Maxwell dragged his hand down the side of her neck, tracing the feminine curve of her shoulder as they kissed. A soft moan escaped her, and their kisses escalated quickly. When she fisted the front of his shirt, he knew it was safe to push further. He dragged his hand down to the curve of her breast, tracing the plump lines, then down to her hip. He gave her a healthy squeeze before they broke for air.
“Oh my lord,” she breathed.
“You good?” he asked.
She nodded fervently, clutching at her chest. “Not tired anymore.”
“Didn’t think you would be.”
She grinned, her pink lip gloss completely kissed off her lips, and then dove forward, cupping his face in her hands. She straddled him, her luscious ass settling right on top of his cock. He moaned through another kiss as she slung her arms around his neck. She tasted like heaven. Like pure bliss. A thousand times better than he could have ever imagined, and he’d imagined it plenty.
He palmed the roundness of her ass in his lap, his mind spinning. Yes, he’d wanted it to go here, and as quickly as possible. But part of him had thought they might not actually make it.
Apparently Jill had bottled up her attraction just as effectively as he had.
“Jesus, Jill,” he breathed through a kiss. He pushed his hands around to the back of her pants, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband into the warmth below. A lacy panty line greeted him, which made his cock twitch. “Can we watch movies all the time?”
“Only if you get Twizzlers next time,” she said, smiling against his lips. But the lull in kisses was too long. He needed more. Now. He dove back in, their tongues meeting in the middle. He jerked her against him forcefully, which sent a shiver through her body.
“I feel like this is dangerous,” she said during the next kissing break, pressing her forehead to his. She took deep breaths, her eyes drifting open and shut.
“I’m not afraid,” he said, smoothing his hands up the back of her shirt. “Are you?”
“A little.”
He smoothed his lips against hers. “What are you afraid of?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she looked away for a moment. “There’s so much.”
He flexed beneath her—he practically couldn’t help it. His body knew exactly how well they’d fit together, and he was dying to prove himself right. “How about I make you forget about your fears, then?”
She chuckled throatily, dragging a finger down the front of his shirt. “Spoken like a true player.”
“Football player only, darlin’,” he whispered before diving in for another consuming kiss. Maxwell dug his fingers into the fleshy roundness at her hips, starting a slow, purposeful gyration against her. She whimpered through the kiss. She had to feel the length of his cock by now.
Jill sat back, narrowing her eyes at him. “You taking this shirt off would probably help things.”
Maxwell grinned. She didn’t need to ask twice. He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. She bit at her bottom lip, her hands smoothing over the exposed skin of his chest and abs. The warm brown hue of her hands complemented the olive undertone of his skin. In fact, everything about them together looked good, felt good. He tugged her closer.
“Now how about you take your shirt off? That would help things too.”
A playful smile danced at her lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Don’t worry. If you don’t want to, I can take it off for you.” He slid his hands further up the back of her shirt, relishing the warmth he found there. “I’m real helpful like that.”
“Yeah. You better do it,” she said breathily.
Maxwell lifted her shirt, tugging the blouse over her head. Her skin went goose pimply under his attention, and a low whistle escaped him as he beheld her. Her heavy breasts were encased in black satin, and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing soft kisses along the luscious curves there.
“Mm-hmmm.” Her head tilted to the side, eyes fluttering closed. He took that murmur of pleasure as his invitation to continue. He traced invisible patterns with his tongue along the slope of her breast, lapping up the silkiness of her skin, the salty tang, the way she’d started rocking her hips against him in time with his own movements.
He nuzzled the cups of her bra, fumbling to unhook the clasp while he continued playing in the lushness of her chest. When it finally unsnapped, the straps of her bra slipped down her arms, and she laughed throatily.
“I’ve been counting the hours,” he said, gently tugging at her bra until her breasts spilled free, “until I could see you naked again.”
He scooped a dark areola into his mouth, and she moaned, head tilting backward. He teased and laved at each nipple until they were stiff points beneath the tip of his tongue.
“So did you start a paper chain for that countdown?” she asked.
“I had a calendar in my phone,” he joked. “And today I get to zero it out.”
The movie played quietly behind them, completely ignored, while their kisses resumed hot and fervent. Jill clutched at the sides of his face. Rooting him here, beneath her, where he’d happily continue for as long as she’d allow.
“This is a great movie,” Maxwell cracked as they took a breather between kisses.
She laughed, burying her face in his neck. The heat of her skin against his felt too good, too natural. He smiled as he dragged his fingertips back and forth across her arm.
A warbling interrupted their sweet moment—sounding like the audio from the movie was messed up. Jill sat up, her brows creased.
“Is that…?” she started.
Suddenly it hit him. It wasn’t the movie. It was the baby monitor.
“The kids,” he said. The two of them listened for another moment as the warbling turned into a full-blown cry. Jill grimaced, nodding.
“Time for baby duty,” she said.
“Let me go,” Maxwell said.
“We’ll both go,” Jill said, tiredness visible in her eyes.
“And then we’ll go to bed,” Maxwell said, scooping her hands into his and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “We can finish this movie another time.”
Jill leaned forward to brush her lips against his, something sweet and soft blossoming inside Maxwell. A bloom that only Jill could provoke in him.
“Spend the night with me tonight,” he whispered. “No funny business. Just cuddling and good sleep.”
Jill’s smile was the stuff of Maxwell’s fantasies: charming and sexy at the same time. “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect.”
But the truth was, Jill was the perfect one. And for how nervous he’d been to mix the worlds of triplet-rearing and sexual pleasure…he knew that he and Jill could find a way. Because now? There was no other option.
11
The next morning, Maxwell awoke slowly, coming to consciousness in stages. First, he was aware of pleasant heat filling his arms. Silkiness against the tops of his thighs. And then he opened his eyes to find Jill securely in his arms, wearing just her silk nightie, her hair wrapped in a scarf like it was every night.
He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before he shifted to silence his alarm. They’d both collapsed into bed after settling the triplets last night, and she fell asleep far quicker than he did. Maxwell could have easily whiled away the entire night, exploring her body with his lips and tongue and fingers and more, but he knew that would come in time.