Page 79 of Are You Going to Love Me

“I-I.” Her hips grinded without permission from her brain. “I can’t lie.”

“How long?”

Eden muffled an agonizing moan, dropping her forehead to his. “Since the night I met you.”

“I thought so. We going to establish some rules before you prance your ass in the house.”

“Okay,” Eden breathed. “I’m - I’m listening to you.”

“Check out is at noon or whenever I decide to get up off you. Ain’t no runnin’, baby. That’s number one. Number two, when I put my mouth on that pussy, it’s mine. I don’t share.”

“You need to apply that rule to you, too. I'm not sharing,” she groaned, removing herself from his fingers. “Rub that honey over your lips so you remember.”

Maximus cracked a wide grin, sucked the juices from his fingers, and grunted. “Let me get your ass in the house.”

Barefoot and traipsing over the hardwood floor, Eden could feel Maximus behind her. He was towing the handful of things they collected as evidence of their first date. What was supposed to be a few games turned into hours of Maximus letting her win and happily holding whatever prizes. Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him. Undress him. Taste him. It felt overdue.

“You said something earlier,” Maximus’ raspy voice filled her ears. “You said you like it raw if it’s safe.”

“I did.” She turned to find him, shoulders squared, gaze intense, brows fused. There was a flutter in her stomach as if he were going to tell her anything else than what she needed to know or hear.

“I’m safe. You safe?”

“I mean outside of giving you a headache and getting on your nerves from time to time, I’m safe.”

His demeanor softened as he laughed. “Eden.”

“Hm?”

“This what you want? Me? A gangsta?”

“A gangsta is only a part of the story, the foundation. I'd like to see what you grow into.”

Maximus licked his lips. “Yeah, me too.”

“So, are you coming to undress me, or are you going to keep asking me questions?”

Her chest rose and fell in anticipation with each step he took to close the space between them. Maximus pushed the strands of her hair out of her face, kissed her forehead, and picked her up off her feet.

“It’s been four years for me, E.”

She kissed his lips, sucking hints of her nectar from it and smiled. “Been longer for me. I’ll try and be gentle with you.”

“Don’t,” he groaned, nipping her lip. Eden wasn’t placed on her feet until they were in the bedroom. Her hands tugging at his knit, his pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Out of his shirt and out of her dress, they stood there in silence like this was their first time. Eden nipped the inside of her cheek, giving her the courage to reach out and unfasten them.

Maximus grabbed her wrists. “I’m mesmerized, but I ain’t no bitch, E.”

She mused at the glimpses of his dominance. Letting it play peekaboo was making her wetter. When he released her wrist, he stepped out and finished undressing himself. His hard dick swaying once free. Eden’s gulp was audible.

“Oh shit,” she grunted. “I don’t know what to do with that.”

Maximus unleashed a carnal laugh. “I’ll show you.”

The rumor that gangstas came with gangsta dick was about to be proven true. Maximus led her to the shower; inside the thick steam, he washed her, and she returned the favor. Eden studied every exposed inch of him. The scars along his back, torso, legs, and knees. The flex of his muscles. The trail of hair over his chest and stomach. Maximus was probably the most beautiful creation she’d ever seen.

Like Eden, he could sense the nerves coursing through her body. She wasn’t one of the girls from around the way who wanted to be bent over for bragging rights. Eden exuded power in her softness, and to tap into that fully, he needed to handle her with care until she stated otherwise.

Maximus placed her arms over his shoulders, palmed her bare ass and lifted her off her feet. Her back pressed against the wall as he gripped her jaw. Mouths fused, his hardness eagerly wanting to sink inside of her depths.

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