Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(140)

“Will you shut up? You’re ruining my moment.”

“Your moment?”

“Yes, I have a kickass tattoo on my hip. It’s a tattoo made by my man, and I like seeing his name on my body. So, I’m looking in the mirror, enjoying the way it looks and the way it makes me feel, and you’re ruining it with your grizzly bear, alpha male, growly shit,” she huffs.

I slide my arms around her and pull her into me. I kiss her forehead and tuck her head under my neck. “How does it make you feel?” I ask, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feel of her in my arms.

“Sexy.”

“Kitten, you are always sexy.”

“It’s an eagle’s wing,” she whispers, and I can be completely stupid about most things, but I hear the happiness in her words.

“Yeah,” I tell her my voice suddenly tight.

“Why your name woven in an eagle’s wing, Max?” she asks.

I think about not telling her. I don’t have the greatest of luck with women. I wouldn’t give you a damn penny for the women that have walked in and out of my life. Marcum is right though. Tess is different. There’s not a woman I’ve ever met who would go through the fires of hell like she has, for a f*cker like me. I’ve given her nothing unless you count orgasms. Still, here she is; proud to wear my name on that f*cking delicious skin of hers. Here she is; still willing to go away with me, even with all the shit that has happened in the last few days. Fuck. Who am I kidding? I kidnapped her. I held her hostage and forced her to go with me since day one, and she’s still here. I may not understand what is between Tess and myself, but I do know it’s something worth embracing. It’s worth sticking your neck out for. So I give it to her.

“An eagle can’t fly without its wing, Tess.”

She pulls away, and those green eyes shine with moisture. I catch a lone tear that slides from her face with my thumb.

“I make you fly, Max?”

That softly spoken question sounds so innocent, so hopeful. Does she even recognize that if I give her what she’s searching for, it is like giving her the power to destroy me?

“You make me soar, Tess. You make me soar.”

More tears fall, but she’s smiling and through her choked laughter she still finds a way to give me hell. “You sounded almost like it hurt to admit that, Max.”

“Stop mocking me, before I paddle that ass,” I warn her while turning away to finish cleaning my stuff.

My back is turned, so I don’t see what she’s doing. Therefore, when her voice drags out long and in a pouty tone, I am not prepared for what my eyes see when I turn around.

“Max…..”

She’s lying on the bed, still completely naked. She’s on her stomach and has her ass curved out waiting for me. My dick instantly begs for her attention. What was it I said about her leading me by my cock? It’s probably too late, but what a f*cking way to go.

“If I come over there, Tess, I’m f*cking that ass, not just paddling it.”

“You’ve been preparing me, Max. If you say I’m ready. I’m ready. I told you; everything is yours.”

I don’t know if there are better words in the dictionary than that. She’s mine.

“Are you sure you up to this, Kitten?” I ask giving her time to back out, trying to remember what we’ve been through. I need her, but I’m not putting my demands before her needs. Tess is the first woman to really mean anything to me.

Her full lips curve in a smile that holds secrets as old as time.

“The question, Max, is if you’re up to it,” she replies with just a touch of sass in her voice. Her eyes lock on my crotch, so her meaning is clear. My dick is straining against my jeans, and my woman is looking at me full of hunger. There’s not a man I know who can turn down that combination.

I step away from my equipment and undo my pants, watching her the entire time. My dick springs out, hard and stiff and leaning towards her because the f*cker knows; that way lays paradise. The room is silent, so hearing Tess’s breath roughen makes me smile. I love that I get to her as much as she does me. Fuck, if I had met her years ago, my life would have been so different.

I finish undressing, doing it slowly, so she can watch it all. I stroke my cock, firmly a few times, loving the way she bites on her bottom lip as she watches.

“You need something, Kitten?” I ask, letting my fingers play with the pre-cum I’ve pumped from my cock.

I catch the pearl, glistening stream on the pad of my index finger and pull the strand from my cock, using my thumb to gather up more. My move my hand to my pecs, finding my nipple and rubbing the liquid on it. I close my eyes, imagining that it’s her tongue on me. The vision is so perfect; I can’t wait. I walk to her, and she’s sitting up watching everything I do. I grab her by the back of the neck pulling her to me.

“Suck,” I hiss.

Her greedy little tongue darts over my nipple, lapping at it before sucking hard with a moan, tasting me and wanting more. She is…goddamn…she’s perfect.

“More,” she whispers when she breaks away.

Using my hold on her neck, I push her down to my cock. Tess doesn’t even blink; her tongue laps against the head of my cock like a hungry kitten discovering warm milk. She cleans my head while seeking more and I’ve never seen anything so f*cking sexy. She opens her mouth and sucks just my head inside, letting her tongue continue to tease. Just as I’m getting used to that feeling, she slides her luscious mouth down my cock completely. I groan at the feel of her throat relaxing against my cock, and she slips me further into the wet warmth. My hands tangle in her hair by reflex, pressing my advantage and pushing; slightly hungry for more of her brand of pleasure.