Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Max admitted his feelings to Desiree, wearing his armored heart on his sleeve. While his call sign was “Beast”, his teammates, including Teddy, were starting to tease him and call him a monk.
A few of his friends even asked if he’d switched teams and went gay. The jokes were never ending.
When Bradley “took the girl”, he’d tried playing the field for a couple of months. The three attempts at a one-night stand were fucking nightmares for him.
They all thought he had erectile disfunction because he couldn’t get hard with them. Yet, as soon as he’d seen Desiree, hear her voice or her laugh, smell her scent, he was harder than a steel post used to build a damn wall.
It was like once she was close, his body took over and was ready for action. When she was out of sight, his body didn’t give two shits about other females that were fuckable.
After all the failed attempts at dating, he just gave up and focused on his career and working out. He accepted being alone for the rest of his life.
“Why now?” Desiree asked him, staring him down.
“Why not? Seeing you again when you pulled off that extract in Charlotte and with what’s going on now, I realized I need to shit or get off the pot.
So, I’m here, with you. Taking care of you the way that you deserve.
I would really like a chance with you, if you’ll consider it. We can take it at your pace.”
Max moved to get up, but Desiree grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. She continued to look at him in confusion.
“You really liked me back then? Why didn’t you say something before?”
“Would you have left him or given me a chance if I had?” Max asked, already knowing the answer.
“After everything you’ve been through, you needed time to heal.
Find yourself. Especially after you left the Army.
I knew you were having a hard time after that last deployment you did before you got out.
I kept tabs on you through my brother, without his knowledge.
Now, someone is targeting you, I can’t let anything happen to you.
I don’t want to lose you, again.” Max admitted, looking down at her lips, wishing he could taste them.
Before Max could say or do anything else during the awkward silence that followed, Desiree moved forward and planted her lips with his. She traced his lips with her tongue, making him moan as he opened his lips for her.
He drank her in as their tongues fought for control. Rolling her over to her back, he won control of the kiss, teasing her, tasting her, drowning in her.
Fuck could this woman kiss and steal the air from his lungs. He could drown in her kisses and die a happy man right now.
The taste of her lips had him so fucking hard it hurt to even breathe right now. If she even lowered her hand down there and touched him, he’d come in his pants just a fucking teenage virgin and embarrass the hell out of himself.
He nearly did just that when he felt one of her legs wrap around his hips. Fuck, this woman was sex on a damn stick and God help him, he wanted her all for himself.
What the fuck Bradley was thinking of cheating on this woman is beyond him. If he could make her his, he’d hunt that mother fucker down and beat his sorry ass for causing her an ounce of hurt for what he did to her.
When she moaned into the kiss, his control went from strong to barely there. Max broke the kiss and started kissing his way down her neck.
He lifted her shirt and teased her nipples, licking, sucking, nipping, teasing. He smiled against her breasts when she lifted her back off of the bed trying to force him to do more.
Once both her nipples were hard peaks, he started to kiss his way down her stomach to her thighs. He avoided that area on purpose.
He wanted to savor the time they had together and make her squirm. When she gripped his hair, trying to move him where she wanted him, he chuckled against her skin.
He teased more with his tongue, licking around her clit, refusing to touch it, making her buck her hips. He used his hands to hold her hips still.
He swiped his tongue into her pussy, tasting her essence which was driving him fucking wild. Jesus Christ on a RPG she was going to be the death of him with that taste.
“Fuck!” Desiree moaned out in pleasure.
“Patience, hell cat.” Max said against her pussy.
As he went back for more of her taste, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Max smirked as he started to gorge himself on her pussy.
He’ll let her handle that distraction. It would be interesting on how she handles that while getting her kitty cat devoured.
“Desiree? You okay in there?” A male voice asked through the door.
“Yes. I’m fine. I stubbed my toe.” Desiree panted, refusing to let Max’s hair go. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“Sis, why is the door locked? You sure you’re okay in there?” Teddy asked, knocking again.
Max stopped and moved up to kiss Desiree’s lip. “Never did give me an answer, hell cat.”
“Answer to what?” Desiree panted, glaring at him.
“I told you why I stayed away the way I did. Will you give me a chance to show you how you should have been treated. Give us a chance?” Max asked again, his hand teasing her clit.
“After I take you for a test drive. If you can make me scream the roof off of my house, then you may have a shot.”
“Nope, doesn’t work like that, hell cat. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I don’t do that drive-by fucking and I’m not a booty call. I have standards, princess.” Max winked down at Desiree.
“Bullshit. I’ve seen some of the hookers you’ve hooked up with.” Desiree continued to glare at him.
“Nope. Never fucked them.” Max admitted matter of factly.
“Desiree, if you don’t answer me, I’m kicking this door down.” Teddy banged on the door again.