His hands were all over me, then sliding the skirt of my dress up. His fingers dipped under my panties and found me wet and aching.
“Max.”
“Fuck. I’m mad for you.”
I undid his belt buckle and pants. He pushed my panties down and then lifted me, pressing me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around him.
He looked at me with the same mixture of confusion and need that I felt. Then he thrust in, hard and deep. My breath escaped on a whoosh.
He groaned. Or maybe it was me. I couldn’t tell anymore where I ended and he began. All there was were sensation and heat and drive and increasing need. He pistoned in and out of me wildly. My pussy was on fire, the friction burning it up.
“Fuck... now, Amelia... come now.” He buried his face in my neck as his movements became erratic, frenetic.
And then I was there. I hit the edge, and with a driving thrust, he sent me soaring. Pleasure rushed through me to every cell.
“Max!” God, it felt so good.
He grunted and drove in, grinding against me, doing it again and again as his orgasm overtook him.
When he stopped, we remained plastered against the wall, heaving in large breaths.
I clung to Max as best I could since I didn't think my legs would be able to support me.
"I feel like I should apologize." Max's arm held onto me while his other hand pressed to the wall as if he needed help staying upright as well.
"What for?"
He lifted his head, looking at me. "I was a little rough. I got carried away. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Not at all. I was swept right up with you." That was what it felt like. The attraction drew me to him, the chemistry sizzling hot, and I was helpless to resist it. To be honest, it made things confusing. I didn't have the time for a relationship, and certainly not one with someone who lived three thousand miles away. And yet, I didn't want to let him go. For a moment, I wondered if he'd move out here, not just for me, but for the club he planned to build. But then my father flashed in my head and I knew it didn't matter. I needed to protect Max from him at all costs.
He stepped away, straightening out my skirt and then pulling up his pants. "Hi."
I laughed. "Hi, yourself. I liked that greeting."
He flashed a grin. "Why don't you come in? Can I fix you a drink?"
Disappointment swirled in my gut. Now, we were on to the business part of our meeting. "Sure."
I followed him to the living area of the suite and sat in one of the plush white couches with the view of Las Vegas.
"How was your Thanksgiving?" he asked as he pulled a small bottle of wine out from the mini fridge.
"Stressful. My father had been out of town, and I sort of hoped he would've stayed out of town. I would've rather had Thanksgiving just with my brother." Once the words were out of my mouth, I wondered why I was sharing so much. He didn't need to know about my dysfunctional family. I should have just gone with the standard “fine” answer. "How about you?"
He let out a laugh as he picked up two glasses of wine and brought one over to me. He sat down next to me. "It was quite eventful. Not the usual Clarke family holiday."
I kicked my heels off and tucked my feet underneath me, turning to face him. I wanted to know all about him and his family. I wanted to do anything except the task we were here to do, filling out annulment papers. I was in a bad way for him.
"What happened?" I asked.
Max swirled his wine in his glass and then took a sip. "My brother brought Kate home to meet the family."
"She’s the one he was trying to reconcile with?"
He nodded. "To be honest, I was sort of surprised she came. She's been working really hard to keep him from penetrating that locked up heart of hers. The fact that she came suggested that Sam was getting through to her."
"Sometimes, feelings happen whether you want them to or not." I knew that firsthand as I sat here longing for something more with Max.