Page 24 of Maximum Risk (The Andrades 3)
She’d heard and understood the huskiness in his voice. “Are you picturing punishing me for it?”
“I am,” he said, shifting in his seat as his dick continued to strain against his pants. “But you’d enjoy it every bit as much as I would.”
Tara blushed and looked away, but she smiled as she did. He thought he’d shocked her into silence, but a moment later she met his eyes and asked, “So, tell me.”
“What?”
“What you imagined doing that put a smile on your face.”
Max could barely think above the pounding of his blood through his veins. He pictured it again, but this time vivid images of how they would please each other flashed relentlessly in his head. “I would tie you to my bed and take my time learning your body. I’d bring you to the edge of an orgasm, then deny you a climax, letting the need inside you build and build until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
When her eyes met his they were burning with desire. “Describe how you’d do it,” she whispered.
Max was breathless as if he were free-falling from the plane. Each time he thought he knew Tara, she showed him another side of herself, and he discovered something new he liked about her. He tried to remain outwardly cool, even while he inwardly became as excited as a teenage boy about to have sex for the first time. Sex with other women had become routine. Repeated sex with the same woman had never held much appeal to Max. It was different with Tara. The first time he’d been with her had left him with a hunger he was sure would not be quickly appeased.
He lowered his voice to a near whisper, looked deeply into her eyes, and began to tell her in graphic detail everything he would do to her, every place he wanted to taste, every way he would bring her to orgasm.
He stopped only when the pilot announced they should prepare for landing. Tara’s mouth was slightly agape, her cheeks were a delicious pink, and her eyes were dilated and excited. They were off the plane, seated in the back of a hired car, still holding hands, when she finally spoke again.
“I need to buy some Jell-O.”
Max pulled her into his arms. He was both painfully aroused and thoroughly amused. He had no idea what to call the way she made him feel or if such a feeling had any chance of lasting, but he knew he didn’t want it to end. “I’ll buy the rope.”
Chapter Eleven
The realization that Max had brought her back to the island where they’d first met was more than a little romantic to Tara. She didn’t know what it meant exactly, but it had to mean something.
They were on each other as soon as they were inside the main foyer of the home he’d been considering purchasing the last time they’d both been there. Neither of them spent time admiring the imported marble or the workmanship that was evident in every corner of the home.
Max tore at Tara’s clothing with an urgency that had her panting with excitement. Their mouths met feverishly. Nothing mattered except removing the barriers between them. Tara pulled his shirt free of his pants and ran her hands up his back.
She unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his pants while their tongues played a delicious, hot dance. When her hand closed around his freed pulsing cock, her gasp of pleasure mixed with their kiss. His size was something Tara would never take for granted. She was wet from just the memory of how deeply he filled her.
She ran her hand up and down his shaft, loving how he shuddered with pleasure as she did. He broke off their kiss and pushed down the bodice of her dress. He took one breast into his hot mouth. His teeth closed gently over her nipple while his tongue darted with skill back and forth until there was pleasure as well as an ache sweeping through Tara. Their passion was rushed and urgent, but his movements were not. He adored her breast until Tara thought she could come from that one caress alone. She was trembling with need. When she thought she could take no more, he moved to the other breast and started all over.
Tara was whimpering and pumping her hand on his cock, hoping she was bringing him even half the pleasure he was bringing her.
Max slid a hand up one of her thighs, across her stomach, then down into her panties. “You’re so wet already, baby.” He dipped a finger between her lower lips and caressed her gently. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Tara knew exactly how he felt. His touch left her hungrier for him each time. She dropped to her knees before him and took him deeply into her mouth. He dug his hands into her hair and murmured his encouragement.
With a confidence that came from her level of excitement as well as the knowledge that her pleasure was equally important to him, she adjusted his pants lower and lovingly caressed his balls while pumping her mouth up and down on him.
He looked down at her and the desire in his eyes had Tara quivering with need. She loved the sound of his ragged breathing. His moans drove her to experiment with her tongue and hands until she had him wild with passion, and his hands gripped her hair painfully. His loss of control was a turn-on like no other. She brought him to the brink, then pulled back and simply circled his tip with her tongue.
He made an animalistic wail and pulled her to her feet. When his hand went beneath her dress this time it was far from gentle. He tore her panties off in one strong move then pulled back as he sheathed himself in a condom. In a heartbeat he was lifting her and turning to position her back against the wall. He thrust his tongue past her parted lips at the same time his cock filled her. Tara couldn’t get enough of him. His taste. His cock. She opened herself to him, ground herself down onto him.
He took her roughly against the wall, and Tara cried out his name again and again as she came. He didn’t join her first climax. Instead he slowed his thrusts and held a near sobbing Tara as she floated back to earth.
He waited until she opened her eyes and looked up at him, and then he began to pump in and out of her again, slowly at first and then with an urgency that sent Tara spiraling toward another mind-blowing orgasm.
In the aftermath of their climax, he shed his clothing and gently undressed her. “Let’s go to bed,” he said, lifting her and starting up the stairs toward the bedroom.
Naked in his arms, Tara ran her hand up his bare chest and pulled his face down to hers. They made it only halfway up the stairs before Max groaned and lowered her to her feet. He backed her up against the wide railing, his cock already hard again.
Tara held onto the railing behind her as he lifted one of her legs and placed it on a higher step, opening her legs wide for him. He kissed her from her neck to her ankles and then back up, only to start all over. His tongue followed the hot path his lips had traveled, and Tara gave herself over to his expertise.
It took them several attempts to make it to the bedroom. When they finally did, they collapsed, laughing in each other’s arms, onto the bed. Words weren’t necessary. They held each other, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Tara fought against the feeling that she was exactly where she belonged. She snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep.
When Tara woke, Max was watching her, his head propped up on one elbow. “I wasn’t sure we’d ever make it here.”
Tara laughed softly. “I’ll never look at those stairs the same way. Still, it’s nice this place also has a bed.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly. “We were lucky the previous owners left furniture. I wasn’t sure what we’d find when I called to have the place readied for us.”
“What does that mean—readied for us?” Tara asked, rolling up onto her elbow and mirroring his semi-reclined position. She was still buck naked. With anyone else she would have been reaching for a sheet to cover up, but not with Max. He had a way of looking her over slowly, appreciating every inch of her, then meeting her eyes with a blatant desire that was its own seductive caress.
He tenderly ran one of his hands through her hair, then down her bare back, coming to rest possessively on the curve of her ass. “Fresh sheets mostly. I also had the fridge stocked with some food basics. We can have whatever else we want delivered tomorrow. Ther
e wasn’t much time to prepare.”
Tara stroked his chest, loving the strength of him even in a relaxed state. “It’s sad to think you’re knocking this house down. It’s a beautiful place.”
He caressed her back absently. “I haven’t decided what I’m doing with it yet.”
Tara’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “I thought you bought it and the homes around it because you wanted to demolish it and build a resort.”
“I did.”
“Did you change your mind and only buy this one?”
“No, I purchased the original three and one additional one to the north.”
