“If I’m sweets, what does that make you?” she murmured as his face hovered close without kissing her.
“That’s for you to come up with,” he said, and then finally pressed his lips to hers. The scent of him from this close—the mix of top-dollar cologne and earthy man—made her head spin. She tugged at his shirt, pulling him down on top of her.
Maxwell laughed as he came down, his biceps bulging on either side of her body as he pushed his palms into the bed to support his body weight. But even though he’d tried to avoid crushing her, his groin still pressed against her, a heavenly hardness already pronounced against her hip.
And then the kisses began, soft but purposeful, picking up right where they left off last night. Desire snaked through her veins, warming her from head to toe, as his tongue plunged into her mouth. This. Right here. She wanted to stay here forever, wrapped up in his scent and his slow, thorough kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs splaying open of their own accord.
Because even though she wasn’t exactly sure where she wanted this evening to end up, her body had a pretty good idea of where it should head.
Maxwell settled into the space between her legs, the heat of his cock trapped against her. And just like that, all her common sense flew out the window. It didn’t matter how things might get weird, or what the future held, or any of that. She just needed him. Immediately.
She clawed at his back, unable to stop herself from gyrating against him. Maxwell grunted through a kiss, pulling back only so that he could tear his shirt off.
“Thank youuuu,” she moaned, running her hands over the newly exposed terrain. He was pure heat and muscle, a solid wall of masculinity that had been threatening to reduce her to a puddle on the daily. Except now, she was finally okay with going all the way. She was ready for Maxwell to make her liquid from head to toe.
Her fingertips tripped over the ridges of his abs as her hands wandered further south. Maxwell dove in for more kisses as she traced the elastic waistband of his workout shorts. She’d been dying to see what lay beneath…to finally reveal what had been pressing into her hip both today and the night before. Jill ran her hands over the tent between his legs, and Maxwell grunted, thrusting against her.
Jill broke the kiss to look him in the eye. “We should check on the kids before we go any farther.”
Maxwell nodded, then tilted his head to listen. “Okay, they’re asleep.”
She laughed, pushing at his shoulder. “I’m gonna go check.”
“I can’t promise I won’t be naked when you get back.”
“Good. Then don’t.” She winked at him as she slipped off the edge of the bed and hurried out to the hallway. Her heart pounded as she paused outside the cracked door of the triplets’ room, listening for movement. It was a chore to hear over her own pounding libido, but she thought she caught rhythmic breathing. Thank you, Lord. Bedtime rituals were a success, and now Adult Swim could resume for the rest of the night.
When she got back into the bedroom, Maxwell was on his feet, stepping out of his gym shorts. His gaze went hooded as she gently closed the door behind her.
“We’re all clear,” she said, letting her gaze sweep up and down the beautiful man before her, including the delectable tenting in his black boxer briefs.
“Good.” He jerked his chin toward the bed. “Get over here.”
She could only obey, practically floating toward him. When she was within arm’s reach, Maxwell hooked her by the waist, bringing her crashing against him.
“You’re mine now, sweets.” A cocky grin played at his lips as he lifted the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. He tossed it aside, his gaze dropping to her chest. He wet his bottom lip as he deftly unhooked the bra, no doubt better prepared after their night in the movie theater.
Her breasts sprang free, and he tugged the bra off and dropped it to the side. Then he scooped her breasts together between his hands, kissing each nipple in turn as he backed her slowly toward the bed. She felt powerless to do anything other than relish the attention and sensations. Every swipe of his tongue and caress of his hands sent her mind spinning. Every inch of her forearms lit up with goose bumps, anticipating, needing more and more of him.
When the backs of her legs reached the bed, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings and began easing the fabric down. Over her hips, past her knees, until she was stepping out of them and Maxwell was on his knees in front of her. His dark gaze skated up to meet hers as he tossed the pants aside, and her pussy ignited with curiosity.
“Jill,” he said, almost lazily, as he brought his lips to meet her panty line. His big hands traveled up the backs of her thighs and then squeezed her ass cheeks. A shiver ran through her and he pressed another kiss against her low belly. “Can I?”
“Can you what?” she asked breathily, meaning it as a way to tease him. But she was rapidly losing control of her coordination, her thought process, everything.
He dug his fingertips into the fleshiness of her ass, bringing her mons crashing against his mouth. He ran his chin along the crease of her pussy, his eyes swirling dark and desirous. “You know.”
Jill practically couldn’t stand on her own two legs after that. She nodded hard. “Yes. Please. By all means.”
He grinned, nuzzling her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. Then he sank his teeth into her mound.
“Lay back.” His voice was a rough command. “And spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, her limbs jelly and nearly useless as she clambered backwards onto the bed. Maxwell climbed onto the bed after her. His knees dented the navy comforter, and he took his time sliding off her panties before tossing them aside. He pushed her thighs apart, a sexy grin tugging at his lips as he descended between her legs.
Jill almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing—what was actively happening. Maxwell kissed a soft trail along her inner thigh and then straight to her core. Most men avoided or dreaded this, and the majority didn’t offer it up like this on a silver platter. But Maxwell had practically begged for it, and that alone demanded she dive headfirst into this experience with him. Consequences be damned.
Jill sank back onto the bed. Maxwell pressed his lips to her mons, and then to the warm, swollen core of her. He flattened his tongue along her clit, teasing and satisfying in equal measure. She moaned and melted away completely, giving herself over to the sensations: his steady, seeking tongue sending her into the clouds, his firm grip on her ass as he jerked her closer to him, the sexy grunts that escaped him.
If he planned on doing this all the time, then she’d be a goner.
Maxwell slurped and suckled at her until she felt like she’d come undone right there. Then he eased a finger inside her, followed with another. He looked up at her with her juices smeared across his mouth.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he moaned into the side of her thigh.
She laughed weakly, intending to respond with something sassy, but nothing materialized on her lips. She bucked against his fingers, and his lips returned to her swollen clit. All the friction and attention was accumulating now, pushing her toward the edge that she hadn’t reached with another man since…when? The early days with her ex-husband; it had been years. And Maxwell already had her there.