Page 16 of Buy Me, Love
“You’re…you’re my first,” she whispers, the confession painting her features withexcitement.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, pushing my hips forward and gripping her hips, “that’s the best news I’ve heard in twenty years. I’m gonna come unless you tell me tostop.”
“Don’t stop, please donotstop,” she whispers, tilting her hips up higher. I reach down between her and the bed with one hand, catching her clit, and with my other hand I grab her chin so I can feast on her perfectmouth.
“Let me have your mouth, gorgeous,” I whisper against herlips.
“I’m coming, Max, oh god, I want us to come together.” I breathe in her words as I slice my hips down intoher.
“I got you Kit, now come all over my cock, make me come inside you,” I whisper against herlips.
She’s finally made me lose allcontrol.
Her eyes squeeze shut and I kiss her forehead, sending my own release deep inside her, thick ropes splashing with every tick of my jaw. I bite down on my lower lip, the release seemingly endless. I don’t stop rocking softly inside her until she tells me tostop.
When she does, I scoop her up in my arms and place a kiss on herforehead.
“I’m never letting you go, Kit,” Iwhisper.
“And I’m never letting you let me go.” A smile dances across her lips as she snuggles against me and heavy, dark sleep falls overus.
11
Kit
When I wake up,I’m still feeling the effects of last night. I smile when I put my fingers to my lips, bruised from Max’s punishing kisses. I groan a little when I stretch my arms over my head and arch my back. My throat feels sore and scratchy and I don’t even have to speak to know I’m going to sound like I was up allnight.
If that’s what trying to steal someone’s car gets me, I just might have to try committing grand theft auto on a more regular basis. But only Max’s car. His is the only car I want todrive.
I roll over with a smile to look at Max, but I just see his side of the bed empty. I throw my arm over to where he was sleeping and pull his pillow to my face, breathing him in. I hug it to my chest and curl up aroundit.
His scent clings to the pillow. It’s woodsy and crisp but musky and deep at the same time. It’s glorious, and I let myself indulge in breathing him in. I know it’s just a pillow, but it just feels nice to have it in my arms, even if it’s not the realdeal.
The real deal. I am so happy I could scream. I swing my legs around and my toes find the carpeted floor beneath. Still holding his pillow, I tip-toe over to the window and stick my nose between two of the thick, heavy blackout curtains. Outside it looks like springtime, not winter. Any remaining patches of snow clinging onto the asphalt for dear life have meltedaway.
My first date was like spring cleaning for mysoul.
I suck in a deep breath and…did I just spin around with my eyes turned toward the ceiling? I did. I can’t help it. I’m glowing from the inside out. I never wanted to wake up in a different bed thanmine.
I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. I never knew what I wanted was a plasticspork.
I wasn’t in need of saving - then why does it feel like Max saved me? Maybe this is…something. I don’t know what, but it feels like something ishappening.
It feels like I’ve known Max for more than just one night. We just…fit.
I stretch and feel my limbs start to warm up. I didn’t have my phone on me yesterday, but I’m curious to see if my dad called or texted Max. I find Max’s things on the little table near the door - his wallet, car keys, phone. I can’t unlock Max’s phone, but there’s no missed calls showing up on the screen, so I assume my father actually trusts Max enough to have not called to check in on me. That kind of trust is so pure and so rare. I let it sink into my bones. It seeps into my marrow and it feels so wonderful. A rolling wave of contentment sweeps overme.
I pick up Max’s wallet and decide against venturing inside. Instead, I pull on my pajamas and the cute slippers he got me. I hear the shower shut off and I grab his keys from the table, deciding to venture outside instead of diving into my man’s wallet. Some kind of theft, though, must be accomplished today. If he wanted to punish me for stealing his car, maybe I can ask nicely for the same punishment and get round two before we head off to wherever we’re goingtoday.
So I grab my keycard and tip-toe outside. The sun is shining brightly and it smells like the absolutely most perfect day imaginable. I hit the button to unlock the car and slide in, sinking into the driver’s seat. If I were a more bold girl, I might hop onto the hood of his car and pose there like an eighties videovixen.
But that’s not me. I’m going to have at least a few growing pains in my mission to be sexy for Max, and it already seems that he likes me just the way Iam.
So again, I let myself indulge in a little fantasy. Oh yes, warm day, hold me in your sweet embrace. Sandalwood and vanilla, whatever cologne you are, please cling to my new PJs so I can just sniff myself whenever I want to sniff Max. That hot-day beach-sandwich might have a run for its money now. I have a feeling there’s something else on the horizon for me in the companydepartment.
May I dare say that I have a…boyfriend to keep me company? Maybe Dad will even let up with the guards if he knows I have Maxwell to keep an eye onme.
My fingers glide along the steering wheel as I look around the car. I really do want to see his ID. Now I wonder if it’s in the glove compartment or his wallet. It was probably in his wallet, but I let myself hit the button for the glove compartment just in case his ID is in there and will tumble out for me to take a look. The glove compartment pops open and a small, unsealed envelope slips out. I reach down to grab it from the floor without looking, and when I have it between my fingers, I try to shove it back into the glove compartment without sneaking a peek at what itis.
