“No.” My voice was small, so small now, which turned his look into a thoughtful one.
“Then I won’t, not yet, but I want you to let me at some point.” He traced the line of my bra cup, then was up following the line of my collarbone. “I want to touch you everywhere, but I want you to be able to enjoy it. What about here?”
He traced a line over the sensitive skin of my neck, following it up from where it joined my shoulders. I nodded, then shivered in response at the cascade of sensation that came from just that simple caress.
“And here?” He splayed a possessive hand across my décolletage, shamefully on display thanks to his unbuttoning of my shirt. I nodded again. “My eyes keep being drawn back to this small part of your body, over and over. When you got me to speak to my brothers, I needed a moment to get my head back in the game. Your skin flushes here when you’re wound up or aroused.”
“What…?”
“And if I watch closely, I catch sight of these.” Both hands dove into my shirt, cupping my breasts. “I love breasts of any size. They’re soft and responsive and utterly female, but I admit…” A lazy grin spread across his face. “I’m bloody happy that my mate is so very blessed.”
Those hands moved, pushing my shirt farther down my shoulders so a kiss could be placed on the bared skin, then another as he pushed my bra strap down. He kissed the red mark left there from where the damn elastic strap bit down, then did the same on the other side until my bra sagged forward, no longer able to support the mass of my tits.
“I don’t know what it is about larger breasts…” The cups were shoved down, and before I could stare at my own breasts in the mirror, his hands were there, covering them. My spine arched immediately, his hands feeling so hot, so immediate. Then his fingers began to move. “It’s like you’re swollen.” His hand began to move more restively, sinking into my soft flesh before his fingers began to trace small circles around my nipples, his smile widening as the skin began to crinkle in response. “Soft. Ready for me to sink myself into. It shows that beneath these professional blouses and tailored skirts is the sexual animal I know you can be.”
I let out a little moan as he tugged at one nipple, then the other, setting up a terrible rhythm that had something else deep inside me twitching with every pass.
“That’s what I think of when I see you packed away, all neat and tidy—that at some point, all of these things you stay in control of will spill out.” He tipped me forward slightly, my breasts swinging in his grip, his hard cock grinding against my arse. “That you’ll be a boss bitch during the day, telling my stupid fucking brothers the things they should’ve listened to me about, but once I get you naked, you’ll be soft and lush and hot—so fucking hot, I feel like I’m gonna come in my pants.”
He delivered this little ode in a series of harsh almost whispers, so when there was a knock at the door, we both jumped.
“Sage?” It was Beau. I could tell that, even though the tone was muffled. I could also hear the amusement there. “Max, if you’re inducting our mate into the mile-high club, you need to open this fucking door.”
Max stared into my eyes in the mirror, forcing me to note the way my lips were parted, my eyes heavily lidded and hazy with the spell he was casting.
“Max?”
“Do you want him in here with us?” Max pulled a hand away, but I shook my head, just once, and that was rewarded by the brightest of smiles. “Then you’ll need to be quiet—so quiet. If he hears what we’re doing, he’ll bust on in here. He can’t help but insert himself into everything, and me?”
I felt him shift against me, making me feel, on an elemental level, how much he was into this.
“Right now, I want to be selfish and have you all to myself.”
Something had given Max permission to shrug off his usual persona, one I suspected he put on for people to appease them, keep them off his back. Only there was no hesitancy in his eyes as he stared into that mirror. He watched himself brush his fingers across my nipples, the aching points pulling tighter at the lack of stimulation, then repeated the motion over and over, just feather light caresses, until I began to whine.
“Shh, shh, shh…”
He hissed that rejoinder over and over as he went to work, pinching down abruptly so I bucked against him, his groan in my ears as he pushed back, trapping me against the sink.
I couldn’t avoid looking at myself now, catching the moment as I panted out my responses in little gasps, as I jerked against Max’s tight grip. I loved the way he caged me in, holding me still and sheltered by the expanse of his hard body, and then there were those damn fingers.
He played me like an instrument, knowing exactly how hard or how soft to caress me until I was a flushed mess.
“I want to fuck you like this one day,” he rumbled, low and raspy. “Your knee up on the sink, opening you wide, as I drive my fucking cock into you with everything I’ve got. Suck, Sage.”
His fingers slipped through my lips, and I sucked on them frantically before he jerked them away.
“We’ll be beginning our descent in half an hour…” The pilot’s voice crackled over the PA system, but I couldn’t hear him, not as Max continued his delicious torture of one breast, then slid those slick fingers up the split of my skirt.
“First thing we need to discuss is banning underwear,” he grumbled, finding the leg opening and then hooking his fingers past the sodden cotton and into me.
“Oh!”
I broke the rules with that little exhalation, but my cunt clamped down around his fingers, as if to hold them right where they were, but he wasn’t having that. He shoved them deeper and deeper, rubbing right on the spot I needed them, before—
“Sage?” That was Tobias. There was no mistaking the air of command in his voice. “Max? We’re landing soon, and you’ll need to…”
I knew what we needed, because the moment we stopped thinking and just let our instincts kick in, it all became clear.