Chapter 24
WREN
I’d just slammed the hood shut on the Mustang, content with what I’d done for the day, when Max walked into the garage. He didn’t pause when he saw me, but instead walked directly into my space, pulling me against him and taking my mouth with a kiss so intense all I could do was cling to him for support and give myself over to his mouth.
“We’re going now,” he panted against my mouth.
My entire body shivered at his throaty command as he tagged my hand and began to pull me toward his bike.
My laughter at his haste was promptly swallowed when he pressed me up on the nearest wall, his expression nearly feral. “I have a very loose hold on my control,” he warned. “So, let me tell you what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna get us home, and you’re going to take that fine ass in the house and strip for me. I want you on the bed, and I don’t want anything hiding that body from me. Can you do that?”
Instead of feeling shy as I would have just mere weeks ago, I was unbelievably turned on by his request and nodded dutifully.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his eyes straying to my lips before he backed off, pulling me once again toward his bike.
My heart hammered in my chest as we hit the freeway, anticipation like a living thing between us. Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous. Not with Max. Instead, all I felt was exhilaration that the man I’d coveted for years was about to be mine.
“Remember what I said,” he reminded me, his voice an octave lower than normal, after we pulled up in front of his house.
I bit my lip and nodded. Getting off the bike, I headed for the house. I dismantled the alarm the way Max had showed me and walked on shaking legs back to the bedroom.
I rid myself of my clothing, my hands trembling as I unhooked my bra and slid my panties down my legs. I crawled onto the bed as ordered, my heart hammering in my chest as I waited for Max. I didn’t need to wait long. Within moments he appeared in the doorway, his dark eyes sweeping over me.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” he breathed reverently, his tongue licking his bottom lip in anticipation.
He truly believed that, I knew he did.
“I don’t know where to start,” he admitted hungrily.
I squirmed on the bed. “Well, you’d better start somewhere,” I warned, “or I’m going to have to take care of things myself.”
His brows rose. “Is that right? That I have to see, but not yet. Not today. Today, you’re all mine.” He pulled his tee off with one hand, revealing the gorgeous abs I’d kissed at every opportunity. His pants came next, leaving him in boxer briefs that did nothing to conceal just how much he wanted me.
He crawled up from the bottom of the bed, kissing me as he went. When he came to my core, he breathed in deep as though my scent gave him life. His journey continued, licking my belly button before ravishing each breast with his lips and tongue. By the time he reached my mouth, I was a bundle of frantic desire.
He settled between my legs, pressing against me deliciously as he took my mouth. There was nothing frantic about his movements. His kiss was deep and leisurely, as though he had all the time in the world.
My hands caressed the glorious muscle in his arms before raking over his broad back in a bid to somehow contain what was already building inside me.
He took up a slow rhythm, pressing against me as his teeth nipped at my neck and shoulder. I’d never known that a small bite of pain turned me on that much more. Max had discovered that and had frequently used it to his advantage to drive me absolutely crazy.
“Take these off,” I panted, my fingers at the hem of his boxers.
“Soon,” he promised, chuckling at my groan of frustration. “There’s only one first time with you,” he murmured, dropping a kiss on my collarbone.
“There will also be a second and a third,” I reminded him on a moan as his fingers danced over the bundle of nerves screaming for attention.
“And a twentieth and a hundredth,” he interjected, not pausing his ministrations. “I told you I’d be your first and last, and I meant it.”
I cupped his face in my hands, staring up at the man I’d fallen in love with so absolutely that there was no question he was my forever. “I know.” My breath hitched as a light sheen of sweat broke out over my skin. He played my body like an instrument, watching with hooded eyes as he brought me over the edge.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as I shuddered in his arms. Finally, when I’d managed to control my breathing somewhat, he moved away from me, but only so far as to slip off his boxers.
“It’s gonna hurt this first time, babe. Then, it’ll be so fucking good. Promise.” He swore as he moved in between my legs, pressing against my entrance.
I bit my lip and nodded, forcing myself to relax as he nudged inside me.
It stung as he pushed further. I was small, and Max definitely was not. But it was a good kind of pain because it meant I was as close to him as you could be with another person.
“Christ, you feel so good. Are you okay?” he managed through gritted teeth.
I nodded as he pressed all the way inside me in one fluid thrust. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust. He was being so careful with me, I knew it took everything in him to take me slow.
“I’m okay, Max. I need you to move.” I marveled at the full feeling of having him inside me.
He picked up his rhythm to a slow and steady tempo that had me gasping for breath. His fingers moved between my legs, eclipsing the bite of pain with pleasure as he brought me with him toward the pinnacle.
When he bit down on my shoulder, I cried out his name, hurdling over the edge with him immediately behind me.
He groaned out my name, the throaty rumble the most beautiful sound. He collapsed gently on top of me, licking at the small mark he’d created as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting to keep him inside me just a bit longer despite the pain.
He kissed my neck before lifting his head to look me in the eye. “I love you, Wren.”
“I love you too,” I replied, feeling so deliciously full both body and soul.
He slid out of me gently, watching my face the entire time. I gave him a smile, assuring him I was okay. “Let’s take a bath.” He pulled me up off the bed and toward the bathroom. “It’ll help with the soreness.”
I would have rather stayed in bed, but I could tell he needed to take care of me, so I nodded and followed him into the bathroom.
Once we slipped into the bubbles, I leaned back against his chest with a pleasure-filled moan. He’d been right. The warm water immediately reduced the ache between my legs.
He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my jaw as we lay in comfortable silence. I took his large hand in mine, tracing over the rough patches earned from working on his bike and lifting weights to the soft patch on the top of his hand, never having felt so content.
“Did you find out anything?” I asked quietly.
His body noticeably stiffened under mine. “Let’s talk about it later.”
“Bu—” I started to protest.
He squeezed me, gently kissing my neck. “I’ll tell you what I know but later. Right now, I want to hold your sexy-as-fuck, soapy little body against mine and hope the bath soothes you enough so I can take you again and then make you some dinner.”
I barely suppressed a moan and decided I could wait to find out any details he’d learned. Tonight was about Max and me.