Page 45 of Can We Skip to the Good Part?

She’d stayed at Max’s place that night, and they’d come together in a clash of heat, this time more familiar with each other, more comfortable.

Ella took her time with Max’s body, watching the way her soft touches affected Max, how her firmer ones changed the sounds she made.

She wanted to memorize all the little ways to make Max scream her name and how to prolong her orgasm for as long as humanly possible.

Where had that tiny scar on the back of her shoulder come from?

And where was her favorite place on her body to be kissed?

Ella’s very important study would take time, but she was more than willing to be patient and put in the hard work.

She smothered a grin, looking forward to all that information gathering.

Hours later, as the warm rays slanted through the blinds, brushing their skin and wrapping them in the morning light, Ella stirred.

She sighed happily at what she saw: a mass of dark hair splayed across her pillow and the soft skin of Max’s arm and shoulders visible above the sheets.

She couldn’t help but imagine waking up like this every morning, as overeager as that may have been.

The concept was almost too much to envision.

She’d heard the phrase afraid to hope and fully realized its meaning now.

“It’s Sunday. Why are you awake?”

She looked down and grinned because she loved Max’s raspy, quiet, and adorable sleepy voice.

Ella slid back down beneath the sheets and pressed her body to Max’s. Neither of them had felt the need to put on clothes to sleep in, well, after . Max’s arm immediately went around Ella’s waist and pulled her in even closer. Her eyes were closed, but a small smile played on her lips.

“You’re so warm,” Ella said, savoring the skin-on-skin contact. She could get used to this. She slipped her leg between Max’s, intermingling them. That did it. Max’s eyes opened.

“This might be one of my favorite wake-ups in the history of wake-ups.” She kissed the underside of Ella’s jaw softly, slowly. “Never leave this bed.”

“Could be a nice existence,” Ella said, looking skyward.

Max’s lips were on her neck, and her eyes fluttered closed.

She was in awe of how quickly her body was responding to the attention.

The subtle ache had already started, and she squirmed ever so slightly in response.

Max, who missed nothing, read the cue and began a soft caress of the inside of her thigh.

She heard her own exhale. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Max’s answer was to move to her other thigh, lightly tracing, softly tickling, pulling so many sensations.

So close. Yet so far. If there was ever a case of yearning to be touched, this was it.

Ella lifted her hips, asking. Max answered, touching her softly.

She pulled her mouth from Ella’s neck and watched her face instead.

“How’s that?” she asked quietly, administering the featherlight touches between her legs.

“More,” Ella managed, pushing against Max’s hand, feeling control slipping away.

Her fingers moved into Ella’s folds. She stroked her slowly.

First one pass, then another, carefully avoiding the one spot where Ella so desperately needed her because she knew exactly what she was doing.

Ella sucked in more air as the pressure between her legs climbed steadily, her need causing her to slam her eyes shut and hold on, uncomfortable and needing release quickly.

She rocked her hips, hoping to increase the friction.

Heat licked its way up her body, a small flame spreading rapidly until she felt it everywhere.

Her face heated, and her skin prickled with sensitivity.

Max slipped two fingers inside and began to move.

A moan tore from her lips, raw and unrestrained, before she could stop it.

She lifted her hips, granting Max better access, and moved with the steady, devastating rhythm of Max’s hand, a hypnotic beat all their own.

The need was visceral, a delicious, unbearable kind of torment.

“You’re fucking sexy,” Max murmured. “And you’re getting closer, aren’t you?”

Ella nodded, but words were too hard. She focused on one thing —a singular, very primal goal.

She rode Max’s hand, increasing their pace and moving herself closer and closer to the finish line.

She was nearing the edge of the cliff, desperate now and working for it.

Max’s thumb brushed her clit and she cried out, the sensations overpowering her.

So very close. Another light touch. A third.

Ella broke in a shocking burst of pleasure that tore through her, leaving her trembling, her thighs tightening instinctively around Max as she gasped her name.

Waves of bliss crashed over her, relentless and overwhelming, until she had no choice but to surrender entirely to the force of it.

“Dead. I’m dead. You killed me,” Ella murmured as she slowly returned to earth. She lay there, limp and in heaven.

“You are the most gorgeous dead person I’ve ever seen.” Max slid down the bed and kissed Ella’s breast, pulling the nipple into her mouth.

“Don’t do sexy things right now. Your sexy limit has been reached.”

“Can’t help it,” Max said, undeterred. She skated her teeth across the nipple, sending pinpricks of pleasure and pain.

Dear God, it was good. How Ella was still aroused by not just the sensation, but the image of her breast in Max’s mouth was beyond her.

It seemed impossible. Yet, here she was, turned on again, just moments later.

She felt the subtle stirring between her legs and squirmed.

“Max,” she said.

Max moved to Ella’s other breast, sucking a nipple, while still kneading the first. “I’m obsessed with your body,” she said, going back in. She kissed Ella’s stomach, her thighs. “Oh, I think we’re going again.” She nodded up at Ella.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to—” But the second Max’s tongue touched her center, the sentiment died on her lips.

She was already so sensitive that it was only another couple of seconds until she was tumbling again, lost in an oblivion so powerful she saw white lights on Max’s ceiling.

Her hips rocked of their own accord as she rode the remaining shockwaves of her second fucking orgasm. It wasn’t even 9 a.m.

Max climbed up the bed and stared down at her, topless and beautiful. “Did I say good morning yet?” she asked with a smile.