you. Now. Fuck me.”
His hands cupped her neck and his lips were on hers. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and it moved in such a way that she could only think about him going down on her.
She unzipped his jeans and was about to push them off his hips when he suddenly pulled back. “Wait, wait—”
“You have got to be kidding me!”
“It’s just . . .”
He seemed to be struggling for words and she was in no mood to help him. But he slid his hand under her ass and lifted her off the table. “Not in the kitchen,” he mumbled. “Your sister will kill us both.”
He had a point. Charlie could be a little OCD about her kitchen, and she did her baking on that table.
Zé didn’t try to take Max upstairs, though. He just dropped her ass on the dining room table and went to work pulling down her jeans. She had pushed his jeans down by his knees but held him back a few more seconds while she reached down to get a condom out of her back pocket. When Zé saw it, one brow went up.
“What?” she asked, tearing it open. “I have knives in my first-aid kid and guns taped under the kitchen table. Are you really surprised I have condoms at the ready?”
He agreed with a nod and she slipped the condom over his cock.
Zé slid his hands under her ass and pulled her forward, letting her legs rest on his forearms. With one thrust he was buried inside her and Max let out a surprised bark.
“Too much?” he growled, his green eyes now gold.
“Are you kidding?” She gripped his shoulders. “Just loving the fit.”
She spread her legs wider to give herself more room and let him take over, doing nothing but holding onto his shoulders or arms, and letting him fuck her.
It felt so good and he was so deep, her toes began to curl in her sneakers.
Then she saw that he was watching her. Those gold eyes locked on her like she was some prey he’d seen running through the jungle. She leered back, wanting to challenge him.
“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he told her. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to shoot my load right this second.”
“Do it,” she ordered. “I’ve got more condoms upstairs and we’ve got all night.” To make her point, she tightened her muscles around him and he swore under his breath. “Come on,” she urged. “Come on. I can take it. I can take anything.”
That dragged him over the edge and he was coming hard, his hands still gripping her ass. She could feel the tips of his claws resting just beneath his skin, ready to be unleashed.
He thrust again and again, until he finally stopped. He placed his hands on the table and leaned down a bit, sweat dripping off him.
“Too much for you?” she asked, leering at him.
He didn’t say anything, just yanked her off the table and carried her up the stairs. He was still buried inside her when he took her into the room she pointed out. Her room at the end of the hall. He dropped her on the bed then and turned away to remove the used condom and take off his clothes.
“More condoms over there,” she said, pointing to the drawer next to her bed. But he didn’t go for them yet, choosing instead to take off her sneakers and jeans while she slipped off the holstered knives around her chest. But as he tossed her jeans away, he stopped and studied the holsters she also had tied around both calves. They held four of her knives. He took those off, too, and then crouched in front of her, yanking her close. Before she could say anything—like suggesting that maybe he get her a wet washcloth to wipe up a bit—he had his head buried against her pussy and his lips around her clit. He tugged and licked at it, burying two of his fingers inside her.
Max fell back against the bed. Although she hadn’t come when he had, her clit was still extremely sensitive and just the feel of his mouth on her had her legs trembling. Her groan turned into a hiss and her back arched as she came against his mouth.
When she came down, she realized he was still going. Not only that but he’d bent her legs at the knees, and pinned them to the bed with both arms.
She