His laughter dies away and his eyes darken as they swing back to me. His gaze slides down, scorching over my body all the way down to my toes before snapping back up to my face. He takes a step forward, pushing me to take a step back
.
The bed hits the back of my knees and I swallow back a nervous gasp. Did I piss him off? He looks really intense all of a sudden.
“I’ve thought about it,” he says fiercely, grabbing me gently by the back of the neck and pulling me close like he’s going to kiss me. “And I’ve decided I like her so much because she looks a little like you.”
“Oh,” is the only word I’m capable of saying, all the silliness draining away. It’s a miracle with the way he’s holding me, the way he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me, that I’m still capable of breathing.
“But she only looks like you a little,” he growls, his face closing the distance between us. His mouth lingers just a breath away from my mouth and my lips tingle, waiting for him to kiss them.
“Only a little?”
He nods slowly and then there’s this wicked gleam in his eyes before he says. “You’re much prettier.”
He kisses me and any doubts I may have still had go flying out of my pretty little head.
Bending me back, Max uses his kiss to sink me down onto the bed. Feeling myself succumb to gravity, my hands clutch at his shirt as he lowers his weight down on top of me until I’m spread beneath him.
He’s so big, so massive, he should crush me yet he feels like he was meant to be on top of me. Our bodies were made to fit into each other’s grooves and spaces.
I have this sudden primal urge to tear his shirt open, to feel his skin against my skin. To rake my nails against it.
He growls into my mouth and my sex clenches. I don’t know if it’s him or the sudden spike of neediness but I feel so hot it’s feverish.
I love being beneath him, I love the way his body sinks my body into the mattress. I love the way his teeth bang into my teeth as he kisses me passionately.
Fuck, I love him, all of him.
I must have said it out loud because he growls, “I love you too,” and deepens the kiss.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, a bit of wiggling and me whining as his weight lifts away but his hands grab my shirt and rip it open. Just like before, he grabs the little bit of fabric that connects the cups of my bra together and just pulls, popping it open.
My breasts seem to freeze in mid-air before dropping and jiggling.
Tearing his mouth from mine, his eyes gaze hungrily down at them.
“These breasts,” he growls and his head drops to taste them. Tongue flicking against just the tips. “These fucking breasts kill me. I’ve never seen such fucking beautiful, perfect breasts.”
Hands covering my aching globes, he squeezes and kneads them as his mouth kisses a path down my stomach.
“Max,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he stops to dip his tongue into my belly button.
Teeth scraping against my belly, he lingers near my hip, sucking hard on it.
“You’re so fucking sexy, I have to mark you,” he grunts as his mouth moves away. Sure enough he left a small hickey that will probably darken by morning. “You’re mine and I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you.”
His eyes meet my eyes and I should be terrified by the way he’s talking about killing someone but I’m only turned on more by his possessiveness.
“And this pussy…” he growls, dragging his eyes away.
I suck in a breath just as he slides down and his hot breath hits my tender, throbbing flesh.
“I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy, Grace. Fuck, you’re like cream on my tongue. I could lick you for days.”
Hands giving my breasts one last parting squeeze, he has to grab me by the thighs and hold me open for him.
“Max, please…” I plead with him. I know I must have somehow upset him with the Britney question but if he starts to lick me to prove a point there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep from screaming.