“No, you didn’t.” Bo took a deep breath. “But maybe youcouldhave.”
Max swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple stark against the strong lines of his throat. “I told you I’m not good with vague. So, I’m going to need you — incredibly clearly — to please explain what you mean by that.”
Bo’s heart was racing in her chest. Trembling, she took a step towards Max. “I mean, if you need toloseyourself in something after performing . . . and I’m here . . . well . . .”
Max’s mouth dropped open, and he looked so genuinely stunned that Bo wondered if she’d made an almighty fuck up by offering herself to him on a — well, not quite silver platter, she wasn’t so fancy as that. Still, she was offering herself to himon, at the very least, a good-quality tray, and it seemed to have shocked him into an uncharacteristic silence.
Suddenly, a horrific thought hit her.
“Oh God,” she exclaimed. “Do you have girlfriend or boyfriend, or something like that?”
“Bo—”
“You said you lost yourself inother thingsafter performing . . . I got that you meant sex, but I never equated that sex with another person, and I . . .” Bo felt mortified. Maybe she’d imagined the tension between them. Maybe she’d imagined the almost kiss between them the night before. Maybe it was all in her head, and she’d just inappropriately propositioned a man who had been nothing but respectful and kind to her, given their circumstances.
“Bo—”
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. I should’ve waited for Willa to call me back. I told her to call me back or I’d fuck you again — well, notfuckyou again, not now that I know you have a girlfriend or boyfriend — and she would’ve kept me right. She’s my voice of reason and she knows what I’m like. I’m too impetuous, that’s what my sister always says, and I never know when to keep my mouth shut and—”
And Max kissed her.
He stepped towards her like a man on a mission, pulling her roughly into his arms, one hand around her waist and the other pulling on the towel that was still firmly wrapped around her hair. He tilted her head back, his lips meeting hers forcefully, the pressure of his kiss so strong and welcome that Bo instantly kissed him back, wrapping her own arms around his neck and clinging to him. Her mind, already running at a million miles an hour, was now in an utter jumble. All rational thought disappeared as Max deepened his kiss, his tongue running over her bottom lip, her mouth opening to welcome him. All hernerves were on fire, her skin tingling and nipples now aching beneath her terry-cloth robe. Max, feeling her responses, pushed her against the kitchen table, dropping his head to kiss and suck at the delicate skin where her neck and shoulder met.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he whispered between kisses into her skin. “I did have one, but I ended it last summer.”
Even with Max’s mouth still moving over her skin, Bo felt a sharp and probably unreasonable spark of jealousy. She moved her hands into his hair, gripping it between her fingers, trying to direct his mouth back to hers. He resisted the movement however, lifting her upwards and settling her on the table. Her thighs spread and Max moved between them, pulling the towel from her head and throwing it to the ground next to them. He stopped for a moment, winding one of his hands into her damp hair, the other leaning on the table, supporting his weight and hers.
“You want me?” His words were hot against her cheek, and Bo blinked, her body shaky with desire, uncertain for a moment as to whether they were a statement or a question. He was looking down at her intently though, his lips slightly parted while his eyes were searching and intense. A question then. Bo licked her lips.
“Well, do you want me?” she asked him back, and he shook his head in amazement, pushing her back so that she lay flat on the table. Without waiting a moment, he pulled at the tie on her robe, the knot sliding open and the fabric parting easily. Cool air plucked at Bo’s naked skin, and she panted slightly when Max ran his hand — his warm and unbearably sexy hand — down the length of her body. Her back arched into his touch and a whimper escaped her lips.
“Fuck.” Max exhaled, admiration in his eyes. “You’re beautiful. Of course I want you.”
“You kissed me,” she whispered, without knowing why, but wanting to say the words, as though saying them would make it all feel more real.
“You wanted me to,” Max replied knowingly, running his hand over her body again and eliciting another sigh of pleasure from her lips. She turned her head to the side, arching once more.
“I guess it was a good way of getting me to shut up,” she remarked, and Max shook his head, one hand hovering tantalizing over her breast.
“That wasn’t my intention,” he told her, and he leaned over to press his mouth briefly against hers. “My mind went a little blank after you asked me to have sex with you again.”
“I didn’t ask,” Bo reminded him, and he chuckled.
“No. Not out loud.”
She took a deep breath. “Do you . . . do you want me to ask?”
He paused at that, his hands falling still and his mouth only slightly parted as he stared at her. Something hot and heavy fell between them, and Bo felt her body flood with a new and strange kind of desire.
You have got to look up kink,she reminded herself.Like, put down your vibrator for five minutes and get onto the internet, Bo.
Max shifted, leaning over now so that her body was pinned beneath his own. A thrill of excitement ran through Bo, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, around those chino shorts that were driving her wild. “What if I want you to beg?” he asked her, and he nuzzled into her shoulder. He lifted one of his hands, running it down her body until it reached the apex of her thighs. He pushed two fingers inside of her, and Bo’s mouth fell open in a noiseless gasp. “What if I want you to tell me how much you want me; how much you need me right now?”
“Make me,” Bo begged in return, and Max shook his head. He kissed a trail down her chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth before moving to the other, briefly warming it with his lips before returning to her mouth.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he replied, kissing her hard. “That’s not our game, is it?”
Oh fuck, he called you sweetheart,Bo’s head warned her, even as her body sang out its approval.And we have a game now?What the fuck?What is this man doing to me?
