The feel of him, so big, so glorious, surging into me, filling me, connecting me to him, made me break our kiss as my neck arched reflexively and I committed that moment to memory, burned it into my brain, knowing I’d never forget it as long as I lived.
My other hand went into his jeans, both my legs bent at the knees to give him deeper purchase and I pressed them against his sides as Max pulled out and rammed back in.
“That’s beautiful,” I whispered the God’s honest truth.
“You’re absolutely f**kin’ right,” Max muttered his agreement, pulled out so I could only feel the tip and then slammed back in.
My fingers flexed, my legs squeezed and my mouth begged, “More, darling.”
He gave me more, he gave me his mouth, his tongue, his right forearm in the bed beside me, his left hand fisted in my hair and he thrust into me harder, faster.
It was back, it was coming, I was coming and he’d been right the day before, it was going to be so big, I was going to split straight out of my skin.
“Max –” I panted, my h*ps rocking with his drives.
“I can feel it, Jesus, Nina, you’re ready,” Max groaned. “Come for me, baby.”
“Okay,” I breathed and did what I was told.
I closed my eyes and my head rolled back, my h*ps reared up, my hands went from his behind to become my arms wrapping him tight and I gasped as it tore through me, hard, long and soul destroyingly beautiful.
Max’s face was in my neck and I felt his growled release against my skin half a second after I felt him drive in deep and stay planted there.
After, for awhile neither of us moved, Max stayed buried deep, his face in my neck and my arms stayed wrapped around him, my thighs pressed to his sides.
Finally, Max rolled to his back, his arms coming around me as he settled me, straddling him and still connected, on top.
“Yeah,” he murmured against my neck as his hand drifted along the skin of my back, “it’s fair to say we got chemistry.”
I closed my eyes tight and pressed my forehead into the pillow because the case for that was so strong there was no use arguing against it.
One of his arms curled tight around me as his other hand slid down and cupped my bottom.
“How’s your leg, Duchess?” he asked softly.
“It’s okay,” I told the pillow.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
God, he was so wonderful.
I shook my head.
His voice was even softer when he asked, “How’s that shield?”
Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Cracked.”
“Finally,” he muttered both his arm and hand giving me a squeeze.
I sighed.
He rolled again, disconnecting us and laying me on my side. My knees came up as I curled into myself, Max’s hand slid my hair from my neck and he kissed me there.
“Don’t move, be right back,” he ordered then he was gone.
I stared at his pillow thinking I just had that, had him, and I wanted it again.
And again.