Chapter Four

Jade

He maintained his grip on my neck just as I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue access to softly tangle with mine. With the kiss still going strong, when I straddled him, hearing a sexy moan rumble through him was all it took for my reservations to dissipate into thin air.

God, I was horny.

Max sliding his hands down my back and pressing them on my ass created a delicious friction between our groins. In just a few seconds, all I could think of while kissing him was I wanted more and prayed he felt the same.

The thrill of exploring unfamiliar lips for the first time popped the cork in the bottle holding my pent-up desire, causing it to bubble to the surface and spill freely.

I could feel his hardness beneath me, and the way he continued to grip my hips gave me the confidence I desperately needed to continue on this crazy quest.

When a subtle tremor traveled through me, he broke the kiss and asked, “You okay?”

“I’m great,” I sputtered before leaning in to resume where we’d left off.

Placing his fingertips on my lips, he halted my progress. “Then why are you trembling?” I tried to turn away, but he gripped my chin. “Jade?”

“I’ve never been kissed like that before,” I said quietly on a shrug. “And I don’t know why I just shared that with you.”

“I’m glad you did…because that’s a fucking shame, Jade.” The timbre of his voice left no question what he implied.

Emerald eyes drilled into mine, challenging me to connect our mouths. And once I did, another sexy moan spurred me on enough to deepen the kiss even more.

As he slipped his hands beneath my skirt, skimming them up over the curve of my ass, a surge of feral need pulsed straight to my core.

“No panties?” His deep, throaty voice only worsened my predicament.

“Thong,” I said breathily, trying to hold back from demanding him to rip my skirt in half along the seam.

His green eyes darkened just as his fingertips pressed into my flesh. When he resumed kissing me, he created an urgency that felt like he’d been waiting for my lips for years. I responded by sliding back and forth over his denim-clad crotch. Each shift brought with it a flash of white-hot desire like I’d never felt before. It furled deep in my core, licking flames to ignite almost painfully.

What the hell is happening to me?

I was horny, I reminded myself. That’s the reason I was wound so damn tight I could feel my climax building way too soon. His soft moans and hip gyrations weren’t helping. I either needed to speed things along or slow them down. But his fingers sliding under my thighs and coming dangerously close to where I throbbed with need set my wheels in motion, full speed ahead.

The more grinding and kissing and gripping between us, the more my thighs quivered. Before I could stop it, a full-rolling orgasm hit me, followed by a carnal moan and an unmistakable shudder, which caused him to instantly still.

I just came. Oh my God. I can’t believe my first orgasm from a man in, hell, I lost track how long ago, happened from nothing more than a dry humping make-out session.

“I’m guessing that was good for you?” The smug smirk plastered on his face slightly worsened my humiliation, but that was short-lived. Because as intense as that release had been, I still needed more of him.

“Don’t get too cocky. It’s been a while,” I admitted, blaming my dry spell for my zealous response.

Why lie?

But at the same time, I knew it was more than that. It was Max. Everything about him was sexy, from his face to his body to the sound of his voice. He managed to erase the awkwardness I carried over having a one-night stand with a stranger with the way he looked at me, kissed me, touched me. In such a short amount of time, he managed to make me want more passion in my life.

The way his hands skimmed over my thighs instantly managed to spark a renewed pang of hunger that was even more voracious than it had been a few minutes earlier.

“Okay, so now that round one is over…” He lasered his hypnotic emerald gaze straight into my core. “Do you think you can get going again?”

I wanted to say that with just that look from him, I was already on my way. Instead, I asked, “Think you can get me going again?”

He arched his brows mischievously. “Oh, without a doubt.”

…

Max

Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

The flush on her cheeks, the wild desire evident in her big brown eyes goaded my already aching libido. For whatever reason, this complicated, beautiful woman needed what I was giving her tonight. Who was I to deny her? Especially when just kissing and grinding had her coming like she did, as I suffered from a very obvious and painful hard-on. If I didn’t move things along soon, I just might die.

While staring into her eyes, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Once it was removed, her pink lace–covered breasts were right there for my eyes to feast on. She truly was gorgeous, and it wasn’t long before my mouth wanted in on the feasting part.

“Goddamn, I’m a sucker for pink.” I leaned closer until my lips met her soft, warm flesh. With my hands on her back, I drew the swell of her right breast into my mouth and sucked. Her body became boneless, forcing me to hold her tighter to prevent her from falling backward.

When I moved to her other breast, in a flash she reached behind, her hands bumping into mine, and unclasped her bra. It slackened enough to reveal her perfectly pebbled nipples, and without delay, I lowered my mouth to draw one in between my lips.

Her fingers darted to the top button of my shirt. One by one, she slid them through their holes until the sides gaped open, exposing my chest. Not once did either of us break the connection between our eyes, not even while she pushed my shirt off and freed my arms.

She explored my body, feeling each ridge of my abs, my chest, and my shoulders. Then she repeated the journey downward toward the waistband of my jeans. With a shaky touch, she popped the button to squeeze her fingers in between the fabric and my skin. Her hands were so close to where I wanted them to be, too close. Because once we turned that corner, there would be no turning back.

Breathlessly, she continued to hold my gaze. I had to admit I reveled at seeing the desire she felt for me clear in her big brown eyes, in her shallow breaths.

I needed to taste her again and latched on to the other nipple to suck with abandon.

“Max,” she panted, and I impatiently peeled her blouse off her arms, letting it fall behind her. She repositioned her hands on my shoulders, firmly pressing her fingertips into them. The way she pushed her hips down just enough to drive my cock upward in search of an escape from its prison made me nuts.

She smelled like vanilla and tasted even sweeter…addicting. By the sounds coming from her mouth, I drove her insane as I spent long moments laving at her nipples and the firm flesh around them.

Needing more, I lifted and turned until she lay beneath me on the small couch. I removed her bra that was now hanging under her breasts and without delay began removing her shoes and skirt. Once she was completely bare, except for her matching pink G-string, I paused to relish in the vision before me. She held my stare as I finally dragged that sexy thong down her thighs and off her legs.

Her body was just as beautiful as I had imagined—actually, even more beautiful. Except for faint tan lines where a bikini had once covered her, smooth, firm skin everywhere—her breasts, her belly, her pussy. She was flawless.

“You’re stunning, Jade,” I said, my eyes continuing their path over her naked body. I stopped at her eyes. She looked up with a blush tingeing the apples of her cheeks, her breaths coming in shallow and labored spurts. Her fingers tightened into fists beside her, and goose bumps covered every inch of her body.

“Relax,” I said, holding her hips and shifting her until she sat with her back against the couch. Her eyes widened when I dropped to my knees and spread her thighs. Her lips parted when I gripped each ankle and placed her feet on the edge of the couch, further exposing her smooth pussy.

Without a word, I dipped my head to place a long, hard kiss on her clit.

She sucked in a breath, threading her fingers through my hair. When I kissed her again, her hips rose greedily. But after a few lazy laps along her folds, she pushed my head away.

“Max, I’m dangerously close, and I want you to…” At her halted words, my cock jerked in the confines of my jeans.

“Fuck you?” I asked with a throaty rasp.

“Yes. Do you have a condom?”

I quickly retrieved my wallet and pulled one out, making the distance it added between us feel like a bucket of ice water on my libido. I then presented it as if it were a special key to unlock all her secrets. Little did she know how desperately I wanted to know those secrets.

I stood, lowering my zipper. “Where were we?” The sound of each tooth moving through the metal slider, mixed with my pounding heartbeat and her heavy breathing, echoed off the walls as loudly as thunder echoed in an open field.

I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks, leaving me barefoot and shirtless. Her eyes then skidded down to the motion of my hands pushing my jeans over my hips. I followed suit with my boxer briefs, feeling them both pool at my ankles. She was transfixed to my nakedness, and I smiled at the audible swallow she took just as I stepped out of my clothes. My smile turned serious when she licked her lips before tearing open the condom packet with her teeth, tossing the wrapper onto the table, and then sliding it over my engorged length. Her hands manipulating the latex over my dick inch by inch practically caused me to come right then.

Once I was sheathed and ready, what followed was all bodies clashing, lips crushing, pelvises grinding, arms, legs, mouths, skin colliding until I sat on the couch, and she straddled my hips and lowered her tight, wet pussy over my cock.

That moment, as she slowly took me deeper until her ass hit my upper thighs, was what stopped time in its tracks. The kissing, the touching, the groaning all came to a standstill while we stared into each other’s eyes in awe, reveling over how fucking perfectly we fit together, how familiar it all seemed. She gripped my cock like a fist, stealing my breath.

“Oh, fuck, Jade.” I closed my eyes for a moment to gain a shred of control.

When I opened them, she stared back in a similar dazed state. The obvious attraction we felt toward each other caused me to become almost incoherent, drunk with lust. Yet the response within our bodies made it impossible to remain still. I had no idea what she felt, but a punishing pulsing ensued at the base of my cock, propelling me to rock my hips to get deeper into her.

Jade nodded silently, understanding what I needed. Slowly, she lifted herself higher to then lower back down on every one of my deliberate pumps. I gripped her hips, aiding in keeping that rhythm from changing while we wound ourselves up to frightening heights. After so much mind-blowing foreplay, keeping from releasing like a goddamn rocket was a full-on struggle.

“Are you close?” I asked through gritted teeth, again flipping us so she was back to lying beneath me on the couch.

“I’m there.” Her words preceded that gorgeous look on her face that meant she was coming, just before she pulsated around me. Every thrust brought me closer. Combined with the euphoric sensations caused by her pussy squeezing my cock sent me over the edge right behind her.

“Jade,” I said as I came spectacularly with a violent rush. Fuck, I couldn’t remember another time I’d felt my release in every cell of my body. So much so, it stunned me silent, and all I could manage was a guttural moan before collapsing onto her and burying my face in her neck.

And even as my body calmed, I knew I needed more of this woman. Once with Jade was not enough.