me.”
I hesitated, unsure my shaking fingers could undo a single button, much less the line of them.
“Once I have you naked, I won’t have the patience to strip. So unless you want me to fuck you while I’m fully clothed, I suggest you undress me. Now, Juliet.”
I liked the visual he created—and the swirl of need it created—but I wanted to see and feel all of him.
My shaking fingers managed the buttons before pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders.
God, he was beautiful. Each cut line. Bumped ridge. Splash of color. Even the marks that marred his skin—the puckered scars and faded slashes—added to his perfection.
I undid his belt and slacks, letting them drop before glancing up at him.
“Everything, little dove.”
Happily, I shoved his black boxer briefs down. His chiseled pelvic muscles led to neatly trimmed dark hair and a hard cock that was as mouthwatering as the rest of him.
Holy shit.
Maximo kicked the bunched fabric to the side before adding his socks to the pile, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his intimidatingly impressive erection.
This explains why he’s so damn arrogant. He’s got enough to back it up.
And then some.
Total Big Dick Energy.
After removing my bra, Maximo knelt in front of me to undo the delicate straps of my shoes. I stepped out of them before he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs.
“Christ, you’re perfection,” he murmured before leaning forward to kiss the sensitive skin under my navel.
But one small kiss wasn’t enough.
Dipping lower, he parted my legs and pressed his mouth against me. His tongue darted out to taste, his groan vibrating through me.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I clutched his head, partially to keep from falling but mostly to keep his mouth locked on me.
When he pulled away, I wanted to yank him back and demand he finish what he started. But at the fire in his hooded eyes, I knew it was just the beginning.
And the best was yet to come.
Standing, he kissed me again, my taste on his tongue. He backed me up but my small, shuffling steps must’ve taken too long because he lifted me. When my back hit the mattress, Maximo covered my body with his. His arms supported him and his abs pressed between my spread thighs.
His mouth left mine to tease my neck, his lips softly kissing before he bit hard enough to make me cry out. Hard enough to make me wetter.
Hard enough to leave his mark.
Continuing down, he licked, kissed, sucked, and nipped my breast, his skillful mouth touching everywhere but my nipple. Each time I arched and shifted, silently demanding what I needed, he moved farther away and started the process again.
He’s killing me.
Finally, the very tip of his tongue swirled around the hardened peak. My breath caught, and I gripped the sheets to keep from moving, but he didn’t give me more. The light touch of his tongue was more torment than relief.
No, I’m gonna kill him.
I hadn’t realized I’d spoken the words out loud until Maximo replied, “If this is the way I leave this world, little dove, it’d be the perfect death.”
Whatever retort I may have scrambled together was lost and forgotten when he sucked my nipple. His teeth scraped across the sensitive skin as he slowly pulled away before sucking it in harder, his tongue swirling.
No amount of control could stop my hips from grinding against him. I didn’t care that I was soaked. I didn’t care that I was rubbing all that wetness on him.
I didn’t even care that he could feel it.
All that mattered was easing the ache that grew low in my belly.
“Jesus,” Maximo bit out, moving suddenly. I braced, worried I’d done something wrong, but he just shifted down the bed so his head was between my legs. He didn’t tease as he had with my breasts. His thumbs spread my lower lips and he speared his tongue in. Deep and rough, he groaned like he was the one receiving pleasure after being tormented.
My legs trembled, trying to close. I wasn’t sure whether it was to get away from the intensity or to hold him in place.
His hands moved to grip my inner thighs, keeping me open so he could eat me.
Devour me.
In tune with me and my body, he knew exactly how to build the tension while keeping me teetering on an edge that rose higher and higher.
I’d never experienced such a beautifully frustrating pleasure.
Sliding a hand up my thigh,