The heat of his hard body pulsed over me, fanning the flames of desire that licked at my core. I rocked against his erection again, and he hissed a low curse against my lips. His hand snaked between us, deft fingers finding the button at the front of my pants. The zipper parted, giving him access to my pink cotton panties.
He cupped my entire sex in his big hand, rubbing his palm against my throbbing clit, teasing through my underwear. My harsh cry at the sudden wash of pleasure mingled with his savage rumble.
“Are you going to come for me, angel?”
“Please…” I moaned into his mouth, pressing desperate kisses to his full lips. They curved beneath mine in an arrogant smile. My stomach flipped, and a wash of heat wet my panties. His hum of masculine satisfaction rolled through my body, drawing a shudder from deep in my core.
“Say my name,” he commanded, low and rough. Two thick fingers pressed into my lower lips, teasing through my underwear. But his palm remained still against my clit, denying me.
I tried to rotate my hips to get some stimulation, but his free hand tangled in my hair, tugging in sharp reprimand. Little sparks of pain lit up my scalp, and my head tipped back so that I was forced to look up at him. Moonlight flickered over his black eyes in a wicked gleam, and the cocky tilt of his half-smile made my heart flutter; a rapid pulse that was echoed between my legs.
He lowered his face to mine, keeping me trapped with his fist in my hair. “Say my name, and I’ll make you come.” There was a savage, hungry edge to the demand, and his dark eyes blazed.
In the dim light that filtered through my window, I didn’t see his scar. I could only make out the sharp lines of his cheekbones and stubble-roughened jaw, kissed by moonlight. He was breathtaking in his raw desire for me.
“Max,” I breathed. “Max…”
His mouth collided with mine, and he ground his palm against my clit in reward. He kept me captive with his possessive grip on my sex and my hair, holding me at his mercy as he inflicted devastating pleasure. My inner muscles tightened, bliss coiling low in my belly. I clutched on to him, my fingernails biting into his strong shoulders as I cried out against his hot lips. Ecstasy rushed through me, and he devoured the sound of my orgasm, tasting my low moan on his plundering tongue.
He held me through the rush of pleasure, wringing every drop of bliss from my body until I shook in his corded arms. My knees felt rubbery, and I leaned into him for support.
His kiss turned languid, and his hands gentled around my body, handling me like I was something precious and fragile. The savagery that’d overtaken him seemed to have been satisfied by my surrender, but he was still hard against my hip.
Releasing his shoulder, I dipped a shaky hand between us and fumbled at the button on his jeans. He hissed in a sharp breath.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to touch you,” I insisted, low and firm.
In response, he unclasped my bra and slid the straps down my arms, undressing me with more care than when he’d ripped off my shirt. His touch was slow and almost worshipful as he palmed my small breasts, teasing the hard buds of my nipples. I whimpered as sparks danced from the sensitive peaks straight down to my clit. Only moments ago, I’d thought I couldn’t handle any more contact with the tender area, but already, my desire pulsed back to life.
I couldn’t get enough of Max. His salt-kissed leather scent suffused the air around me, making me drunk on him.
Somehow, my trembling hands managed to strip off his jeans and boxers, and he toed off his boots. I didn’t dare look directly at him, but his corded thighs tensed beneath my touch, so powerful that my mouth watered. What would it be like to have all that strength focused on me? To have him drive his hard length into my body and feel his rippling muscles all around me?
He pulled down my pants, pausing to press a kiss to my stomach, just above my panties.
“Max.” I released his name on a shaky exhale. No man had ever been so close to my virgin sex. Even though my inner walls contracted with need, anxiety nipped at me.
Was I ready for this? I wanted Max more keenly than I’d known was possible, but there was so much that still separated us. I didn’t want to think about those challenges right now, but niggling doubts held me back.
His dark brow drew low over his eye, and he stood to his full height. Despite the way he towered over me, I didn’t feel a flicker of fear. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his calloused fingertips brushing over my heated cheek.