My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,79
and books.
Even the smell of her soft, flowery perfume is in the air.
A scent I’ve managed to memorize and one that never hesitates to put a smile on my face. It’s soft and subtle yet unforgettable at the same time.
The bathroom door whines as it opens, and soft footsteps echo off the hardwood floors as Maybe makes her way down the hall.
“I’m in the bedroom,” I call out toward her.
She doesn’t respond, but I know she hears me when her footsteps move closer, until they stop just outside the bedroom.
My jaw damn near hits the floor when I see her.
She stands there like a fucking goddess, her long hair hanging past her shoulders and brushing her arms, and her glorious skin bare of any clothes.
Maybe is naked, wanton, and standing there staring back at me. It is a vision I will never forget for the rest of my life.
Hesitantly, she steps toward me, and I don’t miss the way her soft, full breasts sway with each step. I don’t miss the way she bites at her bottom lip when she stops right in front of me, her knees just barely brushing my knees. And I don’t miss the way my heart speeds up inside my chest, damn near bouncing around inside my rib cage.
Fuck. She is hands down the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Slowly, I reach out and run my fingertips up the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs, and a little whimper escapes her throat.
I take her in with my eyes, gliding them up her body and memorizing every detail of her soft, lush curves. Drinking in every long and smooth line. Obsessing over every perfect little detail that is Maybe.
I can’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms until her thighs are spread across mine. And I sure as hell can’t stop myself from taking her mouth in a deep kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips and swallowing her moans.
Her hips move against me until my cock is hard and aching for her.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Milo.”
I don’t know what she’s asking or what she wants, but all I can do is pull her into my arms and lay her down on the bed.
Her hair fans out across the mattress, and my body hovers over her as I stare down at her. At this perfect fucking creature whose big brown eyes have the power to cut through all of my layers and grip on to my heart.
I know, with every cell inside my body, I have never looked at another woman the way I look at Maybe. I have never wanted or desired or adored another woman like I do her.
Before her, no one had the ability to affect me like she does.
I’d felt affection and like, and I’ve cared about another person.
But in this moment, with her beneath me, I know I have never actually felt the undeniable, emotional pull with someone until right now. Until her.
The realization steals my fucking breath, and all I can do is lean forward and take her mouth again, kissing her like a man starved.
More like a man in fucking love.
That single thought hits me straight in the gut, but when Maybe moans again and her fingers grip my shirt, that thought flies out the window and my need for her moves to the forefront of my mind.
God, I want her.
Her fingers move to my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with fumbling fingers until she reaches into my boxer briefs and pulls out my cock.
Fuck. I groan.
She grips me and strokes me, and I start to lose sight of everything but how goddamn good it all feels. How good she feels.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers and inches my cock toward her entrance. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Milo. I want to know what sex feels like.”
Her words hit me like a fucking truck.
She doesn’t want to be a virgin anymore.
She wants to know what sex feels like.
Son of a bitch, I don’t like it. Her first time shouldn’t be because she merely wants to know what sex feels like or because she thinks she doesn’t want to be a virgin anymore.
Her first time should be because she wants to give herself to someone. Because what she’s feeling is too intense not to give in to the desire to connect with someone in the most intimate way.