pace increased. Raw desire filled his expression as he watched me take him, his hold on my hips digging in.
This is all he wants.
Just me.
Lowering himself, Maximo put one of his forearms flat to the bed near my head. His other kept hold of my hip as he slammed into me. His body brushed mine with each thrust, his cock pounding so hard, I would’ve been propelled up the bed had he not held me in place.
He surrounded me. Touched every inch of me. Overwhelmed me, but in the best possible way.
All I saw was Maximo.
All I felt was Maximo.
All I needed right then was Maximo.
There was no chasing the edge. I was launched off it, plunging into pure bliss that zipped through my veins like molten lava and a charged electrical current.
I forced my lids open to find Maximo’s intense eyes on me. They were wild. Unhinged. Filled with so much desire, I couldn’t believe it was aimed at me.
Lowering his head near my ear, his breathing was harsh as his pace slowed but his force increased. With a few more brutal thrusts, he came with a groan.
That rough, unbelievably sexy groan imbedded itself in my memory, too.
Breathless and exhausted, my thoughts were fleeting, bouncing from everything to nothing. At the feel of Maximo’s cock slipping free, I was able to grab a thought.
I want to do it again.
He got up and padded to the bathroom. Giving a languid stretch, I stood and began gathering my clothes.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I jumped at the anger in his quiet yet somehow booming voice. “Uh, going to my room?”
“This is your room now.” He glared. “Now get your ass back in bed because you’re going to be sore enough without me making it red.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
I also didn’t want to.
When we climbed back into bed, I belatedly noticed the damp cloth Maximo held. When he tried to wipe between my legs, I reached to do it myself, but his glare intensified.
“I take care of you, dove. You know the rules. Spread your legs for Daddy.”
I’d already come so hard, I wasn’t sure my body could take anymore, but a surge of arousal shot through me anyway. I did as ordered and was rewarded by his wicked smile. When he finished, he sat back. “What do you need from your room?”
“I can grab it.” When his only response was the look, I said, “My toothbrush and face wash.”
Once we finished our nighttime stuff, we climbed back into bed. My back had barely hit the mattress when he rolled me on my side and wrapped his body around mine.
I felt warm and safe and content—three things I didn’t have a wealth of experience with.
“Juliet.”
At the tone of voice, my tired eyes snapped open and I went alert. “Hmm?”
“You’re in here every night. Your clothes and all your things will be moved.”
“I have a lot of stuff,” I pointed out as if he wasn’t the one who’d bought it all.
“I have a shit-ton of room.”
I hoped my voice was nonchalant and cool, and not the excited giddy squeal I felt like giving. “Okay.”
“And if you ever try to leave after sex, I’ll take that to mean I haven’t fucked you hard enough. I’ll make sure to rectify that until you can’t even think about standing. That, or I’ll tie you to the bed.”
Either sounds good to me.
I didn’t share that.
“Okay,” I repeated.
Like the night before, his hand moved to my throat and the other cupped my tender pussy. The hold was hot and oddly comforting. “You’re not a whore who leaves right after. And your pussy isn’t the only thing I want or the only thing I like.”
“You don’t even know me,” I pointed out through a yawn.
“I know more than you think.” He nipped my neck. “I may know you better than you know yourself.”
My eyes got heavy, and I hovered between consciousness and sleep.
“Thank you for giving me you,” he whispered.
“Thank you for wanting me,” I whispered back.
And then I was out.
Maximo
‘Thank you for wanting me.’
Fuck me, her sweet voice whispering those words ricocheted around my brain like a bullet in my skull.
Except her words did more damage.
My broken girl.
She’d thought I didn’t want her. That I’d changed my mind, which would also mean I’d lost my damn mind.
I’d taken her to the fight with no warning or explanations so she wouldn’t have time to form walls, expectations, or justifications. I needed it to be crystal fucking clear who