CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
In the thirty minutes Carrie had been apart from Max at the party something had changed. He’d left her on the dance floor with Tyler acting completely normal, but who was the man that had returned?
She wanted to keep him.
Pulling her closer to the heat of his body, they moved in rhythm to the slow, romantic ballad. His thighs brushed against her with every step, and there was no mistaking his arousal pressed against her belly. He slid his hands down her spine until they rested at the small of her back while her hands looped around his neck, her fingers playing with the silky hair at his nape. Nuzzling her temple, his lips grazed her skin and she had to stifle the moan that tried to escape from her throat.
At this moment he filled her senses, completely blocking out the rest of the world. She could feel his warm flesh, smell his heady male aroma. The muscles of his shoulders bunched under her palms as he breathed softly in her ear, crooning words she’d longed for.
How beautiful she looked tonight.
How good she felt against him.
How amazing she was.
Like a thirsty man in the desert, she drank up his compliments as if her very life depended on it. She didn’t even care if he meant them. It simply felt wonderful to finally be in his embrace. She’d craved this since she’d come to London.
It wouldn’t be the same with another man. No one else would do but Max.
Pressing a kiss next to her ear, she heard him whisper softly, “Do you want to go home where we can be alone?”
Yes. With all my heart.
That was her heart speaking. Whatever her brain might have had to say about this moment she’d never know because every single cell in her body was screaming at the top of its lungs to say yes, drowning out any rational thought. Yes. Go home with Max. Make love. Get sweaty in the sheets and do debauched things to one another until dawn. She was already more aroused just by dancing with him than she’d been with her ex the entire last year they were together.
Carrie might have regrets later but right now she longed to live in the moment. Grab the brass ring and hold on tight for all she was worth. Maxwell Hayes was the ride of a lifetime and she wasn’t going to miss out. He wanted her and she wanted him. It might not be true love but he was a good man and he wasn’t making her any promises he couldn’t keep. This was about this one night and that was fine with her.
Reaching up, she traced his lips with a fingertip, feeling him shudder under her touch. It made her feel even more powerful knowing she affected this man so much.
“Take me home, Max.”
* * *
Carrie barely registered the limousine driver who opened the car door for her. Her focus was on the man at her side. Max too seemed preoccupied but managed to nod and thank the driver before pressing the button that slid the privacy shield between the front and the back of the vehicle.
They were finally alone.
The good girl Carrie would have waited patiently until they arrived home and then allowed Max to lead her to bed where they would have polite sex in the missionary position. She might even have an orgasm. But she didn’t want to be good and patient and all that other crap.
She wanted to be bad.
She wanted to be wild.
Specifically, she wanted to be naughty with Maxwell Hayes. Being sweet and nice was fucking overrated. If she was going to regret this later then by God she was going to make it worthwhile. Tyler might throw legendary parties but Carrie was about to throw one unforgettable afterparty. Only two guests required.
Checking that the dark screen was indeed in place, she swung her leg over Max’s thighs so she was straddling him as she ran her hands up his muscular chest, looping them around his neck. His smile grew as he realized her intentions were decidedly debauched.
Carrie’s fingers tangled in his thick dark hair and she immediately felt him hard and ready. Rubbing against him, she heard his tortured exhale as his hands slid up her legs and under her skirt. His touch sent swirls of pleasure through her abdomen and she leaned forward to capture his lips with her own. He tasted of fine whiskey and sin, a deadly combination.
But Max wasn’t the type to sit passively as her greedy fingers explored his torso. With a muttered oath, his mouth covered hers and his tongue demanded entry, easily taking control of the kiss and ultimately their encounter. This was the dominant man she’d come to know in the last weeks. Max plundered her mouth as if he was a pirate and she was his treasure to find and win.
His surprisingly gentle fingers traced patterns on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and his thumb probed the elastic of her panties, making her shake with arousal. He would find her wet, swollen, and wanting, desperate for more of him. This. It had been so long and she couldn’t get enough. She needed his kisses, his fingers, his tongue, and ultimately his cock.
She ground against him and his fingers tightened on her hip as he growled her name against her skin, sending vibrations straight to her clit. His teeth nipped at the pulse point of her throat and then his tongue swept out to soothe the tiny hurt. Her world tilted and spun and her head fell back, her lids drifting closed as she trembled with the force of her need. She’d never craved a man the way she did Max. He was a fever in her blood, a dream that wouldn’t let her sleep, a nagging ache in her heart that wouldn’t give her peace.
Right now, he was her entire world.
“Max,” she breathed, sucking in a lungful of his addictive scent along with the aroma of expensive leather. “Yes.”
His devilishly talented fingers found her hot center, slick and ready. Two fingers easily glided in as his thumb played with her clit, almost sending her over with that simple touch. Instead of teasing her, he seemed to recognize her desperate need, or perhaps he had his own barely controlled desires. His fingers moved in and out, slowly, maddeningly, giving her just the rhythm she needed to go over.
“That’s my girl,” he urged, his lips next to her ear and that deep baritone doing evil things inside of her. “Come on my fingers. You can do it, darling. Come hard for me and then I’ll let you ride my cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to be deep inside of you? But first you have to give me your first orgasm of the night. The first of many.”
Fuck yes, that’s what I want. Give it to me.
His dirty talk was exactly what she needed. Carrie’s entire body tightened, her channel clamping down on him as she fell over the cliff. If she hadn’t been sitting she would have collapsed and in a way she did, falling forward against his chest as his fingers wrung out orgasm after orgasm before giving her a moment’s respite.
“Little one,” he whispered, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his voice strained. “Are you on birth control? Are you clean?”
She’d had herself tested after Mark’s betrayal and she knew from talking to Paige that the actors had complete physicals and bloodwork for every film. No studio would hire an actor that couldn’t be insured.
“I’m healthy and I get the shot.”
The metallic sound of Max’s zipper was loud in the silence. “I’m clean too, sweetheart. Do you want this? Do you want me? You can still say no.”
There was literally no chance of that happening.
She had to take a breath to be able to answer. “I’m saying yes.”
His hands went to her hips and he gently lifted her up onto her knees. “Ride me.”
Lowering herself down onto him, she panted as he entered her inch by glorious inch. He was big and thick and it had been a long time.
So good.
Panting, she groaned as her walls stretched to accommodate his size. When she was fully seated, she paused for a moment to revel in the feeling of being so amazingly and wonderfully full. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek, his chin, his jaw, and then finally his mouth.
As they began to move together the musk of arousal and sex hung in the air. Gasps and moans broke through the quiet along with the slap of skin against skin. Underneath her Carrie could feel the smooth roll of the vehicle as it sailed down the road, occasionally veering to the left or right.
“So tight, so hot,” Max ground out, his teeth gritted together and his jaw snapped tightly shut. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Use me and make yourself come. I want you to scream my name when you do.”
The pleasure continued to build as she slammed down on him over and over, more urgently than before. His fingers had found the tips of her breasts, hard and needy through the fabric of her dress, and he pinched them into tighter points as his cock rubbed all the spots deep inside of her that no man had ever seemed to find before.
It was as if her body didn’t belong to herself. It took commands from Max and she was his willing supplicant. She cried out his name when he reached between them to rub her swollen clit, sending her straight into the stars, vaguely aware that he reached his pinnacle right after.
Shattered and exhausted, she fell against his chest, the fabric of his suit coat rubbing against her cheek. Both of them sweaty and satiated, they didn’t say anything the rest of the ride, content to simply be close. As the limo pulled up in front of Max’s house, he tilted up her chin so she was looking into those crystalline blue eyes.
“I don’t want this to be over. Come inside with me, Carrie. Be with me tonight.”
There was only one possible answer. It had been that way since the moment she’d stepped foot in London. Maybe it was something in the water or the rain. Whatever it was she was hopelessly hooked on this man.
“Yes.”
Even if it was only for one night.