Fake Fiancée(47)

All I needed was him. Every nerve in my channel lit up, grasping for more.

I reached up and pulled his head down to mine. “More,” I whispered.

He went further inside, easing in and then sliding out excruciatingly slow.

“Max . . .” I begged. “Give it to me.”

He came right back, his hand tugging my face to kiss me deeply as he stroked into me, building up to a fast-paced rhythm. I writhed and clutched his shoulders, sensation building at the base of my spine. My nails dug into his hipbones as I arched into the sleek slide of his cock. He went harder, faster, bending his head to my chest.

“Sunshine . . . this . . . you . . . so much . . .” his voice was gravelly and full of need. Desperate.

Yes. Yes. I rotated my hips against him, swiveling.

He adjusted for a new angle with his hips, going deeper, and I took it all, trying to give back as good as he gave. “You’re mine,” he breathed against my neck.

My heart jumped at those words. Palming his scalp with my hands, I pulled his face to mine and stared at him, willing him to know me. “I’m yours.”

His finger slipped between our connected bodies and found my center again and strummed, spreading the wetness. Gasping, I lost myself completely, my fingers digging into his back, tearing at him as I shattered into a million pieces. I didn’t know where he ended and I began. The sheer enormity of us made me gasp as I gripped his shoulders and rode out my orgasm.

I’d never had this with Bart.

He roared his release, his neck muscles in stark relief as his cock tightened and expanded inside me. Panting, he rested on top of me for a few heartbeats and then flipped us over until I was lying on him. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, just our heavy breaths filling up the silence in the room.

I cleared my throat, my heart still pounding. “Was that . . . was that normal?”

He knew what I meant.

That hadn’t been hook-up sex.

That had been out-of-this-fucking-world-mind-blowing-when-can-we-do-it-again sex.

“Max?” I asked after he’d been silent for too long.

His long lashes dropped against his cheek, as if he didn’t want me to see what he was thinking. He swallowed. “Not normal.”

Yeah. That. That was just the answer I needed. “Thank you,” I whispered.





Max

WHEN I CAME TO ABOUT an hour later, she was still draped across me, her right leg between mine. The floor was cool but not cold. I barely noticed. It could have been an iceberg in here and I wouldn’t have moved from this spot.

Her eyes peeked open, and my greedy gaze ate her up, taking in the way her body fit neatly into mine. Since the moment we’d met, she’d checked all my boxes for what I’d never realized I wanted in a girl—and it was more than just looks. Sure, she was beautiful, but it had been her willingness to stand up to me that first day that had gotten my attention. I’d seen the vulnerability in her that day too—the careful way she kept her distance from me, holding back. God, I didn’t want her to do that anymore.

I rose up and kissed her. “I want you slow,” I said against her lips, my hips already arching into her.

“Yes . . .” She grasped my cock and stroked with the heel of her hand, rubbing over the head.

I kissed her harder, my hand on her ass, pushing her into me. She spread her legs just enough for me to glide across her velvet center.

“Fuck . . . Sunny . . .” I teased her with pulses of my hips, my cock weeping at the thought of riding her raw. But I didn’t do that. Condoms were a must.

I scrambled over to my jeans, pilfered through my wallet until I found one. I kissed it and sent her a grin. “Last one.” I walked back to her and came to a complete stop, noticing what was in the back corner past the shelving. “I’ll be damned.”

“What?”

I bent down and swept her up in my arms. “There’s a chaise lounge back there.”

A wide smile broke out when she followed my gaze. “Lead on, Quarterback.”

My lids went low. Because my mind was dirty as hell. “You’re gonna ride me.”

She shuddered, her eyelids squeezing together.

We made it to the pillowy chair, just barely, because my hands were too busy cupping her creamy breasts. I fell down on my ass and brought her with me.

“It’s probably been here a hundred years,” she said, a flush on her cheeks.

“Do you care?” My hand roamed the curve of her hip. I squeezed.

She shook her head, a curtain of hair hiding her face. That shyness again. I loved it.

After sliding on the condom, I gripped my cock and slid inside her. She moved over me and I played with her piercing, sucking. My touch was tender as I cupped her face and watched her move.

Everything but us faded away.

Crazy. Intense. And so damn good. It scared me a little—but I pushed it away.

Tingles of pleasure washed over me, and I grunted, my pumps faster. “I want behind you,” I whispered. She nodded, and I flipped her over, held her waist, and glided inside. She was dripping wet, and I groaned as I took her, her feet planted on the floor to keep us steady. My fingers went to her clit and stroked in little circles. I bent over her and whispered how hot she was and how much I wanted her.

Tossing her head back, she met my eyes, the heat I saw sending me higher. Something else passed between us—a breathless moment wrapped in such need and intensity that I couldn’t fathom it. I didn’t understand it, and it was forgotten as she came apart in front of me.