I can see the genuine elation on his face. “Max that sounds amazing. I don’t know what to say.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea? I know it’ll be a lot of work, but I want to do it.”
I cup his face in my hands. “Then do it. You can do anything you want.” His plan is something I would love to see happen. Dawson’s Marina used to be a prime spot. In order to see it all come into fruition I have to still be a part of Max’s life when that time comes. Will I be? I have no clue. We’re two different people from two different worlds.
Max lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. “If I do this, will you help me?” he asks, whispering across my lips.
I want to believe there’s something between us that will last. I want to believe in something that lasts forever. Sometimes it’s hard. Instead of saying that, I nod and kiss him back. “Of course, I will.”
His grin widens as he looks over at the clock. “It’s still early. What do you want to do?”
Taking his hand, I slide it up my shirt. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”
He lifts my shirt over my head and rakes his heated gaze over my body. “You drive me so crazy and I love it.”
“And I would love it if you took off your clothes,” I tease back. Max steps back and lifts his shirt over his head. I stare down at his shorts and he lowers them to the floor, along with his boxers. “Much better,” I murmur, lowering my voice seductively.
Now it’s his turn to look down at my skirt. “That needs to go.”
Slowly, I slide my skirt and lacy black underwear down my legs, leaving only my bra. I’m leaving that for him to take off. Taking his hands, I slide them up my thighs to my breasts. Unhooking my bra, he tosses it across the room and pulls me down on top of him on the bed. His lips close over a taut nipple and sucks greedily while his other hand kneads my breast.
Growling deep in his chest, he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me fiercely as he reaches between my legs, fondling my clit and slipping a finger inside of me. His cock is hard beneath me and I’m dying to ride him, but I love the delicious ache the anticipation gives me.
Circling his cock at my opening, I lift up before he can enter me. “Not yet,” I murmur. Kissing my way down his chest, I look up at him and he groans. The tip of him glistens so I flick my tongue across it, moaning. He tastes salty yet sweet; the perfect combination. Closing my lips around him, I suck him off and massage his balls. His hips lift and I take him in farther, knowing I’m driving him insane.
“Fuck, this feels good.”
Giggling, I lick his length and straddle him, feeling his wet cock between my legs. My whole body trembles as I take him fully inside me. His hands are everywhere on my body, his breathing deep and heavy as I ride him. I don’t want to stop, but I’m so close to losing control. My orgasm builds and I can feel my body tighten.
“Max,” I cry out, picking up my pace. His mouth latches on to my breast and he bites down, digging his fingers into my hips. I move faster, milking him, and explode all around him as my own release makes me tremble. He pulsates inside me and his warmth fills me. Putting his arms around my waist, he lifts his hips and turns me over on my back, still deep inside me.
“I hope you’re still ready to go because I’m not done.”6MaxIt’s a full day since I’ve seen London, and I can’t get her off my mind. After I dropped her off at her house the morning after we spent time together with my mom and stepdad, I had to tell her I wouldn’t see her or be able to speak with her much until after the race was over because Yates, Vance, and I needed to practice before the big event. London said she understood. I made sure to give her my mom’s phone number so they could meet up for the race. Still, when I dropped her off, I had a bit of doubt nagging at me. What if London didn’t show up? I couldn’t really blame her. I’d never seen her at one before, not that I was looking, but London comes across as the type who deems herself unworthy for these social events. Something I really want her to get over. Thing is, I want to be with her, grow this relationship beyond the bedroom, although being buried between her legs every night since I arrived in town has been a blessing. I just wish I asked her out sooner. Still, I want her on my arm when I attend the “event of the month” as my father’s wife calls them.