Smokescreen

When I walk out my breath hitches. Max is lying on my bed with his hands behind his head watching the door. His eyes graze over me and a rumble comes out.

“Come here.” He motions with one hand.

I walk to him slowly and link my fingers with his. He gently pulls me down over him so my body partially covers his.

“You are so beautiful. Do you know that?”

I shake my head against his and let the heat of our bodies seep through me. The skin that is touching is scorching but I still feel goose bumps rise when he runs his fingers over the bare flesh of my arms.

“It’s too soon, and too much is going on, but when this is all over, you will know how precious you are to me.”

“When what’s all over?”

“When I can finally tell you everything. There are some things going on with my business, things I can’t discuss. But for now, I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”

I stiffen under him.

“Relax, Bella. You need to know something. I like control, especially in the bedroom. I’m dominant and demanding. I take what I want, but make sure to give as well. For right now, until you trust me, you’re in control.”

The look of pure lust in his eyes sends my insides to the pit of my stomach. Butterflies dance around and my heart beats so fast, I know he can feel it.

His face softens. “Do I make you nervous?”

“A little.” My face blushes and I try to push away.

“Talk to me.”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Never be embarrassed with me, tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I’m not a virgin, Max, far from it.”

Darkness clouds his features and he growls. “I never want to hear about your sex life, Stella.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just you‘re so intense and passionate. I’m a little afraid of not meeting your expectations.”

“You think I have expectations about us?”

I nod slowly.

“Babe, we kiss and rockets go off. You moan at dinner and my dick jumps in my pants. I tell you I want to fuck you on the table and you blush. That right there should be a clue we’re compatible. But I’m going to tell you a secret.”

I raise my eyes, waiting. “If we are anything together, like we are in my mind when I jack off thinking about you, we will be beyond compatible. You may never leave the bed.”

“Really?” I giggle. “You think about me like that?”

“Why do you think I was in the shower so long tonight? If I didn‘t think Laci would be here every night, I would make Beef Stroganoff seven days a week for your reaction.”

I continue grinning.

“Now I have to let you in on the other confession … about my supersonic hearing. I also heard you talking about the bike ride. You want to get off, my pleasure, it’ll be my goal next time. But I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. So, I ask again, can I make you feel good?”

My body heat rages and nipples harden under the satin fab

ric. “Yes,” I rasp.

His nostrils flare a touch and his pupils grow wide. He gently lays me on my back, tucked to his side. Grazing his fingers over my thighs and up to my hips. He hisses.