33. Max #3
“You did that,” I said. It came out easier than I thought it would.
She stood on her toes for a second and tugged on my coat just enough to make her point. I laughed and bent down to kiss her, right there on the porch.
* * *
I parked in front of Emma’s place and turned off the engine. The street was quiet, just one streetlamp lighting the sidewalk. She unclicked her seatbelt and turned to me, her eyes warm. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”
She kissed me before I could say anything. It wasn’t a polite, goodnight kiss; it was deep and hungry. Her lips were hot against mine, and her tongue swept in like she wanted to steal my breath. I groaned, a mix of surprise and desire coursing through me, kissing her back just as hard.
When she pulled away, I stared at her, dazed, my chest rising and falling like I’d just skated another period. “I’ll walk you to your door,” I said, my voice rough.
She smiled a wicked little smile. “Or,” she said, her eyes shining, “you could walk me inside.”
I swallowed hard, and my heart started to race. The way she was looking at me left no room for doubt. No hesitation. Just a clear, deliberate invitation.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding before I could think twice. “Yeah, okay.”
The front door clicked shut. Emma took off her coat and cardigan, letting out a sigh of relief as she stepped out of her heels. I kicked off my shoes behind her and stared at the long line of her back, watching the loose fabric skim over her curves.
Before she could turn, I stepped in close, my chest brushing her back. My hands slid around her waist, pulling her close against me.
“Straight to business, huh…?” she started, but her voice broke when I bent down to kiss the side of her neck.
It wasn’t just want – it was a hard, aching hunger that had been building for weeks and hit me all at once. She tilted her head, giving me more room, and I groaned against her skin, tasting the faint scent of her perfume.
“God, you smell so good, Em.”
I tightened one arm around her middle while my other hand moved up, cupping her breast through her dress.
Her sharp inhale just about wrecked me. I wanted to take my time, to draw it out, but she felt so damn good.
Her head fell back on my shoulder, her body pliant against mine.
I hooked the strap of her dress and slid it off her shoulder, revealing smooth skin.
I kissed her there, slow and wet, tasting her while she pushed back against me.
“Max…” she whispered, needy now, her hands gripping mine.
I smiled against her skin and let my teeth graze her collarbone. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
She laughed softly, breathless. “You won’t.”
And she was right: I couldn’t. Not tonight.
As soon as I pulled the other strap down, her dress gave up the fight and pooled at her feet.
Seeing her in nothing but black lace made my chest tighten.
I kept one hand on her breast, my thumb teasing her nipple through the lace, savouring the way her body tensed against mine and the soft, breathy sound that escaped her lips.
Fuck, I loved that sound. My other hand traced lower, over her stomach, her hip, and finally between her thighs.
She jerked against my touch with a gasp, and I almost lost it right then.
“Max…”
Hearing my name like that went straight to my gut.
I didn’t say anything. I sucked on the soft skin of her throat until I knew I would leave a mark.
My hand moved from her breast and wrapped around her throat, tilting her head back so I could see everything – every flicker of her face and every desperate twitch of her mouth.
“Eyes on me,” I said, needing her to see – not just what I was doing to her, but what she did to me.
Her pupils blew wide, her lips parted, and I pushed my fingers down, sliding one inside. Her head hit my shoulder. Fuck, she was tight – hot and gripping me like she’d never let go. I curled my finger, deep and steady, and she shook.
“One,” I rasped, more to myself than to her, before giving her more. Another finger.
The way she clenched around me nearly broke my control. I set a slow, merciless rhythm, my thumb circling her while my fingers pushed deeper.
Her body rocked against my hand, every breath jagged. “Please…”
I tightened my hold on her throat, bending her head back just enough to watch her fall apart. Her thighs were shaking, her chest heaving, her whole body tightening under my hands.
“Come for me,” I ordered, my voice rough in her ear.
She did – hard. She broke apart around my hand, clenching so tightly I swore. I swallowed her cry with my mouth and kissed her through every pulse, my fingers relentless until she sagged against me, wrecked.
I pulled back just enough to see her face, flushed and dazed, her lips swollen from my kiss. My cock throbbed at the sight of her like that, held up only by me. She was giving me everything, and God, I hoped she knew I’d never take it for granted.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” I whispered. I kissed her again, already wanting more. I knew I’d never get enough. Not of her.