Page 108 of All the Forbidden Things
I tilt my head, and because we’re already so close, I need move only a fraction forward, and there it is, the crackle. The connection, the spark that ignites a flame inside me so hot and fierce, I’m one hundred per cent positive that it’ll very soon consume me.
My tongue flicks out again, but this time it’s his lips it brushes against in a quick, needy caress. He doesn’t respond, so I grip his hair, pull his mouth harder against mine, slide my tongue inside his mouth, and kiss him with everything I have.
When I get nothing in return, I pull back and look at him. His eyes are closed, but he doesn’t move.
Feeling confused, I ask, “I thought you were going to kiss me back?”
“I did . . . with my heart. Didn’t you feel it touching yours?”
And there it is, I’m obliterated.
Max
“Max.”
My name is a reverent sigh from her lips, which touches my very soul, seeps through to the marrow of my bones and bleeds into every cell in my body.
I slide my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and, bringing her mouth to mine, I do as I promised, I take it all.
Her lips are soft, her mouth is receptive, and her tongue is responsive to the strokes of mine. I grind my hips up to meet the heat between her legs, and when she pushes down against my hard dick, I have no control over the groan that escapes me.
“I want you,” I say against her mouth. “I want you so fucking bad, please tell me you’re sober and up for this?”
“I’ve never been up for any single thing more than this in my life.”
“You want me, Bamm?”
She grinds down even harder, pressing her hot little pussy against me. “Like you can’t even begin to imagine.”
I react instantly and flip her onto her back. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I position them either side of her head. Once my hips are pressing against hers, I kiss her again.
Slowly my mouth covers hers. My tongue pushes inside, her tongue pushes back. I taste her. We taste each other. Her fingers are in my hair as she forces my mouth harder against hers as I dig my fingers into her arse cheeks. She is pure fucking perfection. I’m so overwhelmed with the onslaught of sensations and emotions, my head spins. I groan into her mouth before reluctantly pulling away.
“I wanna rip Ms Pitstop off your body and fuck you senseless right here, but at the same time, I wanna carry you to your bedroom, remove every piece of clothing between us, and lick.” I lick up her throat. “Suck.” I suck on her earlobe before capturing it between my teeth. “Kiss.” I kiss her again, rocking into her with a rhythm that matches the caress of my tongue. “And worship every single inch of you.”
Her hips buck, and her fingers dig into my arse cheeks, pulling me into her before her hand slides under my T-shirt and her nails rake up and down my back. My entire body feels as if it’s about to explode, and I know I need to be inside her soon.
“What’s it gonna be, Bamm, talk to me? Sofa fuck, or naked worshipping in your bed?” I ask into her neck while sliding my hand under her sweatshirt and over her ribs.
She’s silent and barely moving for a few seconds longer than I’d like.
“I need you to breathe, baby. You’re gonna pass out on me if you keep holding your breath like that, and that doesn’t work for me. I’d rather you were conscious for what I have planned. It’s actually a deal breaker if you’re not.”
She swallows and lets out a laugh, along with a long slow breath.
“You hear what I said?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, sofa or bed?”
“Yeah.”
I chuckle. “Yeah’s not an answer, Bamm.” I move to sit up on my knees and look down at her, she frowns up at me.
“Why’ve you stopped?”
“There’ll be no going back, you know that, right?”
