Page 12 of Maximum Risk (The Andrades 3)
His hands loosened on her hips. “So you were innocently standing over me naked?” He raised one hand and cupped one of her breasts gently. “Sorry, my mistake.” He ran his hand down her side, across the top of her thigh and to her sex. Tara gasped as he dipped a finger between her folds and flicked expertly back and forth. “And this? Are you still wet from the shower?”
“I-I—” All coherent though left Tara at his touch. It didn’t make sense, but did it have to? She’d spent the night dreaming of this. Her body wanted this, and her mind rushed to justify it. What would sleeping with Max change? Nothing.
She’d already proven she couldn’t do the job Maddy had hired her for. All she had to do was rip up the check and explain to Maddy she’d been serious about quitting. Max wasn’t looking for a relationship. He’d already been blunt about that.
So what? I’m single. He’s single. Do I have to invest my heart into every relationship I have? Maybe not. Hell, I might even enjoy myself for a change. Isn’t that worth the risk of getting hurt? Just this once?
She leaned forward, hungrily closing her lips over his. She was on fire for him, and he met her kiss with a hunger of his own. He threw her towel aside and ran his hands over her while their kiss deepened. She braced herself above him, giving herself over to the intensity of their passion. This was a mating, pure and simple. Two bodies craving to become one.
She ripped his shirt open, loving how his powerful chest felt beneath her hands. His hands were as skilled as they were rough. Max was not a man who asked; he was a man who took, but—oh, the way he took. His mouth was hot and masterful. His tongue teased hers then went on to tantalize her sensitive neck, her eager breasts, lingering there to nip gently at her sensitive nipples.
He rolled Tara beneath him and took both of her hands in his, holding them easily above her head as he ran his other hand over her. “You are beautiful,” he whispered.
Fully in a sex daze, Tara whispered back, “You are, too.”
He chuckled deep in his throat and resumed kissing his way down to her navel. His tongue circled before proceeding any lower, and Tara arched backward as she gave herself fully to the feel of him.
Max’s finger continued circling below, indulging her pleasure by adding a second finger and placed his thumb over her clit, spreading her juices as she writhed against it. Fully aroused and unable to speak, Tara moaned softly.
“You want this as much as I do, Tara,” he murmured. “Tell me you want this.”
“Don’t stop, Max. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“One of us is wearing too much.” He looked down as his trousers.
Tara quickly grasped the zipper of his pants and undid them, trying not to think while she helped him out of them, pulling his boxer briefs off at the same time.
“Right pocket . . . condom . . . open it.” His hands kept titillating both her sex and her breasts while his mouth returned to her mouth. Not wanting him to stop, she swiftly ripped the foil, removed the latex, and rolled it over his ample erection.
He pulled her back onto the couch, rolling so he was above her. “Oh, baby, you are so wet. This is all I’ve been able to think about since I met you. You’re even better than I imagined.” He shifted his cock between her folds, and she felt time stop as he entered her.
Adjusting her hips so he could gain full entry, she gasped and took in his length. He slowly began to pump in and out. “You feel so good,” Max gasped and started to increase his speed.
It was good—by far the best mistake Tara had ever made. “Oh, God, Max. Faster. Harder. Yes. Do not stop,” she cried out.
***
Max was no stranger to fucking. He was told he was a generous lover. It was pragmatic, really. The more pleasure he brought his partner, the more she generally brought him. He remained in control, but took his time to ensure everyone left satisfied.
It was different with Tara. He hadn’t planned their first time to be like this and wasn’t taking his time with her. She was tight and felt too damn good. He felt himself losing control as she urged him to drive into her faster and harder.
As much as he wanted to last, he felt himself nearing his climax. She was clinging to him, digging her nails into his back, and he pounded down into her with a wild abandon he’d never allowed himself. As he neared release, he growled into her ear, “Come with me.”
“Oh, Max . . . I’m right there with you. You are . . . so good.” Tara jerked and moaned as Max climaxed. He kissed her deeply as they shuddered against each other. He propped himself on his elbows, remaining inside her as they came back to earth together.
He looked down into the most amazing brown eyes he’d ever seen and said, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
She touched his cheek gently and said wryly, “I meant to ask you to leave.”
He smiled. “You do something to me, Tara. I can’t explain it.”
With gentle humor in her eyes, she said, “It’s pretty clear what I do to you.”
He kissed her smiling lips. “It seems safe to say I do the same to you.”
She nodded. “You may have just convinced me casual sex isn’t completely without merit. I always thought I needed to be in a relationship to enjoy it. Apparently that doesn’t matter.”
Max withdrew from her with a frown. He cleaned himself off, then walked back to the couch. Tara sat up and scooted back to make room for him. Still naked, he sat beside her. He didn’t say anything at first. He wasn’t sure what to say. All he knew for sure was he didn’t like her last comment.
Tara reached for her towel on the floor and wrapped it around herself. It didn’t cover her entirely. From where he was seated he could still see her neatly trimmed sex, but he wasn’t about to tell her. He doubted there was a man alive who would have. Still, the sight made sorting through his conflicting feelings even more difficult. She saw what they’d just done as something casual. He should be happy about that. Casual was all he wanted—all he ever wanted.
She laid a hand on his shoulder, seeming to sense his mood. “What’s the matter?”
He held up a hand, speaking to himself and her at the same time. “Nothing.”
She dropped her hand. “Should I not have been so honest? No wonder Brigitte skips out before her dates wake up. This is awkward.”
He knew enough about Brigitte and her overnight guests to dislike the comparison. He wasn’t ready to admit, even to himself, that being with Tara was different—made him feel different. So instead of discussing how he felt about them, he said, “I don’t like the idea of Dyson staying here with you.”
Tara cocked her head to one side, looking genuinely surprised. “Dyson? He’s harmless.”
“He’s far too comfortable being here without your roommate.”
“That’s because he and I have spent a lot of time together since he met Brigitte. I feel bad for him. He really likes her.”
“You’re not staying here alone with him.”
Tara stood up, tightening the towel around her. “I’m sorry? Since you and I won’t be seeing each other after today, it’s really none of your business who does or doesn’t stay here.”
Max stood and glared down at her. “Who said anything about never seeing each other again?”
Her eyes rounded. “You did? You don’t do relationships.”
“I don’t.”
Tara took a step back, chewing her lip as she did. She pointed a hand at his lower region without looking down at it. “It could be because you’re distracting me by waving your . . . whatever . . . at me while you speak, but I’m confused.”
He stepped closer. “I don’t want to talk, Tara. I want to spend the day exploring every sweet inch of you.” With one strong move, he whipped the towel off her. He grabbed one of her arms and hauled her against him, bare skin to bare skin. “I’m not done with you, Tara. I’m nowhere near done.” Her lips parted, and she let out a wistful sigh that was all the yes he required. He lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hallw
ay to her bedroom. “I only brought one condom with me. Looks like we’ll have to get creative.”
With rounded eyes, she laid a hand on his shoulder and asked softly, “Creative?”
He laid her gently on the bed and took a moment to appreciate her sheer beauty. She had her long, lean legs chastely together as if they hadn’t just fucked in the other room. She raised herself onto her elbows, and he knew he’d never again see a more perfect set of tits. They were naturally high and round, what women strove for with implants.
His cock was pulsing evidence of the hold she had over him. His need for her blatantly displayed. She looked down at his arousal and licked her lips before meeting his eyes again. The air was heavy with anticipation of what they both knew was to come, but he didn’t move toward her. His earlier orgasm had taken off the edge, and he wanted her to be the one to lose control first. “Say it and I’ll do it, Tara. Tell me what you want.”
Almost shyly she parted her legs slightly, watching his expression carefully as she did, as if she were afraid he’d laugh. There was nothing funny about the sight of her delicious sex already shining with a wetness he couldn’t wait to taste.
“Wider,” he ordered softly, and she opened her legs more for him. In all his life, he’d never seen anything more beautiful than Tara offering herself to him.
He was between her legs in a heartbeat, telling himself it would be more fun if he made her ask for each touch, but unable to resist tasting her. He laved her lower lips, then parted them with one hand and blew gently on her exposed clit. Her hips jutted upward and her head flew back.
She was so ready for him, so eager for his mouth, but he knew her pleasure would increase if he took his time and teased her first. He kissed the inside of each thigh, stroking his hands lightly over her. He gently kissed her stomach, her amazing hips, and the length of her thighs.
He ran a hand up the back of one of her legs, lifting it as he did, then slowly ran his hand down it again. He did the same with her other leg. Each firm caress both relaxed her and deepened her breathing.
He slid a hand beneath her ass and lifted her to worship her sex again. He gently nipped her mound then paused, letting his warm breath be a promise of its own. She dug her hands into his hair and writhed beneath him. He used his free hand to lift himself so he could lean forward and tease both her breasts with soft kisses before working his way back down to where she was moaning in anticipation for him to go.
