I paused. “Does that mean you’re not walking away from this?”
I hated how vulnerable that question made me feel. I hated the way my voice sounded. The desperation that laced it. I watched Dani bite down onto her lower lip. Her eyes danced around the barely-there bruises still on my face. Her hand fell against my chest and slid down my side. And when she got to my ribcage, her fingers splayed out. Almost as if she were trying to heal the rest of me that was sore.
“I’m in this, Max. I want this. I want you. No matter what comes our way. Okay?”
And the fireworks that went off inside my gut had nothing on the way my cock pulsed. The way my grin slid across my face. I wrapped my arm around Dani and pulled her close, crashing our lips together. Sealing our union for everyone to behold. Her hands danced against my body. She fisted my shirt, drawing me closer as our tongues danced together. The music thumped and our drinks were forgotten as she climbed into my lap and straddled me, grinding against me to the beat of the music filling the rooftop.
“No matter what, okay?” she whispered.
I sucked on her lower lip. “No matter what, gorgeous.”
13
Dani
The door crashed open as we stumbled into the back room. The three rum and Cokes I had allowed myself went straight to my head. And my hands were connected to Max’s body. His lips ravaged mine. His tongue raked against the roof of my mouth. I slid my hands down his torso. Around his back. I gripped his ass and pulled him close to me as my back fell against a wall.
A dark wall, in a dark room. Away from the thumping music and the glitter on the dance floor.
“More,” he growled.
I moaned down the back of his throat as our tongues collided.
“I need more of you, Dani.”
I gasped. “You have me. All of me. Take what you want.”
His hands fisted my ass cheeks and he hoisted me against the wall. His lips found my neck, nibbling and sucking. My hands were gripping and tugging. I wanted him naked. I wanted his skin against mine. I needed to feel him. Be filled with him.
You're in so much trouble.
I was all in with this man. And holy hell was he a lot of man. My parents would be mortified if they ever found out. But I didn’t care. I didn’t give a shit about what anyone thought. I loved Max. I’d fallen for him. And he made me happier than anything else in my life.
Damn it all.
His hands slid up my shirt. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pinned me between his body and the cold surface behind me. I gripped his hair and pulled his head u
p, gazing into his war-torn eyes. His nostrils flared. He practically gnashed his teeth at me. And when I pressed my lips against his once more, I felt his heart beating against my chest.
Keeping time with mine.
You’re the one for me, Max.
“Mine,” he grunted.
Always yours.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered.
I took his hand and placed it against my breast. My forehead fell against his own as our eyes connected. He gripped my breast, tweaking the nipples until they puckered against my bra. I felt heat pooling between my legs. That dastardly grin he always had pulled across his face, making me blush. I felt his cock against my jeans. He ground against me, stroking me and teasing me.
Your parents would be very horrified right now.
“You make me feel alive, Max.”
His head pulled back just a tad and my eyes focused on him.
“I know that sounds weird, and I know it ruins the moment. But, that’s how you make me feel. Like I haven’t really been living until I met you.”