day.
Maxine
I pulled open the back door with a wide grin and Derek slipped inside, wearing a matching smile as he wrapped me in his arms. “Did anyone see you?”
Instead of answering right away, he pulled me in for a quick, hard kiss that left me a hot puddle of lust on the floor, before pulling back with a satisfied smile. “If they did, the cops will probably be here any minute since I was skulking around like a thief.”
“Well, what are you here to steal?” Something about this man kept a smile on my face, and I was growing addicted to having him around.
“Maybe a kiss or two,” he said in a low seductive voice as he placed kisses all around my neck. “Maybe more. Depends on you.”
Feeling bold, I took a step back and watched his smoldering gaze rake over my body. When I had his full attention, I pulled the tank top over my head and tossed it behind me. “Take what you want, just be very, very quiet.”
His kiss was as hot as his hands on my breasts, squeezing and kneading before two fingers closed around my nipple and pulled a moan from me. “So sexy,” he groaned, diving in for another kiss that was too hot, too intense.
It was just too… much.
But I didn’t have the willpower to push him away, not when his kisses drugged me and left me under his hypnotic, erotic spell. Every swipe of his tongue turned me into a greedy addict, wanting more. Needing more. Everywhere his hands touched, he left a blazing hot trail on my skin until I was powerless to do anything but lean in and take what he gave me. Take it and demand more. “Derek.”
“Yes, Maxine?”
I smiled at the heat in his words and leaned my head to the side so he could kiss his way down my neck, to the crook of my shoulder. His tongue skated over my collarbone before he left a trail of kisses down to my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth and sucking. Hard. “Yes, Derek.” His mouth kept up a steady torture that left my skin flushed and overheated, hungry for more of his brand of pleasure.
“Maxine,” he growled when my hand pressed against the bulge in his jeans, stroking the denim like it wasn’t a barrier between us.
Feeling bold, my fingers made quick work of his pants and his boxers before they found the hot, hard flesh of his cock. “Somebody’s ready to go.”
“More than.” He put his hand over mine, showing me exactly how he liked to be stroked. I gave his cock a squeeze, enjoying the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head as it fell back with a groan. “Maxine, please.”
My thumb swiped over a bead of liquid at the tip of his cock, pulling another anguished moan from him that hit me right in the gut. “Please, what?”
He flashed a grin that I felt deep down in my core and dropped to his knees, tugging down another pair of yoga pants and my panties right along with them. “Please you,” he moaned, leaning forward to lap at the juices spilling from between my legs.
My head fell back on a groan and my fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him exactly where I needed him most. With my eyes squeezed shut, every cell in my body centered at the point where his tongue moved, up and down, side to side, in and out. It was a rush of emotions I couldn’t describe, only feel. “Derek. Oh, Derek. Yes.”
His deep chuckle vibrated my clit, which sent a lightning bolt of ecstasy pulsing through my body. Derek’s big hand cupped the back of one thigh to keep me standing—or maybe it was to hold me so he could get the best taste of me, a thought that sent another round of shivers through my body. He sucked my clit and slipped one finger inside, pulling a forceful orgasm out of me in just a few minutes. “It’s good to see you’re as hot and ready to go as I am.” His blue gaze was lit with mischief, his mouth slick from my sex as he smiled and another aftershock rocked my entire body.
“Hotter. Readier,” I assured him and kissed his mouth, groaning at the way I tasted on his tongue. “I want you, Derek.”
“I’m right here, Maxine.”
Did anything sound sexier than the way he growled my name? In that moment, the answer was