relaxed,” she breathed.
I ground my palm into her clit, shifting it back and forth as best as I could in the tight confines before freezing suddenly. “So I should stop?”
“No, no, no, definitely not.”
My lips and tongue trailed her neck before I bit down again. “Then hush.” I started moving my hand as I played with her nipple, her breath catching. “Let me take care of you.”
Her nod was cut off when she arched her neck, her body tightening in my arms. She cried out and tried to tilt her pelvis away, but I pinned her in place, grinding harder until I was sure she’d given me everything.
Moving my hand up from her tit, I rested it at the base of her throat and kept the other in her shorts, cupping her.
Even with my possessive hold, she was relaxed and quiet. I thought she was asleep until she whispered, “I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone.”
“Neither have I.”
“You haven’t? But you’ve—”
“And then I’ve left. I like my space when I sleep.”
“But you want me here?”
I need you here.
“Yes,” I said instead.
She grew quiet again before pushing her ass against my hard-on. I heard her shaky inhale and braced for whatever she was about to say.
“I could touch you,” she whispered.
No amount of bracing could have prepared me for that.
“Swear to Christ, Juliet, you keep saying things like that, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you.”
“Okay.”
“Juliet.”
“Maximo,” she mocked.
“I’m going to spank your ass raw.”
“I don’t know if I’d like that.” There was a hint of a smile in her voice as she continued. “But I think I’m willing to try.”
“You’re killing me,” I groaned. “Go to sleep.”
“Fine.” She gave a dramatic sigh, but within minutes, her body relaxed and her breathing grew even.
It took me and my dick much longer to settle.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Everything’s Better in Black
Juliet
“JULIET.”
I opened my eyes then squeezed them shut when Maximo switched on the lamp. “Hmm?”
“I’ve got to leave.”
Blinking rapidly, I peered up at him.
He was showered and dressed in a dark gray suit with a navy dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck.
“Do you wear ties?” I asked.
“Not if I can help it. Did you hear me?”
“You’re leaving, got it. What time is it?”
“Six.”
“In the morning?”
“Yes. Go back to sleep. I want you to take it easy today.”
“Okay,” I said, closing my eyes to get right on that.
“I’ll be home after lunch.” I was vaguely aware of the light flicking off. “We’ll talk then.”
“‘Kay.”
It took a couple hazy minutes for his words to sink into my exhausted mind. My eyes shot open and I bolted upright, but he was gone.
Don’t tell me to relax and then tell me we’ll talk later. I can’t do both!
I flopped back, pulling the covers up.
I had no clue what we needed to talk about. I thought we’d said everything that needed saying the night before. We’d talked at dinner, I’d made my decision, and I’d gone to him even though I’d been terrified.
What else was there to say?
Maybe he changed his mind.
I dismissed the thought immediately. Or I tried to. Because once it entered my brain, it took root, filling me with panic and unease.
I didn’t want him to change his mind. The night before had been amazing thanks to his skilled hands, but it’d been more than the mind-blowing release he’d provided. He’d known what I needed and had taken care of me without expecting reciprocation. Then he’d held me tight until I’d fallen into the best sleep of my life. He’d been patient and tender and rough and demanding and perfect.
And suddenly he was back to cold.
My mind continued replaying his words until I knew sleep was a lost cause. I was tempted to use his amazing shower I’d seen the night before. The blue-tiled room had a double bowl sink, a bath the size of a hot tub, and a shower that was so big, it had multiple heads and part of the wall was cut away to make a bench.
But the longer I spent in his room, the more likely it was someone would discover I’d pulled a Goldilocks by sleeping in someone else’s bed.
Opening the door, I peeked my head out to make sure the coast was clear. Hightailing it to my room, I showered and started brushing my teeth before wiping the steam from the mirror. I caught my reflection and my jaw dropped, my toothbrush falling into the sink with a clatter.
A hickey.
Maximo had given me