She cuts her eyes my way.Finally. “Don’t. It does things for your shoulders.”
Laughing softly, I put my mouth on hers. She kisses me back, using her teeth to nip and make her displeasure felt. I grin at the small sting, enjoying her showing her claws. She’s never done that before, and it’s really adorable. If I’d known she could be this temperamental, I might’ve called her Kitty instead of Freckles.
Feeling mischievous and rebellious—and more importantly, needing to forget the horror of seeing my dad and Selena back to back—I pull Max closer. She lets out a small sound of protest, but her mouth continues to plunder mine. A coppery tang coats my tongue. “You bit me hard enough to draw blood.”
“Maybe you did something to deserve it,” she says, her voice low and dangerous.
“Savage.”
“Just marking my territory.” Jealousy still crackles in her green-eyed gaze—hot and thrilling. “Maybe I’ll mark you some more.”
Her mouth goes to the side of my neck and pulls the skin in hard enough to smart. My heart races at her blunt display of possession—it makes me feel wanted, desired and cherished, feel that I’m worth the effort despite all the bullshit that comes with me, the ex and the inane parents. And I want to belong to her.
Want me,Freckles.Think of only me,nothing else—not my parents,not the scandals—and I’ll give you the world,I promise.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight so she can feel my cock pulsing for her. She places her hand over it in a blatant show of dominion. I put my hand on hers and draw it over the thick length. “Feel that? I’m aching for you.”
She hums her approval softly against my neck, her fingers flexing over my shaft. Jolts of pleasure race up my spine. My blood boils—I feel like I’m being burned from the inside out.
The car stops. A door opens and closes.
Shit.Angelo. I don’t mind continuing, but she will.
Before I can say anything, the door opens. “We’re here!” comes Angelo’s overly cheerful voice. “Oh. Sorry. Uh…” He turns away.
She straightens and plants a hand over her eyes. “You didn’t see that.”
“See what?” He tilts his face up to the sky. “Nice clouds…”
I help her out of the car. “Leave the bags in the foyer, then you’re done for the day,” I instruct Angelo over a shoulder as Max and I walk quickly inside the house. We take long strides past the foyer and the kitchen.
Can’t wait any longer. I pin her against the wall and ravage her mouth. She digs her fingers into my hair, then turns us so I’m the one against the wall. She hums in triumph; I turn us again and push her toward the staircase, my hands roaming all over her irresistible body.
We stumble up the steps, our lips and tongues stroking each other. Max’s aggression doesn’t lessen. She devours me ruthlessly, like a conquering queen staking her claim. My dick’s so hard it’s ready to burst. I’d love nothing more than to plunge into her slick depth.I’m installing an elevator.
Finally, we spill into the bedroom. Impatient, I reach for the hem of her dress, my mouth dropping to her neck.
She puts a hand to my forehead and pushes me back. “You don’t get to leave a mark on me. I’m not the problem here. You are.” She gives me a once-over, her eyes still smoldering and lingering over the spots Selena touched earlier. “Take off those filthy, contaminated clothes. Leave them to be laundered.”
Mesmerized, I pull my tie loose and drop it on the floor. She follows the fluttering of the fabric with her eyes, then looks at me again, cocking an eyebrow in a silent command to continue.
I lose the “radioactive” jacket, then strip out of the vest, taking my time with the buttons. It falls with a soft whisper of fabric. The cuff links are put on the dresser. I yank the hem of my shirt out of my pants, then slowly unbutton from the bottom, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of my abs—one of her absolute favorite parts to linger on. A fiery hunger burns in her gaze, like she wants to eat me alive.
My heart beats with lust, but something else as well. Moments like this, I feel like I’m the only thing that matters to her.
She rolls her wrist. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
I unfasten the rest of the buttons. Her throat works, and she licks her lips. However, she isn’t moving to run her hands over my abs.
“Just how mad are you?”
“Mad enough to draw blood,” she shoots back immediately.
“We can do more enjoyable things. Blood’s a bitch to get out of fabrics.” I glance at the bed and give her my best boyishly charming grin.
She raises both eyebrows. “You think you can get out of anything with a smile?”
“No. But maybe with this.”
