Max lifts his hips, and he pulls out of me slowly, the deliberate movement sending a shiver through my body.
“Oh god,” I breathe.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I nod, looking up at him when he finally lifts his head again.
He clasps my chin, the firm grip of his fingers giving me the only warning indication that he’s about to pick up the pace. He bites down on his bottom lip and thrusts forward. I gasp, but this time he doesn’t slow or stop. He pulls back and slams in harder,eyes locked on mine as he does it again and again, rocking me into the bed.
The movements grow faster, shorter, more abrupt.
He grunts, baring his teeth in this animalistic way that sends my temperature into overdrive. I’m not being fucked—
I’m beingclaimed.
“Max, ohgod!” I dig my fingers into his shoulders and tip my head back, but his grip on my chin tightens.
“Don’t you look away from me.”
I open my eyes and stare up into his. “Max…”
He slams into me harder, his arms trembling, muscles flexed. I’ll be bruised between my legs tomorrow, a canvas of evidence marking each brutal thrust of his hips.
My inner muscles clench around him, gripping and flexing with each forceful drive forward. Tears leak from my eyes as I keep my gaze locked with his. It’s too deep, too intimate… and yet I can’t look away
I won’t.
This moment between us has been too long coming; I want to savor every moment.
Max stills, his body rigid for just a split second. “Fuck, Sutton,fuck,” he roars, his body jerking as he comes.
I moan at the sensation, clenching my inner muscles. My body quakes, my thighs tense, gripping his hips tightly as the orgasm slams into me. I rock my hips, pushing myself right over the edge alongside him.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Max
I wheel the room service tray into the bedroom of the suite, smiling at the sleepy-eyed goddess in my bed. She’s finally awake. “Morning, gorgeous.”
She hums. “Good morning to you, too.”
“What time is your flight?”
“I drove.”
My eyes widen as I position the cart beside her side of the massive bed. Considering my options, I shrug. “What time do we leave?”
“What?”
“To drive home. What time should we go?”
“Don’t be silly. You already paid for a flight.” She snorts. “Probably even first class, if I know you.”
She does know me. I sit beside her, then lean over, bracing one arm on the other side as I press a long kiss to her lips. “Technically, Apex Athletics paid for the flight.”
She giggles and I swoop in for another kiss, then pull her bottom lip between my lips and suck until she squirms. A man could get used to this kind of morning.
Pulling back, I drink her in. Her eyes are sleepy, but bright in the soft, early morning light pouring in through the drawn curtains. There’s a pillow crease etched into the side of her cheek. Without any makeup, there’s a spattering of freckles across her nose that I’ve only ever caught hints of. I trail my finger down her nose. “You look beautiful in the morning.”
