Page 31 of Broken
Chapter Fourteen
Izzy
“What are you doing here?” My eyes narrow at him. I pour another shot, swallowing it down.
“Better question.” He takes a step toward me. “What were you doing out there?”
Is he serious?
He’s pissed at me?
I shove him, letting every ounce of rage I’ve felt in the past couple days out. “Screw you. If you are too chicken shit to be with me then maybe I need to start looking for other options.” I run out of the kitchen and stomp up the stairs toward my room, needing to be far away from him. Stupid jackass. Once I get to my room, I kick my foot out to close the door, but the slam I’m waiting for never happens.
“You aren’t looking anywhere for anything.” Max’s voice sounds behind me. I hear the door shut and my chest is heaving from all the emotions running through me right now.
I whip around. He’s closer to me, but I’m not backing down. The couple shots have hit my system and I’m feeling a little braver than normal. “Oh, yea? Why not? You’re obviously not willing to be with me. What’s stopping me from walking down there, going up to one of those guys and grabbing their—”
His mouth slams against mine and I gasp in surprise, giving him the opening he needs. His hands brace my face, holding me against him. “I need you more than I need the fucking air in my lungs. Staying away from you this past week hurt. You think I like these assholes looking at you? I want to rip their goddamn eyes out. All I want is to have you with me, to have you be mine.”
I open my eyes and look at him. “Then make me yours.”
His eyes widen a bit before his mouth presses to mine again. His hands move down until they rest on my hips. He pulls me against his hard body, and I grip the back of his neck, holding him to me. He grips my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
I can feel him moving and then he presses me against the wall. He breaks our kiss, and I open my eyes to look into his.
“Do you know what you’re asking me for?”
I nod.
“You know that if I agree to this we need to keep it secret till I patch in?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you, babe. I need to know that you want this.”
I take a deep breath. “I want this. I want you.” My eyes drift over to the bed. “I...um...I don’t know if I’ve ever done this before.”
Max kisses me again. “I have been dreaming about you every goddamn night.” He carries me over to where my bed is before slowly easing me down to the floor. “If you are sure then I want to show you how much I’ve missed you. How much you mean to me.”
I lift up on my tiptoes and kiss him. “I want this.”
My hands slide down his front before gripping the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head. I look down and am mesmerized by the definition of his chest and the tattoos that decorate it.
“Your turn,” Max whispers and his voice hits me right in my core. His hands slowly drag my shirt up, revealing an inch of skin at a time until he drops it to the floor. My red lace bra is sexy, and I grin, knowing that I made sure to wear the matching boy shorts today. “Jesus.” His tongue darts out and wets his lips.
I pop the button on my jeans before sliding them down.
As I stand in from of him in just my bra and panties nerves run wild through me. I run my hands up his chest and pray for them to stop shaking.
He grabs my hands. “We don’t have to do this, Izzy. If you’re not ready…”
“No, that’s not it. I guess I’m just nervous.” I look away, feeling like a child.
His fingers grip my chin, pulling my gaze back to him. “Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”
I know that. I trust him completely.
He kisses me again before pulling away and dropping his jeans to the floor. The boxer briefs he has on hug his large thighs tight and the bulge in them makes me swallow nervously.
