For eternity.
In the grips of a sudden, irrational panic, I whirled around and jumped off my side of the bed, thinking that my rummaged through suitcase and my pajama bottoms would take too long, I ran to the dresser. I opened and closed the top drawer then in the one down I found what I wanted. I yanked out one of Max’s t-shirts and tugged it on. I was pulling up my panties, my mind blank, no thoughts in my head, none at all, no idea what I was even doing when Max came back in, his hair sexily disheveled from my hands, still in his jeans but they were only partially buttoned.
My mouth went dry. His brows snapped together.
“You moved,” he informed me of the obvious.
“Yes.”
“You dressed,” he went on.
“Um…”
I stopped mumbling when Max started stalking.
I took one look at his big, tall, powerful body in stalk mode and I retreated. In about a step, I hit the dresser with my bad leg.
“Ouch,” I said but I barely got out that one syllable when I was up in the air and then I was down on the bed and Max was on top of me.
I looked into his clear, gray determined eyes.
“Max –”
“I got in,” he declared and he could say that again.
“Max –”
“I’m in, Duchess, you think for a second I’m gonna let you push me out?”
“Um…”
“I’m not.”
“Max –”
His hands started roaming and he stated, “No f**kin’ way.”
I forgot what we were talking about because his hands were up the shirt.
Then I asked, “What are you doing?”
“That was fast.”
“Sorry?”
“Too fast.”
“Um…”
I stopped muttering when his mouth came to my neck. “This time, gonna f**k you slow.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed out loud.
His head came up and he was smiling.
Then he said, “Yeah.”
Then he kissed me. After that, he f**ked me slow.