“He’ll get out and be back again.”
“That’s his problem.” I leaned across the console and kissed his cheek. “Because it’s always going to be you.”
I got out of the SUV and made my way to the apartment. I realized it was harder for him, considering I hadn’t told him that I loved him until two nights ago.
Entering the silent apartment, I dropped my bag on the sideboard when movement near the door caught my eye.
Max walked in. “I’m sorry I lost it, Logan. When I saw him assault you…I wanted to kill him.”
“Forget him.” I slid my palms up his chest, brushing his nipple piercings. A shudder rippled through him. “I missed you today.”
With a low groan, he put his mouth on mine and kissed me deeply, desperately as if needing to reaffirm I was with him. He reached for the hem of my top and pulled it off then ushered me into my studio. The door shut.
I toed off my sneakers and unbuttoned my jeans, a little awkwardly, especially with only one hand.
“Let me.” Max brushed my fingers aside, lowered to his heels, and dragged my jeans and underwear off. He pushed my legs apart, spread me with his fingers and sucked me slow and decadently, tasting me, his teeth lightly scraping my sensitive flesh. I grabbed his head, tugging him closer. He stopped.
“Max—” I moaned in protest.
“So impatient.” He bit my thigh lightly. Rising to his feet, he swept me into his arms and set me down on the futon. Everything in me focused on him as he undressed. Tall, muscled, and so hot with those piercings. My body throbbed, desperately needing him to ease the ache inside me.
The moment he sat, he pulled me astride him, and his thick, hard length slid against my slick core. I grasped his cock and thumbed the barbell there, stroking the wet tip. “I love this thing.”
He growled, his hands tightening on my hips. “Quit playing with me, Logan, it’s been too damn long.”
“One day?” I teased.
His molten gaze pinned mine, along with a need I’d seen the first time he kissed me. “Put my cock inside you. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding into you.”
The throbbing between my thighs grew. Fisting his shaft, I lifted onto my knees and rubbed the head and the barbell there along my cleft. He shuddered.
Slowly, I pushed down. Inch by excruciating inch. My breath caught at the indescribable sensation of his piercing rubbing against my inner walls as he stretched and filled me. Slowly, I withdrew, loving that draggy feeling. Then, just as slowly, I eased back down halfway, only to rise again.
Eyes narrowing, he grasped my nipple with his lips and tugged in retaliation. “Max!” I breathed, the firm pull rushing all the way to my core, making me wetter.
He yanked me down, his cock completely impaling me. I gasped at the unbelievable fullness pulsing inside me.
“You’re still so damn tight,” he growled around my nipple. “No matter how many times I take you. Ride me, Logan. Fuck me. Hard.” His big palms slid lower, squeezing my bottom.
His raw words had my own desire ramping. Holding onto his shoulder with one hand, I moved on him. Up. Down. Harder. Faster…
And an incredible pressure grew inside me. I rode him, my clit rubbing against his shaft. Delicious friction built. He shifted, impaling me deeper. I moaned. God, but I was addicted to him.
His hands left my hips to squeeze my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples. His gaze held mine. “I love those little sounds you make, Logan. It’s so fucking hot.”
I whimpered. I was so close. My body clamped down on him, my nails digging into his shoulder. He moved his hand between our bodies and rolled my clit with his thumb, and then he pinched me.
“Maaax!” My mind split. I was hauled up and thrown over, pleasure like a flood sweeping through my body as I fell apart.
Hands on my hips, Max moved faster, harder into me, then he stiffened beneath me, his harsh groan filling my ears as he found his own release inside me.
Panting hard from the explosion of my orgasm, I buried my face in his neck. He trailed his lips along my jaw. We remained that way for several minutes, still joined, just our heaving breaths filling the room.
Being with him this way, the horrible incident with Devyn faded. Only the man holding me occupied my thoughts, my heart—
“Oh, shit!” I reared back, scrambling off him, but his hands tightened on my hips as I fought to break free. “We forgot a condom!”
“I’m clean, Logan. You’re on the pill, right?”
