and the table, my belly clenching as his erection brushed my exposed skin. Gripping the edge, I drew in a shaky breath and lifted my head.
He met my gaze, his eyes like charcoal pulled straight from a fire. They burned with heat and an intensity I’d never witnessed from him. Hooded with barely restrained lust, his stare grew heavier in the breaths shared between us.
“Lie back.” His deep timbre pulsed straight to my clit. “Then spread your legs.”
Alarm bells blared in my head.
Everything I’d been telling myself played on a loop.
How the engagement wasn’t real. How he was trying to communicate with me. How he was protecting me…
What happened to all that if he went through with this? If he tried to have sex with me for the first time here?
Like this—like it meant nothing.
Despite the war inside my brain, I refused to believe he’d do it.
Max eyed me carefully, his stare penetrating.“Are you in, or are you out?”
After sitting down, I scooted my butt so I could lie back. My elbows braced my upper body, and I didn’t break his stare as I did what he said.
He ran his gaze over me, his eyes molten.
They flared with heat as they reached my legs, and when I pressed my thighs together, he smirked, like keeping them closed revealed everything. “I could give you what you want, but I don’t think I’m the onetalking a big game.”
My core clenched at his taunt, the way he threw my words from our first session back at me.It shouldn’t have made me want to spread my legs for him.
Butfuck me, it did.
Still, I refused to give him the upper hand, and I sassed back instead. “Maybe I just want you to take it.”
His eyes blazed, searing through me as he grabbed my knees. He gripped them, holding on for dear life before running his palms up and down my outer thighs.
Goosebumps rippled over my skin everywhere he touched.
He clamped down on my knees with one hand as he shoved his boxers past his hips with the other.
With his cock freed, he wrenched my thighs apart. He leaned in, flashing me a wolfish grin.
My breath came out in tight, quick pants, grasping for air I desperately needed but didn’t risk taking.
I flicked my gaze down his body as he stepped between my legs, and my lips parted.
He dug his fingers into my flesh, seconds from either driving forward or snapping my legs shut. “You want me to do it? Take you right here, right now? Drive my cock home so hard and deep that you scream for me?”
I shuddered beneath him, the effort of restraining my confession threatening to break me.
“Or maybe you want it slow?” he purred, his voice sinful as he stared, and my eyelids grew heavy.“Maybe you want to feel every fucking inch as I slide inside you. So deep you’ll feel me in your throat.”
“Chest,” I argued breathlessly. “But you have the right idea.”
“Yeah, see. That’s why Iwon’tdo it. Because something like that…? It has to be earned. And a brat like you?”
A lick of fear skittered up my spine.
He huffed a laugh. “No, what I should do is drag you into a closet and put you on your knees.”
“Do it, then.”I panted, giving away how much I wanted it.
