Page 52 of Feels Like Falling
“Because it’s not the way I?—”
“You what, Max? Wanted to lay me down on a bed of roses and make love to me all through the night?” His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare, his fingers digging into the small of my back.“Do you have any idea how bad I want this, Max? How desperate I am to feel you lose control?”
“You wanted to slow down—we agreedwe’d slow down.”
“And maybe we agreed for the wrong reasons. Maybe we’ve been trying too hard to fit into the past while still trying to lock down our future.”
“Yeah?” he asks but it’s more like a threat than a question.
“Yeah,” I toss back with the same level of sass as I press my chest firmly against his, my nipples hard and pebbled and wanting. “I don’t want to recreate our first time. I don’t want someone else’s version of what a perfect relationship looks like.”
“So, what do you want?”
“You, Max. I want you.”
24
MONTANA
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask between kisses as her hands dive under my shirt, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me flush against her.
Fuck, that feels good.
My hands grip her ass, and I rock her against my cock as I move her backward up her porch steps until her back collides with her front door. My hand fumbles with the knob before pushing it open and ushering her inside.
The door slams with the help of my boot, but I barely hear it over the blood pounding in my ears. Ellison’s hands yank at the buttons of my shirt until I’m forced to pull it over my head and toss it to the side.
“Yeah, I’m definitely sure.” She bites down on my lip before soothing the sting with her tongue, and I groan as my restraint slips a little more. Her eyes are appraising as they rake over me, my dick punching at my zipper with each second that passes.
“Dammit it, Eddie, I want you so bad.”
“Not before I have your cock in my mouth,” she practically growls as she reaches for my belt with greedy hands.
“Not yet,” I grit out.
I love seeing this side of her—wild and frantic—but I’ll never last with those perfect pink lips wrapped around me, sucking and swallowing and punishing me in turn.
Fuck, I want it—but not yet.
My hands grip her ass and I spin us, pinning her to the wall. Her nails scrape against my scalp and I want to purr like a cat—lean into her touch and submit to her every demand.
“Bedroom,” I manage on a groan as she rocks her hips against me, and I can’t help it. Slamming my lips against hers, I sweep over every inch of her sassy mouth with my tongue.
“It’s too far.”
“Tell me what you want, Ellison, and I’ll give it to you, but fuck, baby, I need you to tell me what we’re doin’ here.” I need her to say it. I’m desperate for her words—the ones that will obliterate the line we’d maintained as best friends for most of our lives.
The one that says there’s no going back.
She whimpers, her nails clawing into my shoulders as she tries with enthusiasm to get herself off as she’s caged between me and the wall.
I have half a mind to let her, but all I can think about is seeing her spread wide for me, naked and wet and begging for me to devour her.
“You’re wasting time and I need you. Please…can you just?—”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Ellison?” The voice is deep and familiar, and I can’t school my features fast enough as her hooded gaze meets mine. Her brows furrow—she’s confused and I’mpissed.
