Unravel(36)

He cleared his throat and looked away. When he glanced back at me, his eyes had softened. “I didn’t want to ruin tonight.”

“You think he’s going to do anything to you?” I asked.

“No,” he said confidently, “I don’t. And I don’t want you to worry about him.”

“How can I not, though?”

Max pushed himself away from the railing and stood in the middle of the porch. “I don’t want him to ruin our night.” He moved in. I walked toward him. “Please, ignore him.”

I sighed and gave him a blunt nod.

“We were having fun before they arrived, right?” he said coaxingly.

It was the deep timbre of his voice and the intense look in his eyes that made my aggression break apart. What took its place was hunger. Blood roared underneath my skin. My hands started to shake from the urgency building up inside me.

He lifted a single brow and moved closer.

My body tensed with physical awareness. It was a slow tingle that spread through my body and had my breath coming out shaky and unsteady.

The last word that came out of my mouth was, “Yes.”

And then he took a step forward, gripped my face, and kissed me.

There was no meeting of the lips softly. It was a kiss meant to steal the breath away from me. A kiss that stole my fate within seconds.

Everything around us became hazy. Sounds became muted. We were locked in our own world. I couldn’t escape. And I didn’t want to escape.

I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my hands around his neck. My fingers curled into his hair. We stumbled backwards. He pressed me into the door. His hands outlined my curves, thumbs pressing into my flesh. As his fingers moved up, he gripped my neck, holding me in place. Our lips and hands worked in tandem.

I tilted my head to the side, opened my mouth further, and I felt his tongue move against mine.

I took his jacket off. It fell to his feet. He hiked up my skirt until it was bunched around my waist. He lifted me and instinctively my legs locked around his waist.

I was working on the buttons of his shirt when he opened the front door. He pushed us inside. I held onto him tight and made sure my feet didn’t touch the floor.

The door slammed shut.

I lifted my head away from his for a quick second. A lamp was on in his office, casting us in a soft warm glow. The two of us were panting and I jerked his tie up and over his head and tossed it on the ground.

I grabbed his jaw with my palm, my fingers curling over his bottom lip. He looked at me. The hunger I had for him was like an addiction. It controlled me. It took away the power I thought I had and controlled every single action I made. I pressed my lips against his open mouth, still gripping his jaw with my fingers. He was caught off guard and I loved that. I licked the seam of his soft lips before I sunk my teeth into the lower one.

He hummed his response and walked forward. I pushed his shirt down his arms. My hands were frantic. Touching his shoulders. Gliding down his back. We bumped into a table. I heard a vase shatter. That didn’t stop us.

He walked us up the stairs as we were still grabbing, still touching each other everywhere. This all-consuming need was thrilling. There were no reservations. No boundaries. Nothing was stopping us from f*cking each other right here.

My fingers blindly reached for his belt buckle. It jangled loudly as I jerked the strap free. I moved onto his zipper, slipped a hand inside his boxers and touched his cock. And in the middle of the stairs, Max dropped to his knees.

I was perched on the step above him. This new position didn’t stop me from reaching further into his pants and touching him with feather light touches. He started to breathe heavily. So I wrapped my hand around it. The soft skin was so warm, silky. I increased the pressure and moved my hand from base to tip. A dazed expression crossed his face within seconds.

One of his arms wrapped beneath my back. His hand cupped my ass, pressing me closer to him. The other hand curved around my thigh before it slipped underneath my dress. His palms touched my thighs. Fingertips drifted upward. My breath came out in shallow gasps. He looked up at me. Air crackled around us. His eyes stayed on mine as he slowly pulled my underwear down. The material grazed my skin. It moved over my knees. Trailed down my legs and caught on my heels.

Cool air touched my skin. I should’ve covered myself but I didn’t. Because in front of me I had a man who stared at me like he lived to do anything and everything for me.

I felt powerful and I never wanted the feeling to leave.

“I want to touch you right here.” His finger brushed against my clit.

My legs jerked.

He grabbed a condom from his wallet and put it on quickly.

“But I want to be in you even more.” His hands settled on the step above me and suddenly we were eye level. My thighs started to shake. “So I’m going to f*ck you. And I’m going to watch your face as you scream my name.” His voice was so steady and deep, I could’ve come right then and there.

One pause. One look into my eyes. One moment to brace myself. I wrapped my fingers around one of the stairway rails.

He bent closer and said against my lips, “And you’re going to scream, Love.”

Then, with one quick thrust, he completely filled me. I closed my eyes and saw nothing but fragments of blinding white light. Sex with Max was just like his kisses, fast and all-consuming. Do or die. Now or never.

We found a rhythm that had me closing my eyes and groaning. I wanted more, though. So I lifted my hips obediently, meeting his thrusts. But, this time, I pressed my heels into his ass, holding him so tightly in me my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I watched as Max’s eyes closed. His mouth opened. Not a sound came out.