Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
There was no time to leave the sofa. Maxwell was on her too fast, gripping her thighs and dragging her toward him like a man on a mission.
His mouth covered hers in an electrifying kiss that assaulted her senses.
A big, warm hand slipped beneath her dress and moved with intent over the curve of her hip.
Jasmine’s slender fingers cupped the back of his head as she lifted her pelvis in a silent plea for more.
But Maxwell only teased her. He tortured her with a yank on her thong and then grabbed a handful of her ass and firmly squeezed.
She was feverish with need, desperate for the final press of his hard dick inside her. She craved him so much that she was starting to feel a little crazy.
When he slipped his hand between her legs, her whole body jolted.
She was so sensitive there that she choked out a sob.
He massaged her wet sex, and she gasped and trembled.
Gripping his biceps, she held him close to feel the hard plane of his chest against the softness of her breasts.
She kissed his jaw. She kissed his chin, delighting in the way his facial hair gently bruised her swollen lips.
Maxwell lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked her sensitive throat. She sighed her pleasure, stretching like a cat, biting her bottom lip as he used his hot mouth and firm teeth to increase her pleasure and prolong her torment.
But she was right where she wanted to be, at the mercy of his mouth, with his hand between her thighs. She undulated her hips, simulating sex and rubbing her swollen clit over and over against his hand.
She remembered Nicholas’s accusations. Mediocre. Cold fish.
But none of those things were true with Maxwell. Maxwell made her moan. He made her arch her back and beg. He made her chant his name like a prayer as she pleaded for him to take her.
His mouth found hers again, and his blunt fingers traveled up her body, pushing her dress higher until he reached her breasts. He teased and tweaked her nipples until they turned hard as pebbles. But what she needed more than anything was for him to take them into his mouth.
“I want you out of this thing.” His voice was husky and raw.
“Then take me out of this thing.” Jasmine challenged him with her eyes.
Maxwell lifted her in his arms like she weighed a few ounces and marched toward his bedroom.
He placed her on the bed and then began to strip out of his clothes.
First, he shrugged off his shirt and revealed his impressive chest and narrow waist. Next, he unzipped his pants and pushed it and his boxer shorts to the floor before stepping out of them.
Standing before her was a magnificent male, a beautiful human covered in brown muscle. His chest was sprinkled with dark hair that arrowed down to an impressive erection that made her mouth suddenly go dry.
He reached for her thong, and she lifted her hips to ease the drag of the material down her thighs. Then he reached for her dress and she did the same thing—lifting up to allow him to remove it with ease. He dragged the garment over her head and tossed it to the floor with the others.
Maxwell came down on the bed and covered her mouth in another devastating kiss that made her burn with desire. She could kiss him for an eternity and still never be satisfied.
Reaching between them, she took his erection in her hand.
She stroked his silken length, swiping up and down.
She felt satisfaction when he sucked in a deep, unsteady breath.
He was heavy and warm and so very thick.
The memories of their first night came back in a rush, and she whimpered a plea directly into his mouth.
Maxwell pulled her hand from his body and spread her thighs with his knees.
He kissed her collarbone and finally gave her what she wanted.
He moved lower to her breasts. He sucked each one in turn and brought the nipples to tight, stinging points.
This was what she had yearned for, for weeks on end, and dreamed about when she lay alone in her bed at night.
He continued lower. He kissed her belly. He kissed her hips.
Then he tasted her with his tongue.
She jerked off the bed, a cry of surprise at the unexpected pleasure arching over her vocal cords.
Clamping her eyes shut, she relished the sensation of his tongue against her sex.
Her toes curled into knots as his lips joined in, plucking her tender flesh and driving her insane.
Each lick and suck brought her closer to the edge and left her breathless and quivering and panting for more.
“Yessss,” Jasmine whispered, her head swimming, her thoughts concentrated on his mouth between her thighs.
When he gave one long suck on her clit, she soared into oblivion. She came apart on his tongue and locked her thighs around his head until he had wrung every tremor from her spasming body.
Standing, Maxwell licked his damp lips and watched with satisfaction as she lay collapsed on the bed. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, but she knew there was more.
He reached down for his pants and pulled out a condom. He rolled it onto his shaft before coming down on top of her, his eyes filled with the burning heat of desire.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispered huskily. “I can’t believe I get to fuck you again.”
He pushed into her with a guttural groan.
He didn’t move for a moment, his harsh breath beating against her shoulder.
Jasmine stopped breathing and absorbed the sensation of him filling her body.
She moaned because she couldn’t talk. She caressed his back, smoothing her hands down his sides and over to his taut buttocks.
“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, letting her fingernails scrape the curve of his cheeks.
That’s when he began to move. His strokes were deep and unhurried. He did exactly like she’d said in the living room—made love to her as if there was nothing else he’d rather be doing.
“I swear you were made for me,” Maxwell rasped.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of her soft gasps and his grunts, her trembling cries and his heavy groans.
“Max...” she whimpered. She wanted another orgasm. She needed it like her next breath. She caressed his back and kissed his throat, tasting the saltiness of his skin.
He took her to the edge of ecstasy and ruthlessly dragged her back, ramping up the tension that coiled in her belly.
His thrusting hips drove her into the mattress, and she met each thrust with a frenzied pump of her own.
They stared into each other’s eyes and she felt their connection deepen.
They were so in tune with each other’s needs, as if they had been made for one another.
Maxwell dropped his head and sank his teeth into her neck.
That solitary move helped her reach the summit.
A helpless sound of surrender left her throat.
A raw, unadulterated response to the orgasm that powered through her.
Her whole body clenched around him. She gripped his shoulder blades and pressed her heels into his buttocks.
He bucked hard between her thighs, whispering her name, his breath brushing her shoulder as he too surrendered to the climax. They rocked back and forth. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their sweat-damp bodies locked together as they trembled through the aftermath.
Afterward, they lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Jasmine’s heart hammered her chest. She had nothing left to give but to gently rub his back and listen to their breathing as they struggled to return it to normal.
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She didn’t want to move, but reluctantly, Jasmine rolled to a sitting position. Her movement shook Maxwell from his doze.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked groggily.
“I need to go.” She swung her feet over the side of the bed.
“Go?” He sounded confused.
She looked back at him. He was on his side with the sheet lying over his waist. She wanted nothing more than to remain cuddled up against him but didn’t want to overstay her welcome.
“Yes,” she answered, with a heavy heart.
“No. Don’t leave.” One muscular arm reached out, and before she knew what was happening, he had pulled her toward him. “Get back under the covers.”
“It’s late,” Jasmine said, flopping onto the pillow.
“Exactly.” He pulled the sheet over her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, not putting up a fight.
“Come here.”
Maxwell gathered her in his arms and kissed her neck and her shoulder. They were unhurried kisses. Soft and affectionate.
“Why won’t you let me leave?” She touched his sexy lips with her fingertips.
His slumberous eyes opened wider. “I want you to stay the night. I want to wake up next to you in the morning.” He placed a gentle kiss at the center of her forehead. “Go to sleep. Don’t make me tie you to this bed.”
He closed his eyes.
Jasmine watched him sleep for a few minutes. Then she rolled onto her side and backed up against him. His arm settled on her waist, and she relaxed, snuggling closer, savoring his musky male scent and the sensation of naked flesh against naked flesh.
Then she did as he told her and went to sleep.