“I have a confession to make,” I murmured.
“Uh-huh?”
“I didn’t have to pee.”
“...What?” Desire blurred his dark eyes, leaving him with the most adorably perplexed expression. He couldn’t figure out why I was still talking instead of touching, kissing, grinding.
I stifled a moan as he worked his thigh between mine.
“You got me so horny, I couldn’t wait. I had to—”
Max swore, his intensity ratcheting from incredible to smoldering. “In the bathroom? You were—”
“Getting off. Rubbing one out. Whatever you want to call it. Not the first time, either. I’ve fantasized about you for a while.”
“When?” The question came out hoarse, strangled even. He rolled onto me fully, so I could feel how tremendously hard he was. Then he held still, teasing us both.
“When did I start?” At his jerky nod, I answered, “We made out at that party last year, remember? And we hung out in your room afterward. You were fooling with the basketball, bouncing it off the door so people would think we were having wild monkey sex.”
“I remember that.”
“You were so into Lauren back then, I knew there was no future in it, but that night, I went home, imagined what it would be like.”
“Tell me everything,” he ordered.
You dirty boy. I had no idea he liked dirty talk, but this, I could do. “Well, I was living in the dorm back then. Madison was out, thank God. So I went to bed and fucked myself stupid, imagining you were doing me up against your bedroom door. I came so hard, Max.”
“How?” he whispered.
“You mean fingers or toys?”
“Yeah.” Max lay down on me and put his face in my neck, trembling with the force of his need. He pumped his hips against me in furtive movements, unconscious, uncontrollable.
“Vibrator, six inches, flexible. But I didn’t turn it on that night. I just used it to fuck like you would.”
My nipples were so hard they hurt. His breath gusted in my ear as he worked his hips. Even with two layers of denim between us, it felt amazing. Max levered up enough to pull my bra and his shirt off. Then we were half-naked, skin to skin, and he growled, a hot flush high on his cheekbones. His mouth was slightly parted as he hung over me, biceps bulging.
“I don’t... I have no idea what I’m doing. Courtney, please—” Losing control, he bit into my neck and wrapped his arms tight around my back. His hot skin felt delicious against my aching breasts. I craved his mouth, his fingers, everything.
Never been so turned on in my life.
Somehow we wriggled out of our jeans and then there were only two thin layers of cotton between us. I expected him to roll back on top of me but instead he held himself up and slipped a hand into my panties. His eyes closed when he discovered how slick I was for him. Max stroked in perfect rhythm, edging me closer and closer. Like a bastard, he teased around my clit, working my labia until I could only moan and rub against his hand.
He kissed my belly, licking a circle around my navel while he drove me crazy with his fingers. “Sexy, sexy girl. You have to come soon.”
“Working on it,” I panted.
“No, you have to. I’m...close.”
“But I’m not even touching you.” Astonishment drove me upward, so my hand brushed his hard cock, and the new angle on his fingers, along with the extra pressure, spiked me into the hardest orgasm ever, even as Max called my name, shivering against me.
Holy, holy shit.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Afterward, Max stumbled to the bathroom to clean up.
Still too dreamy to move, I crawled under the covers. If he wants me to leave, he can kick me out. I’d pictured being nearly naked in Max’s bed before, but I never thought it would actually happen. With a goofy smile, I fell into the pillows and breathed him in. His scent was clean but earthy, a hint of gas and engine oil, plus the bright lemony scent of his soap. I stroked the pillow next to me.
A few minutes later, he returned in clean boxer briefs and as he came toward me, I admired the cut of his abs along with the lean line of his thighs.
“Perving on me already?” But he grinned as he climbed in next to me.
“You love it.”
“Maybe a little.”
Max dropped onto his back and spread his arm around, inviting me to cuddle up against him with a smoky look. I rolled against his side and found the perfect place for my head. As soon as I settled, he relaxed on a long breath, staring up at the ceiling with an expression that mirrored how I felt. Hesitantly I reached out and trailed my fingers down his chest, watching Max’s face.
His gaze heated as he sucked in a sharp breath. “That feels amazing.”
“I’m glad. I still kind of can’t believe you want this. Michael will be so disappointed. He asked me to wait for him, you know.”
Max’s eyes snapped open fully. “The fuck he did.”
“Kidding. But that does bring me to a pertinent question.”
“What’s that?”
“Should I tell him the next time I email? And what about our friends?”
A frown pulled his brows together. “Is there some reason we shouldn’t?”
“I dunno. You might want to keep it quiet in case things don’t work out.”
“Hold up. Why won’t it work?” His frown deepened into a scowl and he levered up, jolting me away from him.
“Don’t flip out. I was only asking how you want to handle breaking the news, not prognosticating the end of us.”
“I like us. Good word.” Max relaxed marginally and his hands felt possessive when he drew me fully into his arms.
“Me, too. Anyway, what do you think?”
“That I want the world to know we’re together. I couldn’t give two shits who you tell. In fact, I’m thinking about scaling a tall building to yell about it.”
That earned him a kiss on the shoulder. “Is there an elevator? If so, I’ll go with you.”
“I’m not worth climbing twenty-five flights of stairs?” He feigned a hurt look, executing the lost puppy air so well that if I didn’t know better, I’d take him seriously.
“You are. But I might die on the way up, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I’ll carry you.”
“Hmm, that might end in a herniated something. Why don’t we stay in bed?” I brushed my fingertips across his forehead, playing with silky strands of dark hair.