Colorado 01 The Gamble (47 page)

My body liked that too.

I pressed closer.

Max twisted his torso to me, pushing me back
into the chair, his hand coming to my front, running over my ribs,
my midriff then up to cup my breast.

“Yes,” I whispered against his lips when his
warm hand closed over my soft flesh.

Then I kissed him, our tongues tangling, his
thumb stroking my nipple, one of my hands went from his hair to tug
up his shirt and it slid in, gliding along his hot skin and solid
muscle.

His finger found his thumb and together they
squeezed then rolled.

I felt this dance through my body, most
specifically straight between my legs, and it felt so good, I liked
it so much, I lost it.

I pushed him back and followed him, moving
up over him to straddle his hips as my hands went to his shirt,
lifting it up. Max helped, his hands went from me to the back of
his neck where he tugged the shirt over his head, down his arms and
he tossed it away.

It was my time, my chance, his magnificent
chest was right there in front of me and I wanted to explore.

So I bent, my lips going to his neck, my
hands going to his body, both explored, fingers, lips, tongue,
teeth. I slid down, bowed my back to get to him, taste his skin,
drift the tips of my fingers across the ridges of his belly, run
the edges of my teeth against his nipple, the sound of him sucking
in breath forcing a surge of wetness to strike between my legs.

His fingers curled into my shirt and up it
went, forcing my torso up, my arms then it too was tossed away and
Max’s hands came to my back, pressing in, forcing me to arch
forward, pushing me up and his lips fastened on my nipple over my
bra.

“Max,” I breathed as the sensation of his
mouth closing on me rocked through my body, my hands sliding into
his hair and his tongue flicked out.

Even over my bra this felt better than his
fingers, way better. He had a very strong tongue.

“More,” I demanded on a whisper, my hips
instinctively rolling against his hard crotch and his mouth went
away but his hand pulled my bra down, his fingers curling around my
breast and there it was, Max’s mouth direct on me.

Divine.

I tipped my head down to watch and there was
something so amazing about Max’s dark head close to my skin, his
tanned hand holding my breast to his talented mouth, I couldn’t
hold it back and I heard my moan as it escaped my lips.

His head tilted back, his face more
beautiful suffused with want, especially his want of
me
, and he
muttered, “Jesus, honey.”

“More,” I whispered again and suddenly we
were up, Max’s hands at my bottom, my legs went around his hips, my
arms went around his shoulders and he was striding to the
stairs.

I couldn’t stop, didn’t have near enough of
him, maybe I could never get enough. But I was going to try.

I bent my head and put my mouth to his neck,
tasting it with my tongue, tugging his earlobe with my teeth.

Before I knew it we were by the bed, Max
bent at the hips and the light went on.

“Drop your legs, Duchess,” he ordered and I
did what I was told.

I no sooner got my feet on the floor then
the drawstring was pulled on my pajama bottoms and they pooled at
my ankles and then I was up again, only to be partially placed,
partially tossed on the bed.

I watched Max follow me down but he didn’t
land on top of me, his hands slid up my inner thighs, spreading my
legs and then his mouth was on me, over my panties.

I heard the low, rough noise escape my
throat as his mouth moved on me then he muttered, “Fuckin’ soaked,”
before his fingers shoved the material of my panties aside and his
mouth was
on
me.

I bucked against his mouth and moaned,
“
Max.
”

It was debatable whether his finger or his
tongue was more gifted until his finger slid inside and his mouth
covered my sweet spot and sucked deep. My whole body jolted at the
sheer beauty of it and I knew a combination of the two was
the
best.

“Oh my God,” I breathed because it was
coming and it was going to be beyond anything I’d ever
experienced.

Then Max’s finger slid away and his mouth
moved up an inch and he kissed me over my panties.

My head shot up and I cried in protest,
“Max!”

His hands went to my armpits and he hauled
me up and twisted me in the bed until my head hit the pillows and
he came down on top of me.

“You stopped!” I accused.

“We’re comin’ together this time, baby,” he
said against my mouth and then kissed me, his tongue sliding inside
and this time I tasted me on Max and it was so appealing, me
mingled with Max, I forgot to be angry that he left me hanging and
I kissed him back.

He rolled to my side, his finger hooking in
my underwear, tugging it down and I pedaled my feet to kick them
off. They no sooner left my ankles then Max’s arms came around me
and he rolled to his back, taking me with him and I pulled up,
straddling him and my hands instantly went to his jeans. His hand
went to the nightstand. I unbuttoned. He pulled open the
drawer.

I slid down his thighs and bent low,
touching my lips to the flat, taut skin over the waistband at his
fly as I kept unbuttoning. His hand came to my hair. I got the
buttons undone and yanked the jeans partly down his hips and saw my
first glimpse of the true meaning of Wonder Max.

He was beautiful all over.

My hand wrapped around him for half a happy
second when I was pulled up, rolled over and Max was on me.

“
You keep stopping me in the middle of the
good stuff,” I snapped, my hands sliding down his back, one going
in his jeans and over his bottom and it was soft (his skin) and
tight (his muscle) and I immediately decided I
loved
it.

Max ripped open a condom with his teeth
before he grinned, his mouth came to mine and he promised, “You’ll
get the good stuff, Duchess.”

His hand was working between us but his
mouth was now covering mine and he was kissing me again and then
his hips were between my legs and, just as I was really getting
into the kiss, I felt the muscles of his bottom bunch under my hand
and he thrust into me.

The feel of him, so big, so glorious,
surging into me, filling me, connecting me to him, made me break
our kiss as my neck arched reflexively and I committed that moment
to memory, burned it into my brain, knowing I’d never forget it as
long as I lived.

My other hand went into his jeans, both my
legs bent at the knees to give him deeper purchase and I pressed
them against his sides as Max pulled out and rammed back in.

“That’s beautiful,” I whispered the God’s
honest truth.

“You’re absolutely fuckin’ right,” Max
muttered his agreement, pulled out so I could only feel the tip and
then slammed back in.

My fingers flexed, my legs squeezed and my
mouth begged, “More, darling.”

He gave me more, he gave me his mouth, his
tongue, his right forearm in the bed beside me, his left hand
fisted in my hair and he thrust into me harder, faster.

It was back, it was coming,
I
was coming and he’d been right
the day before, it was going to be so big, I was going to split
straight out of my skin.

“Max –” I panted, my hips rocking with his
drives.

“I can feel it, Jesus, Nina, you’re ready,”
Max groaned. “Come for me, baby.”

“Okay,” I breathed and did what I was
told.

I closed my eyes and my head rolled back, my
hips reared up, my hands went from his behind to become my arms
wrapping him tight and I gasped as it tore through me, hard, long
and soul destroyingly beautiful.

Max’s face was in my neck and I felt his
growled release against my skin half a second after I felt him
drive in deep and stay planted there.

After, for awhile neither of us moved, Max
stayed buried deep, his face in my neck and my arms stayed wrapped
around him, my thighs pressed to his sides.

Finally, Max rolled to his back, his arms
coming around me as he settled me, straddling him and still
connected, on top.

“Yeah,” he murmured against my neck as his
hand drifted along the skin of my back, “it’s fair to say we got
chemistry.”

I closed my eyes tight and pressed my
forehead into the pillow because the case for that was so strong
there was no use arguing against it.

One of his arms curled tight around me as
his other hand slid down and cupped my bottom.

“How’s your leg, Duchess?” he asked
softly.

“It’s okay,” I told the pillow.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

God, he was so
wonderful.

I shook my head.

His voice was even softer when he asked,
“How’s that shield?”

Before I could stop myself, I whispered,
“Cracked.”

“Finally,” he muttered both his arm and hand
giving me a squeeze.

I sighed.

He rolled again, disconnecting us and laying
me on my side. My knees came up as I curled into myself, Max’s hand
slid my hair from my neck and he kissed me there.

“Don’t move, be right back,” he ordered then
he was gone.

I stared at his pillow thinking I just had
that, had him, and I wanted it again.

And again.

For eternity.

In the grips of a sudden, irrational panic,
I whirled around and jumped off my side of the bed, thinking that
my rummaged through suitcase and my pajama bottoms would take too
long, I ran to the dresser. I opened and closed the top drawer then
in the one down I found what I wanted. I yanked out one of Max’s
t-shirts and tugged it on. I was pulling up my panties, my mind
blank, no thoughts in my head, none at all, no idea what I was even
doing when Max came back in, his hair sexily disheveled from my
hands, still in his jeans but they were only partially
buttoned.

My mouth went dry. His brows snapped
together.

“You moved,” he informed me of the
obvious.

“Yes.”

“You dressed,” he went on.

“Um…”

I stopped mumbling when Max started
stalking.

I took one look at his big, tall, powerful
body in stalk mode and I retreated. In about a step, I hit the
dresser with my bad leg.

“Ouch,” I said but I barely got out that one
syllable when I was up in the air and then I was down on the bed
and Max was on top of me.

I looked into his clear, gray
determined
eyes.

“Max –”

“I got in,” he declared and he could say
that again.

“Max –”

“I’m in, Duchess, you think for a second I’m
gonna let you push me out?”

“Um…”

“I’m not.”

“Max –”

His hands started roaming and he stated, “No
fuckin’ way.”

I forgot what we were talking about because
his hands were up the shirt.

Then I asked, “What are you doing?”

“That was fast.”

“Sorry?”

“Too fast.”

“Um…”

I stopped muttering when his mouth came to
my neck. “This time, gonna fuck you slow.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed out loud.

His head came up and he was smiling.

Then he said, “Yeah.”

Then he kissed me. After that, he fucked me
slow.

And it was even better.

* * * * *

We were in Max’s hot sauna that Max had
turned on after round one and Max took me to after round two.

It wasn’t big, just big enough for two. Max
had a towel around his hips and he was sitting on the little,
wooden bench. I had a towel wrapped around my body and I was on my
back on the bench, my knees bent nearly to my chest with my feet
against the wooden wall, my head on Max’s firm, towel-covered
thigh. He was using his fingers to sift through my hair, arranging
it across his lap.

Heaven.

I had my eyes closed and my mind was
wandering to nowhere, nothing. It wasn’t filled with junk and
garbage like it normally was. It was just drifting along
peacefully. And my body was sated and relaxed, so deeply, I didn’t
think relaxation
could
be that
deep.

“What’s in your head, Duchess?”

“You have a strong tongue,” I blurted the
first thing that entered my blank mind then my eyes popped open and
I saw him looking down at me, his brows raised and his mouth
twitching.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I whispered and turned my head to
the side so my cheek was to his thigh and I hoped the hot sauna
camouflaged the heat in my face.

His finger touched the hinge of my jaw and
went down, along my neck to my collarbone.

“Nina –” he called and I started talking,
scared to death of what he might say, I had to stop him saying
anything at all.

“I’m not sure sweating with a man in a sauna
is a good thing to do.”

“Why?”

“Sweat is unattractive,” I told the
wall.

“It wasn’t when you broke one in my bed ten
minutes ago.”

He would mention that.

“Well –”

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded gently as
his fingers curled around my neck.

I closed my eyes then I turned my head on
his thigh to look up at him. His face was as gentle as his voice
and I tensed.

“You’re right, we’ve only known each other a
week,” he said, his thumb stroking my jaw and my tense body went
taut, all sated relaxation, garbage-free mind gone.

I knew it. I just knew it.

Wonder Max wasn’t Wonder Max at all.

He had me naked(ish) in his sauna after
having sex with me twice and he was done with me.

I just
knew
it.

“Yes, only a week,” I agreed, pulling my
face from his hand, lifting up and twisting so I was seated on the
bench.