“We’re not there anymore, Max.”
Max kissed her jaw and nipped at her neck. “This will be better than where we were. I promise.”
She laughed and held his face in her hands, bringing his mouth to hers again. He met her soft gray eyes, and her smile faded.
“I’m trying.” Her voice was so husky and serious.
I’m falling in love with you.Derek had been right, and he wanted to tell her. But not now. He needed to give her a chance to think about what he had said. Give her a chance to think about a future that they shaped together, not the pressures that could shape them.
Max fingered the buttons of her pajama top. One by one, he slowly unfastened them. The shirt slipped down over her shoulders revealing the tops of her breasts.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I could spend the whole day getting off with your beautiful tits.”
Her breath caught. Then she smiled a slow, sexy smile. “I feel the same about many of your parts.” She reached between them and put her hand on his cock.
He groaned. Fuck, it felt good. And he wanted her to feel just as good right now.
“Hold that thought, darling,” he said, moving her hand to his waist. “Let’s go a little slower.”
His hands skimmed over the curve of her hips, and he bent down and took a mouthful of one plump breast. Her skin was soft. He could have sworn he still tasted the ocean on her skin, but maybe it was just her. He sucked experimentally, swirling his tongue over her nipple, and she shivered and moaned. He did it again, and her fingers flexed hard into the muscles of his torso. He kissed a trail to her other breast and opened his mouth for another taste. Natasha arched into him and breathed out his name.
He wanted this woman, and his dick throbbed, begging for attention. He kissed a trail up to her neck, to her ear. But when he looked down, it was her. Natasha. The woman he teased, who made him laugh, who came on to him and stripped for him in her bedroom window. This time, it was for real.
“Natasha,” he groaned, cupping her face.
Her eyes softened as she stared up at him. His lips crashed against hers, starved for so long, so achingly hungry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulled him to her. She opened for him, licking, biting, and he responded, searching for more of her. The magic pulled between them. Her lips were so soft and salty-sweet, and he took the bottom one between his teeth. Fuck, he had to be careful or he would devour her. He caressed her mouth with his tongue, teasing, showing her how it would be if she gave him a chance. He traced a line down her stomach, slipping his hand into her pajama bottoms.
His fingers reached the warm, wet heat and then he found her clit. Yeah, he definitely found it, by the way she was twisting and panting and breathing his name. Max’s brain stuttered as the urge for more stepped up another notch. Her cries stirred a deep rumble in his chest.
Too many clothes. He wanted to sink deep inside her, to hear her moan, to feel her shudder. But he couldn’t get himself to let go of her. Max took a deep breath and released her.
Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Why are we stopping?”
“Just give me a second,” he groaned.
After a few more breaths, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and found a condom. The wallet dropped to the floor, then the wrapper, and he unzipped himself and finally, finally let his aching cock free. Slowly, he rolled on the condom.
His entire body was tingling, and his cock was fighting to shut out every thought except one: sink deep into her sweet heat. But not yet. “It’s so good between us, Natasha. That’s not going to change.”
He lifted his hand to her cheek and waited until her eyes met his. She hesitated, and when she finally blinked up at him, her eyes were filled with wonder. As if she was searching just as hard to make sense of this as he was. Then the wonder in her eyes turned to molten heat. This was happening, right now.
She tugged down her pajama bottoms, and they fell to the floor. Her eyes narrowed with lust.
“Hold on, sweetheart.”
He lifted her. Natasha’s legs opened around him, positioning herself over his rock-hard erection. He leaned forward, pressing her back against the door, his face buried in her hair. Slowly, he lowered her, inch by inch. Her breaths came faster in sharp pants. Heat, so much warmth, calling him.
“I’m going to drown in you, Max,” she whispered.
“Then we’ll go down together. I’m right there with you,” he said. “I promise.”
Fuck, she was going to drive him insane. He was done with slow. He was done with holding back. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, and he let out a groan of deep satisfaction.Yes.
“You can bite me as hard as you want to,” he said, teeth gritted. “It makes my cock even harder.”
Before she could react, he moved his hips, pulling out and coming in. Natasha tilted her head back and moaned. He held her up against the door, her soft ass in his hands, drove into her, again and again. Her nails dug into his biceps, his muscles strained from lifting her, from the relentless thrusts, and his balls tingled with the promise of ecstasy. His whole body was alive. This was so goddamn perfect.
Natasha’s moans turned to cries, and she clawed at his back, pulling herself closer. The still-functioning parts of his mind warred between the need to come and the even deeper need to wait for her.
