“Dani.”
I smiled softly. “Kiss me?”
His eyes ignited with fire. “Don’t mind if I do.”
His lips fell against mine and I fisted his leather jacket in my hands. I pulled him closer to me, standing on my tiptoes. He rose in front of me, like a bear finally being let out of its cage. His arms wrapped around me and he picked me up, pulling me flush against his body.
“Max,” I whispered.
“You’re coming with me.”
I kissed across his cheek. I tried to recall every romantic movie I had ever watched to try and figure out what came next. I cursed myself for being weird about porn. I bet if I watched it, I’d know what to do next. I wrapped my legs around Max’s body as his hands cupped my butt cheeks. I kissed along his jawline, listening to him grunt and growl as he walked us down a hallway. I licked at his neck. I kissed it. Sucked his skin. Ran my teeth softly over it. I didn’t want to hurt him. But all of this felt so right.
“Dani,” he growled.
I felt my body dropping away from his.
My back bounced against something soft. I looked around me while Max shed his leather jacket. I was in a bedroom. On a bed. Was this his room? I wanted to have a chance to take it in. To see his style. How he laid out his own space. My mother always said you could tell a lot about a person by the way they kept the rooms in their home. Where their safe places were. What their mindset was on any given occasion.
However, I felt something strong wrap around both of my ankles and then I was being pulled.
I yelped.
Max’s chuckle graced my ears as my shoes went falling to the floor. He pulled off my socks and kissed my toes. I giggled and jerked around, rolling onto my stomach.
“I’m ticklish. Max!”
He grunted with delight. “I’m coming for you.”
“Max!”
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back again, causing me to burst out in laughter. He gripped my leather jacket and hoisted me up, settling me down onto my knees. My jacket came off. His lips came down against my neck. And as my head fell off to the side, his hands roamed my clothed body.
Massaging my breasts.
Gripping my waist.
Sliding up and down my thighs as I moaned for him.
I felt my defenses coming down, the fight draining from my veins. His fingertips slid underneath the hem of my shirt, and his touch made my skin prickle. The hairs on my arms stood on end. My toes curled as he hooked his fingers into my belt loops again. He pulled me back, grinding his pelvis against my butt cheeks. Something large pulsed against me. I felt his chest rising and falling with his breath. But when his hand gravitated to the button of my jeans, I froze.
And he stopped with me.
“What is it?”
My eyes slowly fell to his fingers, watching them as they settled over the button of my new jeans. What was I doing? Could I really do this with him?
He needs to know.
“Dani, talk to me.”
I sighed. “I don’t want you to go away once I do.”
He kissed my neck. “That could never happen. What did I do wrong?”
I shook my head. “You did nothing wrong. It’s me.”
His kisses made me moan as my head fell to the side again.