Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(28)

Because you always want what you can’t have.

Isn’t that the truth?

My body aches in the best possible way and I stretch my legs out, wincing at the dull pain I feel between my thighs. Not an agonizing pain, no. More like a you’ve been well used and you’d like more of it right now, please type of pain.

“You okay, princess?” A large, warm hand slides down my back just before I feel Max press a soft, lingering kiss to my bare shoulder.

I squeeze my eyes shut, both loving and hating how tenderly he treats me. I’m confused. I don’t know what I want from him. Worse, I don’t know what he wants from me.

He slides into the bed, pressing his hard, hot body flush against mine from behind. His arm comes around my waist, his hand resting almost possessively on my stomach, and I sigh contentedly, enjoying how good he feels pressed next to me.

“I should go soon,” Max murmurs just before he drops a kiss on my neck, behind my ear.

I want to scream out, No! Don’t leave me! But I contain myself. “Got some things to do?”

“No, not really.” His mouth is at my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. “I should go back and take a shower. Get some fresh clothes on.”

“Oh.” I rest my hand lightly over his, curling my fingers so I can draw patterns on top of his hand. “I should take a shower, too.”

“You smell delicious.” He squeezes me tight, his face in my hair.

“I’d rather not leave this bed.” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

Starved, but I’m hungrier for him. “I’m all right.”

“We need condoms.”

Oh. That we do. “Valid point.”

“I could go back to my room, take a shower, get dressed, and pick up a box at the gift shop in the lobby,” he suggests. “And then we could meet in a few hours and go do something. Together.”

“Like what?” I smooth my thumb over the top of his hand, my entire body going tense in anticipation when he slides that hand down lower, over the slope of my belly.

“Let me surprise you,” he says, his fingers tangling through my scant pubic hair so that he ends up cupping me between my legs.

My hand falling away from his, I spread my thighs open, allowing him entry, whimpering when his fingers sink into my damp folds. His touch is slow. Assured. Confident. Back and forth he strokes me, teasing my clit, thrusting one finger shallowly inside my body before removing it. Toying with me, driving me wild, making me shiver and shake in anticipation.

“I love how wet you always are for me,” he whispers close to my ear, the slick sounds of his fingers in my * loud in the otherwise quiet of the room. “And I love how easily you respond to me.”

I’m already mindless with wanting him. I can’t speak, I can hardly think at his touch and I lean back against him, my head on his shoulder, my limbs weak. I close my eyes and focus on his sure fingers working me toward orgasm.

“You want to come, baby girl?” he asks and I nod, a moan escaping me when he pinches my clit. “Say it.”

“I want to come,” I whisper as I tilt my hips up, looking for his fingers to touch me in a particular way.

He stills those magical fingers between my legs. “Beg for it.”

The man is mean, in the absolute sexiest way possible. “Please let me come. Please. I need it.”

“You need what?”

“To come.” He flicks my clit, a teasing glance that makes me clamp my thighs around his hand to keep him there.

“Who can do that for you, baby?”

“You.” Yes, him. The sensitive skin between my legs tingles with anticipation and I feel like I’m drowning in desire.

He bites my earlobe, emitting a low growl that sends a shiver through me. “Say my name.”

“Please, Max. Make me come.”

“You want to come in my mouth or on my fingers?”

My legs go so weak at his words, at the images they conjure, I swear they feel like jelly. Thank God I’m not standing or I’d drop to the floor. “I …”

He removes his hand from my *, making me moan at the loss. “Tell me what you want, Lily.”

“I want your mouth.”

“Hmm, let’s do this, baby.” He swivels me around, yanking me on top of him so we’re in a sixty-nine position. My feet are on either side of his head, my knees at his shoulders, my backside in his face. I brace my hands on the mattress, his hips between my arms, his majestic cock thick and ready in front of my mouth. Just as I feel his skilled mouth land on my * I draw his cock between my lips, sucking the head of him, the salty essence of his pre-come coating my tongue.

He moans against me, his low voice sending a ripple of sensation across my sensitive skin. I pull him deeper into my mouth, licking him slowly with my tongue as he licks at me. His fingers come into the mix, teasing my entry as his tongue circles my clit and I lift up away from his cock, lost to the feeling of his mouth on my *, taking me higher and higher …

“That’s it, baby, grind on my face,” he encourages me and oh God, I do. Shamelessly. I can feel his stubble-covered chin brush against my folds and it drives me wild. His tongue slides all over my skin, like he wants to taste every inch of me. His fingers … oh my God, his fingers are moving up, pressing against my ass, teasing me there, sending me straight over the brink …