“Max—”
“The piano, my baby grand. It’s at Jack’s.”
“But you have your keyboard here?”
“Yeah, I do, to work on my composition. But I need to get a feel for my final piece on the baby. It’s why I went to Jack’s to practice. The thing’s too big for this dining area.”
If he was working on his final piece, then… “The Conservatory let you back in? That’s great.”
A muscle worked his jaw. “No, they didn’t. But they will. Now, no more talk of that.”
He shouldered the bedroom door open, kicked it shut, and put his mouth back on mine for a long and deep kiss, and I forgot my concern as he let me slide down his body. The rigid erection pressing against me had my blood heating. He eased back, took the wine glass, and set it on the bedside table. In one swift move, he got rid of my jeans, tee, and underwear.
“On the bed, Logan. Legs spread.” He dropped a strip of condoms on the nightstand. At the stark need in those green eyes, I had no recourse but to do as he wanted. Max was a very visual person. He liked seeing me splayed out for him. My inhibition vanishing, I widened my legs, aware of how wet I was. And dying to have him inside me.
His gaze slid between my thighs as he pulled off his tee and kicked off his sneakers. Slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans, then his fingers stilled.
I met his heated stare, baited him in a husky whisper. “Need help?”
Without a word, he crawled between my legs and placed a kiss on my belly.
“Spoilsport.”
Something darker flashed in his gaze. “Yeah?”
Instinctively, I scooted away. With that look, it wouldn’t bode well for me.
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back. With his jean-clad knees, he spread my knees wider. Grabbed both my wrists in one hand.Oh, shit.
Reaching for the wine on the nightstand, he dipped a finger into the glass.
“Max, the sheets—”
“Shall I stop…everything?”
At his cool stare, I shut it.
“Good. Lie still, no moving. You do, then you’re in serious trouble.”
“What are you going to do?” I taunted, wondering how far I could push him. “Make me beg?”
That cool gaze went a deeper shade of green. “Yes…after I spank that sweet ass of yours.”
My mouth dropped open. He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Curiously, I wondered if he’d actually do it.
Blame it on the wine, my mouth went off. “You won’t make me beg—you want me too much.”
He stilled, eyes narrowing. That he didn’t say a word sent a thread of wariness through me. And I lay there, splayed open, my hands shackled in his—he could do whatever he wanted.
He dipped his finger into the glass of merlot again and slowly teased it across my puckered nipple, and like a bud unfurling, it hardened. I shuddered at the cold sensation on my body. He leaned over and sucked my hardened peak into his warm mouth. A moan of pure need escaped me, my body arched, desperate for more, but he reached across to the nightstand and retrieved the glass, then placed my hands above my head. Waited.
When I didn’t move them, gripped my pillow instead, he straightened. Eesh, I knew what he wanted. My obedience.
Holding my gaze, he tipped the crystal slightly. Several ice-cold drops fell between my breasts and rolled down the sides. My gasp turned to a shudder.
Leaning over me, he lapped them off my skin. “I’m not one for wine,” he murmured, a wet finger trailing more liquid from my sternum to my belly, his warm tongue followed. “But I might just make an exception when served on your body.”
God. I bit my lip, all thoughts fleeing my mind. I wanted his mouth on my clit—no, I wanted him inside me, filling me. I wanted it all.
