She, the Kingdom (She #1)(48)

“Where did he touch you?”

“None of your business.”

“What was it? A picnic? Blanket? You were lying together?”

“Max, for God’s sake—”

“Tell me!” he yelled, the veins in his neck bulging.

“Yes.”

He looked away, his teeth clenched.

“Max,” I said, reaching out for him.

“You’re fired,” he said, leaving me for the door.

“What?” Panic came over me, and I chased him. “Max. Max!” I yelled, pushing the door closed when he opened it. He glowered at me. “You can’t fire me! I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not in breach of contract.”

He looked devastated. “I can’t do this. I can’t feel like this again.”

“What?” He tried to open the door, but I pushed it closed again. “What the hell are you talking about?”

His eyes scanned my face, and then he took my cheeks in his hands, pressing his lips against mine. His mouth tasted exactly like I’d imagined, felt the way I’d hoped. He pressed me against the door, slipping his tongue past my lips without permission.

“Where did he touch you?” he asked against my mouth. His hand left my back and he cupped the underside of my breast, letting his thumb slide over my nipple. “Here?” His mouth was on mine before I could answer, and his hand slid down my side to cup my ass. “Here?” he asked with a squeeze. He kissed me again as his hand followed the curve of my leg to my inner thigh. “Did he touch you here?” His warm fingers dug into my flesh as he sealed his mouth on mine, rendering me a frantic, eager girl under the commanding hands of a man. His hand slid upward, and without hesitation, he brushed my panties aside, sliding two fingers between my soaking wet lips. “Here?”

I shook my head, and my mouth fell open, sucking in a faltering breath.

Max crashed into me, forcing me against the door. The door knob ground into my back, but he kissed me like he needed me, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth. I pulled him toward me, and he instantly reacted, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom.

When he set me on my feet, I clawed at the buttons of his shirt, tearing the last two as I yanked it open and down. He reached back and pulled his undershirt over his head, grabbing at me again while I scrambled to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Max slid my shoulder straps over my arms and then pushed my dress down until it fell around my ankles. He paused for just a moment, taking me in. He’d seen most of me naked, but not like this. Not just before we were going to do whatever the hell we wanted—agreements, contracts, vows, and morals be damned.

I didn’t want to think about what I was doing, much less what I’d been doing the hour before. I was tired of being a slave to what was right, contracts, and what everyone else thought. Max wasn’t tender like Colton, forcing me back onto my bed and crawling up my body until he reached my mouth again, only to lick and suck his way down. I twisted my fingers in his hair as he ripped my panties down my legs and dove in.

He stroked my soft skin with his tongue, but this time he wasn’t trying to relax. I twisted my fingers into his dark tresses, and he seemed to pull me harder against his mouth. Max reached up, sliding, searching until he’d found what he was looking for. He skimmed the underside of my breast with his thumb, and when I let out a sigh, he took a handful and squeezed, pulling the part of me that belonged to him against his face with his other hand.

I wanted more. What he was doing was little beyond the business transaction we’d been exchanging for months. I wanted to his body on mine, to feel his weight on top of me, and his hands grabbing at parts of me he didn’t own. I wanted him to take what was mine. That thought made my thighs tingle, and when he simultaneously sucked and then flicked his tongue in just the right spot, my insides tensed. I blinked, completely unfamiliar with the building tension inside of me, but each time Max dug his fingers into my skin, my clit ached for more.

I felt like a different person, recklessly ignoring my responsibilities or what that moment might mean later as I pressed his head down, shifting my hips and spreading my knees to offer myself to him in a more vulnerable way than he was accustomed. He moaned, willfully drowning in me. The low sound from his throat reverberated, settling somewhere deep within me, and I realized that’s all I wanted.

“Max,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”

Those five words sent him into a frenzy. He hooked my knees over his shoulders and my ankles at his back, grabbing my ass and pulling it toward him as he took my clit into his mouth, sucking over and over. Floating in the pleasure of wherever our bodies touched: his fingers pressing into my skin, his lips pulling my clit into his mouth, his tongue moving in a way that was so different than before—more than just for relaxation. Max was begging me to let go, but he was in no hurry. We both knew if anyone could get me to come, it was him, and I wanted nothing more. A warm sensation pooled where his tongue met my skin, and spread throughout my abdomen, tightening every muscle it touched. I curved my pelvis toward him, and knotted my fingers in his hair while I f*cked his mouth. I cried out, my entire body quivering, and my legs uncontrollably tightened against each side of his head. The buildup, the tension, the trembling—all gained strength and exploded in my lower abdomen.

I yelled his name and other things, grinding my pelvis against his mouth. The intensity was overwhelming, and I had no control over the jerking and writhing, only the sense to enjoy the moment and ride the wave of the orgasm that hammered through my body.