“You want to come, angel?” The new endearment was hot on my skin as he pressed another gentle kiss to my throat.
One thick finger slid down the hint of exposed flesh between my silky pajama top where he’d undone the buttons without parting the material. He slowly circled my navel and teased just above the waistband of my pants.
I stilled, panting. “I don’t…” My cheeks flamed. No man had ever touched me there. My body was on fire. I wanted Max more keenly than I’d known was possible. But I was flustered and more than a little embarrassed at my inexperience.
I wasn’t sure when Max had been scarred, but his touch was masterful enough to let me know that he was familiar with a woman’s body. He knew exactly how to make me whimper and writhe.
But I didn’t know what to do for him. So far, he’d been whipping me into a frenzy, but I’d scarcely done more than welcome his onslaught and clutch him to me.
I bit my lip, and he drew back slightly, his obsidian eyes curious on my face.
“I mean, I’ve never…” I trailed off, my cheeks burning.
He blinked at me, and his brow furrowed as though he was surprised. “You’re a virgin?”
Oh, god. I wanted to sink into the cushions and hide from this mortifying conversation. I was still hot and achy. I wished I hadn’t opened my damn mouth.
His eyes roved over my features, reading every nuance of my expression. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I am going to make you come. I’m going to make you scream my name.” Despite his ferocious expression, he gently grasped my hand and lifted it to his chest, pressing my palm against his heart. It beat rapidly, pumping with his own desire. “I want you, Allie. However you’ll have me.”
I melted. Max didn’t care that I was a virgin. He wouldn’t use my inexperience or insecurities to mock me. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, his sharp features softening with something like awe.
I clasped his nape and surged toward him, crushing my mouth to his. My body ignited on contact, burning and aching for him.
One big hand returned to my breasts, finally parting my top to bare my heated flesh. His calloused fingertips teased and tormented my sensitive nipples, but he didn’t move his touch lower. He kept my mouth captive beneath his, feasting on my soft cries and panting breaths as he pinched and played with my breasts, driving me to a frenzy.
I needed release. My skin was too tight, and I could barely contain the pressure that built with every stroke of his tongue against mine. I grasped his hand and directed it toward my waistband. I broke our kiss just long enough to whisper across his lips: “Please. I need you, Max.”
His mouth crashed down on mine with a snarl, and he claimed me deeply as his fingers dipped into my silky pajamas. I let out a ragged cry when his fingers brushed over the tight bud between my thighs. I’d never felt so sensitive, like I would explode into a million ecstatic pieces if he allowed me release.
I lifted my hips, silently begging for more. Two fingers rubbed over my lace panties, and the textured material stimulated the most sensitive spot on my body. Electricity crackled through my veins, and I clutched him to me, my hand tugging at his black curls.
He growled into my mouth and applied more pressure, moving his fingers in a tight, circular motion. At the same time, he pinched my nipple hard.
The zing of pain triggered an explosion of pleasure. Liquid heat rolled through my body in a vicious wave, starting at my core and surging all the way to my fingers and toes. It flooded my mind, sapping me with ecstasy. I screamed his name. He caught it on his tongue, devouring my sounds of pleasure. He continued to stimulate me, wringing more bliss from my body than I’d known was possible.
He toyed with me until I became too sensitive to bear any more. Slowly, he withdrew his hand from my pants and gently cupped my nape, holding me in place as his kiss turned soft and tender.
I shuddered beneath him, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure dancing along my sensitive skin. I breathed him in, allowing myself to sink into everything that was Max.
He’d touched me in ways no man ever had, and I didn’t want to let him go. I never wanted this to end.
Chapter 20
Allie
I was cuddled up in Max’s lap on my couch, our kisses turning languid. After a long while, he pulled back and allowed us both to catch our breath. His dark eyes roved over my body, studying every inch of me as though it belonged to him.