Maxim (Carolina Reapers 10)

“Tell me no, Evangeline. You have to, or I’m going to show you.” I cupped her face with one hand. “Tell me no.” It was the only word that could stop this madness, that would save us both from making what could be a giant mistake.

But instead of saying no, she leaned up and brushed her mouth over mine, bringing the incredible globes of her breasts against my chest.

A moan rumbled in my chest. “I mean it,” I warned her. “I’m going to kiss you until you whimper, until your body arches and rocks against mine. Then I’m going to peel off these pants and tug your underwear down your long, beautiful legs.”

She sucked in a quick breath. “And if I say yes? What then?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. “Then I’m going to make you come with my mouth, my lips, my tongue.” I lowered my head to hers and gave her a teasing sip of a kiss. “So you’d better tell me no if that’s not what you want, because one word from you, and I’ll go back to my side of the couch like a good boy.”

“You’ve never been a good boy.” Her nails bit into my neck with a delightful pressure that bordered on pain and she surged against me and kissed me hard.

I kissed her right back. This wasn’t the quick, sensual kisses we’d shared before games, or even the exploring, tentative one we’d shared in the kitchen weeks ago. This kiss was all tongues and teeth and primal yearning. It was barely leashed hunger and pure need.

Heat exploded between us and I let my weight settle on her, groaning at how perfect she felt beneath me as I claimed her lips over and over, fucking her mouth like my body demanded I do with my cock.

“Do you need these right now?” I asked, pulling back as I took the thin wire of her glasses between my fingers. The number one mood killer would be me breaking them by accident, which was a real possibility considering what I had in mind.

“Only to see far away,” she muttered, her hands in my hair.

“Good.” I slipped them from her face and set them gently on the end table, using every ounce of control I had to keep my hand from trembling. “Because I’m going to keep you very, very close.”

Then my lips were on hers, heat rushing through my veins as I kissed her mouth, her chin, the line of her neck. Her hand fisted my hair and I smiled against the delicate skin of her throat. “You like that.”

“Mmmm,” was her only response.

“That’s part of it, you know,” I whispered, testing that skin with a light nip of my teeth. “You have to communicate to your partner what you want. How you want it.”

“Kiss me,” she ordered, tugging at my hair.

“Just like that.” I grinned, then sank back into her kiss, losing myself in her taste, the swirls and thrusts of her tongue, the way her hips rolled against mine.

When she made that little whimper in the back of her throat, I kissed her even harder, deeper, as if I could fuse our mouths and live forever in this tiny, perfect moment. Then I hissed through my teeth when she rocked up and ground herself against the hard length of my cock.

It was time to make good on my promise.

I rose above her, and skimmed my hands down the sides of her body, leaving the tempting curves above and hooking my fingers into both the soft waistband of her pajama pants and the underwear beneath.

“You can tell me no,” I reminded her, locking eyes with her as I sat back on my knees between hers. She should tell you no.

She pressed her lips in a thin line, then nodded and arched her hips.

I kept my eyes on hers, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest as I tugged the fabric down, and down, and down, until she was bare from the waist down. Once the fabric was a forgotten heap on the floor, I lowered my gaze.

“God. Damn,” I groaned. She was fucking perfect. Her skin was soft as silk under my hands as I ran them up her thighs, towards the apex where a thin strip of blonde curls waited. “Evie.”

“I know I’m not tiny like—” she started, pushing her thighs together.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” I squeezed her thighs lightly. “These thighs would feel so damned good against my hips. Soft and strong at the same time. Your skin is satin, and right here—” I ran my thumb along the seam of her pussy. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“You’re really going to…” Her breathing sped up and grew ragged as she drew up her legs, bending at the knees.

“Hell yes, I am.” I hooked her thighs over my shoulders and split her with my tongue, licking into pure honey.