Page 39 of Deal Breaker
“Shit, Sophie, I’m so sorry. Did I do this?” He bent his head, feathering kisses around the wounded area.
I wound my hands into his hair, wanting to feel his lips in other places, and tilted his head up. “I can think of a few ways you can apologize.”
His hands went to my hips, and he steadied himself before standing up. The corner of his mouth quirked. “Me too.” Without another word, he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed with ease.
I fell backwards, bracing myself with my elbows. The throbbing between my legs intensified as he hooked his thumbs into my panties and drew them down, totally exposing me to him. I drew in a sharp breath. Max held my gaze as his tongue grazed my clit, almost monitoring my reaction. He raised his eyebrows, circling his tongue, teasing me. I clutched the blankets, my hips raising in response to his actions. Unprepared for what was coming next, I tried to steady myself. Max slipped a finger inside me easily; I was so wet for him already. The delicate sensations from both motions soon escalated me to the verge of climax. The sudden burst of stars brought me over the edge I hadn’t realized I’d been so close to.
“Ohmigosh, Max!” I breathed, shudders wracking my body.
He held me in place while I came, only drawing away when I’d stilled.
Without a word, he stood. Somewhere along the line, his shirt had come undone, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his muscular chest. He discarded the shirt, then unbuckled his pants, and I could see his erection pushing against his tight boxer shorts. I swallowed, trying to recover myself in preparation for round two. He turned away from me and rifled in his bag for something. I heard the tear of the foil packet and watched as he roughly yanked his shorts down, giving me ample opportunity to ogle his ass. My fingers curled involuntarily; I couldn’t wait to dig my nails into that skin.
Wanting to feel his skin fully against mine, I reached around and unhooked my bra, tossing it onto the floor, at the same time as Max turned back around.
His mouth fell slack at the sight of my naked body. “Soph… you’re… wow,” he breathed, almost incapable of forming a sentence.
The mattress gave a little as he knelt above me, his gaze eating up every inch of me. He bent his head to mine, kissing me thoroughly, at the same time as entering me. His dick slid in easily, and I kept my promise to myself of clutching his buttocks.
“Christ, Soph, keep that up, and I’m not going to last long,” he growled, causing me to increase the pressure.
Each thrust was slow, deliberate, sensual, geared to giving me as much pleasure as I could take. My back arched, and Max caught a nipple in his mouth, biting, sucking, nipping greedily, the tightening in my buds directly correlating to the tightness in my groin. He slipped a hand down to my clit, the pad of his thumb circling it again as he lunged into me with a groan. He had to be close, his dick throbbing with need. An animalistic moan escaped his lips, and with one final thrust, he collapsed onto my chest.
Breathing heavily, he nuzzled my neck. “Sophie, I’m sorry.”
Instantly, my blood ran cold. Before I could say anything else, he carried on.
“I wanted our first time to be special, to last, not to be over in a few teenage thrusts.”
I stifled a giggle, stroking the back of his head. After all, our first kiss hadn’t exactly been perfect. “I thought you were going to tell me it was a mistake.”
He lifted his gaze to mine. “Never. It could never be a mistake with you.” Then he captured my lips in the sweetest kiss, before shifting off the bed.
Suddenly, it wasn’t cold in the room any longer, although I still snuggled down underneath the sheets while Max went to clean up. When he came back, he slid into bed.
Max’s arms encircled me, pulling me close to his naked body.
It was amazing how easily we fit together, as if we were made for each other.
I’d waited so long for this moment.
And it had been worth every single second of that wait.
Chapter Sixteen
Max
For the first time in a long time, I slept a night of unbroken, restful sleep. And when I woke to find Sophie Hale in my arms, I was convinced I was still dreaming. Her hair was still half-up, half-down, although more down after our night together. I breathed in the scent of her shampoo and perfume, trying not to wake her. She stretched in her sleep and wriggled her naked ass against my dick. I stiffened—literally—before she moved away again.
The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting patterns on the wall.
The perfect way to wake up the morning after the perfect night.
Memories of the previous evening floated through my head: the feel of her skin, the feel of her body pressed against mine, the overwhelming sensations of being inside her. If I kept thinking along those lines, I’d be screwing her senseless again.
A Cheshire Cat-like grin split my face.
The only tiny fly in the ointment would be Autumn. While she had greenlighted the whole situation, she probably didn’t expect us to have moved so quickly. I wasn’t relishing telling her.
