Page 64 of Risk It All
Chapter Twenty One
Max
Her response pushes me. Her gasps and whimpers, the way her body arches to me, seeking my touch, turns me on like nothing else could. I want to see the response in her face, her eyes. I lift my head to watch as my fingers find her hot, wet, and wanting. She cries out; her head falling back against the door. I slide my fingers back until I find her heat and slid inside, curving my fingers up and forward as her body pulls at my fingers, seeking release.
My other hand still holds her arms bound above her head. She's vulnerable to me and she allows it. She's surrendered her body and her pleasure to me and it drives me mad.
“Come for me,” I whisper as my fingers press in and forward.
I see it in her eyes even before her body clamps down around my fingers. Without reservation or hesitation, she lets herself go. Let's me watch. Then she's there. She bites her lower lip, her head falling back and her body tightens around my fingers. Jesus, she's perfect.
She's not even all the way back down before she struggles to free her hands and says, “I want you.”
“You're always so impatient,” I say through a ragged breath. The truth is, I'm desperate to have her.
“Let me touch you.”
I release her hands. She immediately runs them over my chest, and works the buttons free, but her fingers aren't as nimble as we'd both like. I kiss her again while my fingers grab my shirt and yank. Buttons fly everywhere. She helps me push it down my arms, tugging until it drops to the floor. Then she runs her hands over my bare chest, before letting them roam lower, lower, to cup me through my slacks.
She leans in, taking in the scent and heat of me. Her lips find my nipple, hard and eager, and she takes me in her mouth as her hands caress my erection. It's not enough. I'm hot, hard, and need to feel her skin on mine.
I growl, pulling away, and yanking off my pants as she gets rid of her panties. Then I press her against the door. Knowingly, her hands grip my shoulders to steady herself as she opens to me. My body vibrates and hums, with the need to feel her around me. I'm totally and completely lost to my desire.
I grab her thigh with one hand, wrapping her leg around me. She pulls my lips to hers and presses her body to me, positioning herself to take me in. There's nothing but her, and the need to fill her, to be a part of her. I slide in, pushing and pushing, filling and filling. We moan in unison as pleasure and need mix. When I've gone as far as I can, Madeleine pushes her weight down, taking me in more.
Then neither of us move. We cling to each other as our bodies pulse with need, our hearts thunder in unison, our gazes hold. And in that moment, my heart heals. We're one. Not just physically, but emotionally.
“Max.”
The emotion with which she says my name tells me that she feels it too. The desperation to fill the emptiness that had been left vacant when I thought she was lost to me ebbs. Now it's love and joy that drives me. I grind against her, wanting to feel as pleasure overtakes her again. I move steadily, forcefully, knowing I don't have much time left.
“Madeleine. Now.”
I thrust in hard, deep, and her body grips me like a vice, pulling me to the heavens with her.
Madeleine
The door ishard and uncomfortable, but I don't care. I cling to Max as my body finishes shuddering around him. I can't remember ever feeling so connected to anyone. At first, I needed him to touch me, to make love to me, to stop the feelings of grief permeating my soul. But then he was in me, a part of me, and it was as if I'd been made whole again. It was an amazing feeling I didn't want to end. So, I held him tight, keeping him close, keeping him inside me.
He lifts his head and grins. “Do you want to come in?”
I laugh, rapping my head against the door as I do. He uses one hand to push off the door and carries me toward the bed. “Come with me.”
“I just did.”
He stops mid-step and laughs. “God, I love you”
He tosses me on the bed, shaking it and rattling bottles on the side table.
I look at the line of tiny liquor bottles. “Are you drunk?”
“Not quite.”
“Will you remember this tomorrow?” I slide my sandals off, tossing them on the floor.
He lays next to me, pulling me to his side. “I'll remember this forever.”
My heart grows fuller than I ever thought it could. “It's no wonder that I love you.”
