Page 87 of Silent Oaths
Heatblooms across my skin.
Idon’t move, barely even breathe as his fingers splay against the small of my back, pressing me flush against him.There’sno hesitation, no sign of him questioning whyI’mhere.
Adrowsy sigh escapes him beforeIfeel a gentle kiss pressed to my forehead.
Somethingin my chest clenches so tight, it almost hurts.
Idon’t know what to do with the way that simple act makes me feel, how easily it threatens to unravel me.
Iexhale, letting the tension seep out of me, and snuggle in closer.
That’swhenIfeel his unmistakably hard cock against my stomach.
Mylips part slightly as my entire body goes rigid for half a second before my thighs clench in response.
Maxwellshifts, andIswearIfeel him smirk against my hair.Hisarm tightens around me, fingers grazing over my spine in a slow, idle pattern.
Theway he touches me is unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world to explore.Hispalm drifts from my lower back, down the curve of my hip, then back up again, settling in the dip of my waist.
Hisother hand finds my hair, his fingers weaving through the strands, gathering them lazily before twisting a few locks between his fingers.Hegives a slight tug, and my face jerks up.
Isuck in a breath.
Hehums at the sound.
Ourlips are now mere inches apart.
Heslides his hand lower, grabbing my ass then subtly grazes his fingers over my exposed heat.Inever wear underwear to sleep, and for this,I’msuddenly thankful.
Idon’t know who moves first.Maybeit’s him.Maybeit’s me.ButbeforeIcan think better of it, our mouths meet.
Thekiss is slow, unhurried, just like his touch.Hislips move against mine lazily, teasing, coaxing.Henips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before soothing the bite with his tongue.
Heatcurls in my stomach, sharp and dizzying.
Maxwellsmiles, dragging his thumb across my swollen lips like he’s memorizing the feel of them. “Couldget used to this,” he murmurs.
Hisother hand—still lingering between my legs—slinks its way between my lower lips, touching my clit in a soft stroke.Ilet out a sharp exhale.
WhenMaxwellsets his fingers at my entrance,Ifeel a tingle shoot down my spine.
Slowly, he eases them inside, andIimmediately tighten around him, a throaty moan spilling from my mouth.
Thisisn’t whatIexpected whenIcrept intoJulian’sroom.Whateverhaunted me in my nightmares is nothing but a distant memory now.
Imove in sync with his fingers, matching the slow pace.
Julianis still asleep, blissfully unaware of what’s happening just inches away, and the thought of him waking up to this excites me.
IkissMaxwellagain, and a low sound rumbles from his chest.Hedeepens our kiss, tilting his head, pressing me closer.Hisfree hand tangles in my hair, his body flush against mine, andIfeeleverything.
Julianlets out a gravelly hum from his throat as he wakes.Hisbody shifts behindMaxwell, his fingers flexing in the blanket before reaching out blindly.
Whenhis hand finds me, his touch is warm, trailing along my waist.
He’sstill half asleep, but it’s as if his body remembers exactly where he is, exactly what he was doing before he drifted off.Heexhales againstMaxwell’sshoulder as he shifts, rolling his hips forward in a slow thrust.
Maxwelljolts slightly, a gasp cutting through his lips, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.Ifanything, the kiss grows more desperate.
