Page 38 of Risk It All
“Pregnancy isn't an issue either.” I watch his face to gauge his reaction. Will he accept what I'm saying is true? Or will he stick to his rule?
He sucks in his breath and his eyes darken.
I can't read his mind, so I decide to let him know that I'm okay if doesn't want to risk it. “Birth control is covered, but I understand if you still don't want to—”
My sentence breaks off when he grabs my hand and yanks me toward the bedroom. “We're going to need a bed.”
Oh thank God.
Once in the room, he abruptly stops by the bed. His hands are gentle as they cup my face. “You're sure?”
I smirk. “You need the words, Delecoeur? I want you.”
Heat flares in his eyes. He grabs the lapels of my robe and pulls me to him in another scorching kiss. He opens my robe, bearing my body to him. Lifting his head, he stands back raking his gaze over me in raw hunger. I've had men admire me, but they've never looked at me with the intensity heating Max's blue eyes.
The robe slides down my arms and I shake it off, letting it pool by my feet.
“Beautiful.” He reaches out to touch me, but I step back.
“Ah, ah, ah . . . your turn.”
He grins and has his robe off in seconds flat. He's gorgeous. More than gorgeous. Strong and hard through the chest, lean through the hips, and, I was right, very well endowed. Long, thick, and hard. I smile as I lift my gaze back to his.
He quirks a brow. “Acceptable?”
“Absolutely.” I step to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Show me what you got, Delecoeur.”
He growls as my body makes contact with his. He lifts me and has me on the bed in one swoop. Crawling over me, he slides a hand up my leg, over my hip, and higher. I'm impatient. I don't want slow and gentle. I want him now. I reach for him, and pull him down over me.
He quirks an amused brow. “What's your hurry?”
“Don't tease me.” God, I'm nearly begging. “I don't like it.”
“How about this?” His hand cups my breast, his thumb swirling around the distended tip. I gasp, arching my body, wanting more.
“Or this?” He lowers his head and takes the sensitive bud into his mouth.
“Yes,” I say on a ragged breath. “More.”
He complies, teasing, kneading, and sucking one breast and then the other until I think I might go mad. His hands slide down, across my belly and lower, until his fingers find me hot, wet, and desperate for him. And when his mouth replaces his fingers there, I'm sure I'm going to implode. The need for release coils tight, until I teeter on the edge. Then he pulls away and I would have cursed him, but he's kissing my mouth again.
Edgy, needy, I push at him until he rolls back. He's eyes dance with amusement, but I can also see desire and need eating at him too. I straddle his thighs, running my fingertips down his chest. I delight in the hiss he lets out as I scrape my nails over his nipples.Fair is fair.
My hands move lower, lower, but he grabs my wrists before I can wrap my hand around the silky hardness of him.
“You're bossy in bed,” I say.
“I want it to last.” Even so, he grips my hips, pulling me over him. With one hand, he guides himself to me. “But if you're in a hur—”
I don't let him finish. I sink over him, taking him in. A rough groan fills the room, but I'm not sure if it's mine or his.
He feels perfect, filling me until I don't think I can take anymore. I lift and then lower around him in a sensuous slide, each movement eliciting a groan. I close my eyes, focused on the delicious feel of him, pulsing, growing within me.
He rears up, placing his hands on my back, pulling me close, and taking a breast into his mouth. The tug on my breast pulls at my core, ratcheting up the need and forcing me to move faster, harder, deeper. I grab his shoulders, my fingers digging deep as I careen toward ultimate pleasure. And then the world dims until there's only him inside me, his hands and mouth on me, and I shatter in his arms.
He grabs my hips, pulling them down flush against his and holding me there, preventing me from moving anymore. Even so, my body continues to shudder and convulse around him.
“Madeleine.” His voice is rough, strained. “Don't move.”
Slowly my senses return enough for me to realize that he's not done. It's not that he's not aroused enough. He is thick and hard quivering inside me. No, he's holding back. Is he still concerned about protection?
“Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “It's perfect. You're perfect. So goddamned perfect.”
But he still holds my hips captive. His forehead drops foreword and rests between my breasts, until his breathing slows and his hands relax. He looks up at me and smiles. “Do it again.”
“You haven't even done it once.”
“I want you to do it again.” He rolls, pinning me under him, and kissing me senseless. I've never been a multiple-orgasm woman, but I'm willing to try. And Max might just be the guy to help me achieve it.
