“Wait,” he muttered. “Just…give me a second.” He was struck with the need to say something, to declare how beautiful she looked wild-eyed and gleaming with sweat, to tell her how strong she was to trust him with her body this way. That was the most dangerous thing about Julia: he couldn’t just be domineering, couldn’t just fuck her senseless, couldn’t even watch her ass go by without all these otherthingsflooding in.
“Max, hurry up.”
He ignored her, tracing his fingers down her slick collarbones. “Fuck, you make me suffer.
Julia pressed her lips to his tattoo. “I’m the one who wants to suffer. Fuck me Max.Please.”
Max closed his eyes. He should make her beg, make her apologize for the things she’d said but what was the use in fighting for control when Julia was right in front of him, her pussy there for the taking? He reached between them and angled his cock into her pussy. Julia parted like a dream, moaning into his shoulder. He sunk halfway down and withdrew and she dug her nails into his back and whimpered.
“You want it deeper, huh?”
She nodded. Max gave her clit the rough pressure of his thumb and eased the rest of the way inside, deep as she could take him. They moaned, shifting against each other to find the place that felt right. His animosity toward Julia melted away into nothingness. Nothing mattered except him and her. This. Julia’s mouth found his and the world blotted away. Days passed and they came up for air.
Max gripped her hips, the pressure around his cock making sweat bead at the back of his neck. “I’m close,” he admitted. “Too close.”
Julia touched his cheek, rasping over the stubble. “I’m close too. Keep going, finish inside me.”
Max saw the trust shining in her eyes and his heart lurched so violently his mouth fell open.
“What?” Julia stroked his face. “Are you okay?”
Again his heart went batshit and some crazy voice inside him tried to say something completely fucked up. Something that started with “I” and ended with “you.”
Max froze. No fucking way. He wasn’t that guy. He didn’t mistake sex, even mind-blowing sex, forthat.
Even if he did, there was no way he said it out loud. He was hungry and tired and aching with lust. That was all. That had to be all.
“Max, is everything okay?”
He withdrew, avoiding Julia’s gaze. “Turn over. I wanna screw you from behind.”
Chapter 17
JULIAsettled her stomach against the table, the wood already warm from her skin. She could smell iron from the discarded bullets and mold from the mountains of evidence. The lighting above her was harsh, bleaching her skin and surely exposing every flaw and freckle, but she couldn’t care less. The ugliness gave everything an edge, made it real. She’d never be five foot five and tanned with big boobs, but that didn’t matter. The reality of Max, even in unflattering lighting, was a thousand times more arousing than some fantasy.
Max slipped two fingers inside her, testing her wetness. “Fuck,” he moaned. “You ready?”
“So ready.”
Julia sucked in a breath as he pushed forward, his girth even thicker from behind. Was it rude to objectify him and say his cock was his best quality? Or at least top five? She might have been able to think about it more clearly if he wasn’t seated so deep inside her she could barely recall her name.
Max clutched her ass, and she felt his wedding ring press against her skin. For a hot, hysterical moment she wanted to tell him to take it off, but then he started to thrust, setting a fast, brutal pace that had her dragging her nails against the table. She was almost embarrassed by the noises she was making, high breathy moans and screams that belonged in a porno. His balls smacked against her clit, the sensation so guttural and rude it made her whole body flush. In an instant she was close, she was always so fucking close.
“Who’s fucking you?” Max snarled, swatting her ass.
Julia ignored him, focusing on the ripples curling around her cunt the way she felt like her soul was rising right up out of her body.
He brought his hand down on her right flank. “I said. Who’s. Fucking. You?”
She shook her head, feeling her adrenaline kick but needing, needing, needing to come—
Max stopped moving and she almost screamed like a bratty child. He slapped her ass again. “You want this to stop, huh? You want me to pull out and finish on your back?”
Julia imagined a splash of seed against her skin and her hips bucked of their own accord. “No. Please keep going.”
He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained. “Say my name. Now.”
“Max,” she gasped, the burning ache in her pussy tearing away her pride. “Max.”