Page 13 of Buy Me, Love
She bites her lower lip and shakes her head, whispering against my lips. “Whatever it is, it canwait.”
“It can’t wait,” I rasp against her lips. “Kit, it can’twait.”
“Is it something that changes who you are? Something that would make me think differently of you? Or is it just a little detail that we can iron outlater?”
He pauses for a moment before speakingagain.
“I don’t know, Kit. I think it’s a detail. Nothing could change how I feel about you right now. I don’t think it would change how you feel toward me, but I want to know for sure. I need to know, Kit. I need to know you’re inthis.”
“I trust you, Max. And sometimes that means knowing when something is right, even if you don’t have all the information. Unless what you want to tell me has to do with you having another woman somewhere out there or a felony record, then I want it to wait. Right now I just want you.Please.”
With a fierce growl I crush my lips on hers again and kiss her deeply, lacing my tongue with hers. She’s right, it can wait. It’s a detail we can iron outlater.
Everything besides our feelings right now are details. Justdetails.
She follows my moves and lets me be in charge, but she challenges me a little bit too. Moving her tongue away from mine when I give it to her, pressing her lips to me a little bit harder when I pull back. She tries to take more than I want to give her, but I’m incontrol.
I pull my lips away from hers and tip her chin up to inspect her eyes. Pupils still large and staring at me like the barrels of two guns with glitter around them, I watch her gaze flitter through their cloud oflust.
She is mine. Everything else is justdetails.
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Kit
I throwmy arms around Max’s neck and crush my lips tohis.
Whatever he needs to tell me, it can wait. What can’twait?
Me. I can’t wait anotherminute.
He puts his hands on the small of my back, pulling me into him. He nips and nuzzles against every inch of my neck, making me coo and whimper in his arms. I really am like putty in his hands. There’s something odd about him, like he’s keeping a secret, and I love it. The way he talks, the way he growls at me with this hunger in hiseyes.
All of my senses are off right now, and my guard is dropping along with my ability to see straight, hear straight, think straight. I inhale sharply when he puts his hands on the small of my waist and glides them around me like he did in thecar.
I should tell him. I should tell him. I should tell him right now that thisreallyis my first date,painfullyis my firstdate.
He presses his lips to mine again, a low, rumbling growl inching through him like ivy growing on the side of a building. It’s so slow. It feelsunfair.
“Do you like pretending I’m in charge of you, Kit?” he whispers against my ear and every word makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “You like to pretend I ownyou?”
My breath catches in the back of my throat, sending a tickle through my body. I’m so hot all over that I can hardly stand itanymore.
“You are in charge of me, Mr. Armstrong,” I whisper as he glides one hand up the back of my neck. He lifts me with his hips, one hand planted at the base of my skull. Slowly, he puts his hips down again and brings me along with him for the ride, bumping up against me a few times. I think I could come just from thisfriction.
“Tell me how I’m in charge,” he growls into my ear. “Tell me how I’m making you feel rightnow.”
There it is. He bumps his hips up and I flood myself and feel tingly all over. He wraps his big hands around my waist, looking down at me before moving forward to push his tongue past my lips and explore my mouth. I swear I can feel his tongue gliding up my seam and parting me open as if bymagic.
“Asked you a question, Kit,” he mutters against mylips.
“I feel…good,” I breathe. “Almost toogood.”
“Good as the boys off at college make youfeel?”
The idea of straddling anyone but Maxwell, topless and in just panties no less, is laughable. Laughable. I try to suppress a chuckle inside me but it just bubbles over and spills right out. Embarrassed, I stick my face into the crook of his neck and breathe him in, feeling myself growdamper.
“So you don’t like them, then,” he whispers, “that’s all well and good. Makes no difference to me, doll. I can do you better than every last one of them. And I will. I’m going to do you so good you’ll forget your own name,princess.”
