I was light-headed with wanting him. My fingers curled against his shirt. His hands slid down my body, hovering right above my ass.
“But I still really don’t know what I’m doing here,” he said.
“Me neither.” I gave him a shy smile that he returned. “I’d like to work on being a little more loose.”
His smile grew. “Hell, I’m gonna give this stability thing a go.”
Our next kiss ended with my teeth, tugging on his lower lip. Every muscle in his body went taut. His fingers dug into my skin. We were still swaying in the middle of the crowd, and I was sure the band had come back on. But I was only aware of sensation and arousal and my own urgent need.
“Max?”
He made a humming noise against my skin. He pressed kiss after kiss to my neck, curling his tongue around the shell of my ear.
“I wasn’t lying earlier. I am completely naked beneath this dress.”
He paused, emitting a low growl I wanted to hear again and again. Pinching my chin, he lifted my head until our lips were barely an inch apart. “You want to play with me tonight, princess?”
Yes, I really, really did.
“I want what you promised me.” I licked my lips. “On the fire escape.”
He pulled me flush against an erection so big I knew his sexual arrogance was based on fact. “I made a lot of promises that night. All of which I’ll gladly deliver. So you tell me what your beautiful body needs, and I’ll give it to you until you beg me to stop.”
I whimpered but held his gaze. “I want you to worship at my feet.”
His jaw clenched so hard I thought it would break. “A promise I would literally die to fulfill.”
“Then take me up to that supply closet and worship me.”
The crowd began cheering, drowning out all noise. The band was back, already playing, bodies surging with joyous movement all around us. Max and I, however, were still—trapped in a moment I willed to last forever.
The crowd cheered louder, which meant no one heard the words he whispered fiercely against my ear. “The only thing this smart mouth of yours will be screaming is my name and the words yes, please and thank you. You got that?”
I arched my eyebrow, feeling powerful beyond measure. I was the girl who’d crowd-surfed without fear and marched into her first day of law school knowing I was exactly where I was supposed to be. “Yes, please.”
He kissed my temple. “That’s my girl.”
My toes curled in my shoes, and then Max Devlin—my forbidden friend, my cocky bad boy, the antithesis of my contract—dragged me upstairs.
27
Fiona
One hot minute later, Max was kicking open the door of the supply closet on the second floor and yanking me inside. Music filled the space from the ground below, and a small light swung from above. I barely had time to take in my surroundings before I was being lifted by my waist and shoved back against that door.
He claimed my mouth in a kiss that ached with a desire he was finally unleashing on my extremely willing body. I threaded my fingers in his hair, holding him tight. He opened wider, licking deeply into my mouth, making rough sounds in the back of his throat. He pinned my knees to the door and dragged his cock across my clit with a thrust that had me crying out against his lips.
He did it again. And again, each time sending sensation flowing through my body, tightening my core.
“Yes,” I sighed, biting his lip again. “More.”
He spun us, dropping me down onto a long table. And didn’t waste time curling his fingers into the straps of my dress and tugging the material all the way down, revealing my bare breasts.
“Fiona,” he said, my name a plea. “You are so beautiful it hurts.” He flattened his tongue, dragged it across my breast before sucking my nipple entirely into his mouth. My head fell back, fingers in his hair, feeling an utter, absolute bliss from the top of my head to my still-curled toes. He licked, tugging gently with his teeth, sending me spiraling toward ecstasy. He palmed my other breast like he was the luckiest man in the world, like I was a revelation he hadn’t seen coming. When he finally captured my lips again, I could only pant through our kiss, could only moan with relief when his hand slipped beneath my skirt. The second his fingers slid expertly through my slick folds, he pressed his forehead to mine and released a long groan.
“Fuck me, this pussy is a gift.” His index finger landed against my clit, circling skillfully, making me see stars and lights and planets. He tried to kiss me through my moans, but I was too loud, too hopeless, felt too much pleasure already. “I wanted your first climax to be on my tongue, but now I’m greedy to watch you.”
“Watch me what?” I whispered. One thick finger slid deep inside, followed by a second. I rocked my hips, shameless, urging him deeper. He scraped his teeth across my neck, and I felt wanton and desired in ways I never had before. This kind of primal and urgent physical attraction hadn’t been a priority in my life before. And this kind of primal, urgent fucking wasn’t either. Which meant it was all new and exciting and so fucking hot I was already clenching around Max’s skilled fingers.
“I’m going to watch you come while riding my hand,” he growled against my lips. “Because you’re close already, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
One hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding our faces close. His dark eyes seared mine, full of filthy sin and too much temptation. Here was my anti-Prince Charming, sneaking into my bed chambers to fuck me senseless from dusk until dawn. To seduce me into reckless behavior filled with delicious sin. Max was the total opposite of orderly spreadsheets and calculations. He was hot sex personified, and I was a special kind of fool to think I could resist him.
I looked down, caught his wrist moving against the red fabric of my skirt and his fingers thrusting inside of me. Leaned into his lips where he was kissing my cheek, kissing down my throat. Tipped my head all the way back when his palm nudged against my clit, ramping up my pleasure to its absolute extreme.
With one hand still cupping my cheek, he tilted my head back so he could continue to watch. “The night we met on that fire escape,” he whispered. “I went home and fucked my own hand twice and still couldn’t stop fantasizing about having you in my bed.” His palm ground against my clit, and a strangled cry fell from my lips. “I would have pinned you down on that mattress and fucked you without mercy. In all the dirty ways you’ve always secretly wanted. Because you’re a dirty girl that doesn’t fuck nice. I knew it the moment we met.”
I shook my head, gasping for air. “I like… oh god… I like it as rough as you can give it.”
Secret fantasies. Apparently, I had a lot of them when Max was finger-fucking me on a table.
Max slapped the table behind me and shoved me back farther, one palm on my chest pressing me to lie down. I did, willingly, legs spread and pussy bare for him. His body boxed me in as he worked my clit and kissed me. “You say the word, and I’ll fuck you through the goddamn wall. But I’m watching you come on my hand so help me god.”
My spine bowed off the table as Max sped up his motions, sucking my nipple between his teeth for a sharp bite. His slick fingers slid out from inside of me and landed on my clit. I screamed, scraped my nails across his neck. Those fingers circled my clit in rough, firm circles, setting off a climax that detonated like a fucking bomb. As he watched with an arrogant smile, I cried his name and flailed beneath his hand, finally pulling him down for a sloppy, sexy kiss.