"For, I, erm..." He swallows and looks down at his tattoos. "I'm not sure what I’m sorry for really. Getting a little lost in my thoughts, I guess.”
“I hadn't realised that it was going to be so personal to you," I tell him.
He shakes his head and reaches for me, his hand gripping the back of my neck and pulling me toward him, our faces inches apart. "I love that you’re interested, that you want to know." He takes a deep breath, then places a small kiss on my lips before pulling back enough to see me."My mum died eleven years ago, when I was eighteen. She was diagnosed with an aggressive form of ovarian cancer, and despite the efforts of the doctors, she was gone within two years of the diagnosis."
I inhale a sharp breath, and my heart aches for him and his sister. I can't believe they lost their mum so young. "Max, I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. That you and your sister had to go through it." I climb into his lap, my hands cupping either side of his face.
"Thanks, baby. Georgia was only twelve when Mum died, and I hate that she had to grow up without a female figure. Sure, she had the women of the club, but it's not the same." His arms are wrapped around my waist, resting just above my hips as he holds me in place, and I feel them tighten as his eyes go wide. "Shit, Dragonfly, I didn’t think, you know exactly how it feels. Fuck, I'm sorry."
Shaking my head at him, I rest my forehead on his. "Don't. You do not need to apologise.I love that you are so aware of how hard it was for your sister to grow up without a mum. But why do I feel like you dismiss your own feelings for everyone else’s?"
"I don't. I grieved for her. But I needed to be strong, I needed to hold it together for Georgia and my dad. They both took it really hard. Mum was a big part of the club when she was alive, her and Dad were always here. But when she died, he kind of distanced himself from this place. It held too many memories for him," he tells me honestly. "He rarely leaves the house. They bought it together, but because they were always here it doesn't have as many memories for him."
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, and his eyes move over my face, taking in my features. He licks his lips as his eyes flick to mine, but as he raises them a smile graces his face. "I want you to meet him. Can I take you to see him?" he asks. Appearing a little nervous.
I nod and smile. "I'd like that," I tell him.
"I'll keep you safe, baby, we won't go unless I know it is, and we'll take a couple of the brothers with us," he rushes out.
I lean forward and kiss him, our lips connect, and everything seems to fall away. I push my tongue into his mouth, he doesn't fight me, and he doesn't try to take control. He lets me lead. I've never done this before, but he gives me the courage to want to do it. As the kiss gets heated, I run my hands up into his hair, gripping it in my fists and pulling it. He lets out a groan and I smile around the kiss.
Needing air, I break away. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath he takes. "What was that for?" he asks.
"I trust you, Max. I know you won't risk my safety."
He looks down at his watch and his eyebrows furrow. "Come on, we've been in here longer that we should have," he says, standing and lifting me with him.
"Oh, are we not meant to be in here?" I question.
"It's not that, baby. I should have mentioned it earlier, but Andrea is on her way. She'll be here in about an hour." He stops to look at me, gauging my reaction. But I just smile at him.
"Okay," I breathe. "Do we have time for a shower before she gets here?" I ask, hoping he picks up on my suggestion.
He just grins at me, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward his room.
Chapter Forty-Seven
If it hadn't been for the slight flush of her cheeks, I wouldn't have even realised what she was asking. But the moment she asked, I couldn't get us out of there quick enough.
As I pull her into my room, I kick the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it. I've been desperate to have her again since last night. I grab both sides of her face and kiss the tip of her nose. "Are you sure you want to do this? You're not too sore, are you?" I ask her. I want to make sure she's okay with doing this again.
Her small hands gently squeeze my sides. "I'm a little sore, but I am sure. I want to do this again. Please," she says, her voice quiet, her nerves evident.
I crash my lips to hers and slowly walk her back towards the bathroom. I reluctantly break away from the kiss, stopping her in the centre of the room and stepping around her. I move the shower screen and turn on the shower, turning the heat down a little so it's a little cooler that I had it this morning.
I turn to face her, my heart racing as I take all five-foot-four of her in. She crosses her hands in front of her as my eyes take in her beautiful face. She bites the inside of her cheek, her darker than normal brown eyes watching me as I stalk toward her. "Arms up, baby," I say, grabbing the hem of her hoody, lifting it over her head and throwing it on the floor. I suck in a breath at the white lace bra she has covering her breasts, and leaning down, I take one in my mouth and suck the nipple through the lace.
Her hands reach up and she tangles her fingers in my hair, gripping it tighter the harder I suck. "Oh," she moans, and I smile. I quickly undo the clasp on her bra, removing my mouth and sliding it off and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor.
I drop to my knees in front of her, my hands curl into the waist of her leggings, making sure I grab her underwear at the same time. Her hands land on my shoulders as I slide her leggings down her legs and gently lift her feet out of them, pulling off her converse at the same time.
I lean forward and place a kiss on the edge of her pussy. Her body visibly shivers, even though she tries to hold it together. I stand, pulling her toward the shower, lifting her over the ledge, then push her backwards under the spray.
I drag off my T-shirt, throwing it on top of her hoody, and then loosen my jeans and slide them down my legs. She bites her bottom lip and her cheeks flush when she realises that I'm not wearing any underwear. Quickly toeing off my boots, I kick my jeans off my feet and kick them to one side. I step inside the shower, my body inches from hers as I spin us, so I'm under the spray. I push her a little further back and then drop to my knees again.
"Max." I look up at her from my position on the base of the bath. "Please, I would like to... erm…” She swallows back her nerves and then licks her lips. "I want to taste you." I blink up at her several times, surprised by her candour.
"You don't have to, Dragonfly. It's okay," I tell her.
