Time seemed to stop, both of them staring at each other with unrestrained passion, and there wasn’t a sound except for their harsh breathing to break the silence.
“Fuck. I need you,” Max finally said harshly. He opened the door of the car and grabbed her bag. He was on the other side of the vehicle before Mia could even unbuckle her seatbelt, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the restraint.
Max flipped it open and she stumbled out of the car, landing in his arms. He picked her up and strode to the house. “Key,” he requested impatiently.
“In the plant. I can see it. Were Kade and Travis here?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah.”
“They didn’t even bother to hide it.”
Max fished the key from the plant beside the door and unlocked the door, pushing it open with his foot. Dropping the key on the table next to the door, he released his hold on her bag and set her on her feet. “I want you naked right now. I need you wanting me and moaning my name. I want to feel every emotion you have while I f**k you until you’re satisfied.”
“B-Bedroom,” she stammered, her body yearning to be joined with his, the desire so raw and carnal that her entire being was trembling and the moist heat between her thighs felt almost unbearable.
“I’m not going to make it that far.” Max growled, the feral, reverberating sound vibrating low and dangerously in the air as he grabbed the edges of her shirt and popped every button off the Western button-down she was wearing. “Mine. Every damn inch of you is mine.”
Mia drew in a sharp breath as Max lowered his head and fused his mouth to hers. His kiss was possessive and punishing, but Mia welcomed it. She wanted to be completely branded and taken, declared his in the most primitive way possible.
Crazy love.
The way she felt about Max was insane and volatile, and she couldn’t care less if he could feel every wild emotion that coursed through her body, because she was simply answering his call. He felt the same way. They shared the same lush primitive fury that was ready to combust at any moment.
She opened to him, surrendered to him, entwining her tongue with his as she pushed her hands beneath his t-shirt and inwardly sighed as she touched warm skin over steely muscle. Trying to touch him everywhere at once, her hands roamed over his chest and around his back, her fingers touching every hot inch she could get to, and finding nothing except unyielding strength.
The button on her jeans popped and the zipper came down. Max tore his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged as he tugged the shirt off her arms and tore open the clasp of her bra, the undergarment hitting the floor seconds later, joining her discarded top. Mia clawed at Max’s shirt, desperate to get him just as naked, but he ignored her, his complete focus on tugging the jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them.
Grabbing her hand, he led her to the couch and bent her over the elevated arm. She braced her hands on the cushion to steady herself, her breathing so hot and heavy that she was gasping, her red-hot need for Max making her come undone.
His palms gripped the cheeks of her ass, alternately cupping and caressing each one reverently. “Never run from me again,” he demanded harshly, his breathing ragged. “We belong together.”
Feeling his need to assert his claim and have her under his control, she murmured quietly, “Do it. I know you want to.” Everything feminine inside her responded to his dominance, moisture rushing heatedly between her thighs. “Do it.”
Max was right. She did belong with him, and to him, and she wanted him to claim her. She knew exactly what he needed right now, and she was squirming to feel the sting of his palm on her ass, an erotic pleasure that, coming from Max, would drive her completely mad.
“I can’t,” he answered, frustrated.
Mia knew why he was hesitating. “I know the difference between abuse and love play. For God’s sake, do it. And make me come,” she ordered him, unable to wait another moment.
“I’m not exactly playing,” Max hissed softly but dangerously.
His palm connected with her ass solidly, jolting her body and making her skin tingle with erotic pain and pleasure. It hurt, but the excitement of Max letting loose his dominant tendencies on her far outweighed the sting of his palm.
She wanted more…
And she got what she wanted.
The second and third impacts of his hand on her ass went straight to her core, the muscles clenching, begging for release.
Moaning aloud at the forth smack, she begged, “Please, Max. Make me come.”
Her ass was stinging and her clit was throbbing for attention.
“Never leave me again, Mia. Not for any reason,” Max warned, his hand caressing her stinging cheeks and delving between her thighs. “Promise me.”
The masculine, commanding tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“Touch me. Please,” she begged, desperate.
He teased her clit lightly, just enough to make her want to scream. Her entire body was one big mass of tangled heat and desire, ready to explode, and only Max held the power to make her detonate.
He smacked her ass again, followed by a caress to her cheeks and then a delicate teasing between her thighs. “Promise me,” he insisted, continuing the same pattern over and over.
Unable to speak, she moaned aloud, clawing at the leather of the couch cushion. Max was ramping up her need to implosion level, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop, but her tolerance was at an end. “Yes. I promise. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he answered harshly.
His fingers slid between her saturated folds, finding her engorged, sensitive bud and gliding over it with persistent pressure. The pleasure was so heady, intensified by her stinging rear, so intoxicating that her legs trembled and a strangled cry left her lips as release rushed forward at a dizzying speed.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “You’re so hot, so wet. Let go. I’ll catch you when you fall.”
Mia did let go, with an orgasm that shattered her whole body, pieces of herself scattering everywhere as she rode the climax, whimpering and moaning incoherently as Max buried two fingers inside her, keeping the pressure on her clit with his thumb as she came, challenging her to take every bit of pleasure she could handle, plus a little more.
Max did catch her, just as he promised he would, wrapping a muscular arm around her waist to keep her steady, holding her while she came down gasping, her heart racing at insane gallop inside her chest.
Mia had no idea how much time had passed as she floated back down to earth. Max was holding her with one arm, while the fingers of his other hand were lightly stroking the curve at the top of her left buttock.