Page 112 of Kiss Marry Kill

“You feel okay?”

He seemed to consider my question. “Actually, yes. I have a mild headache, and apparently I’ve swallowed a dragon. Other than that, I’m good.”

“Do you feel sick?”

“No. My stomach is just digesting very loudly.”

I stood. “Maybe you should lie down. You’ve had a stressful day.”

A little spark of arousal went through his pretty blue eyes. “Are you propositioning me, Sheriff?”

I grinned. “I am if you want me to be.”

He looked up at me. “Maybe you can help relieve my stress.”

“I’ll surely do what I can, Max.” I pulled him to his feet.

He put his arms around my neck. “I always feel better when I’m around you. Most people suck my energy, but you don’t.”

“I’ll suck something else if you want,” I said softly.

He laughed. “Wanna take a nap with me, Sheriff?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter Fifteen

Maxwell

Maybe everything else in the world had gone to hell, but at least I still had Royce. He was what mattered. We undressed each other slowly, kissing and laughing. I got on the bed first, mostly because the room was spinning a little. Royce joined me, and he lay down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the weight of him pressing me into the mattress.

His eyes were heated and focused on me. I liked the vaguely predatory look he’d get in his eyes when we fucked. He was such an even-keel kind of guy, when he let his wilder side come out, it made my heart pound. He kissed me until I was breathless, his calloused hands roaming my body. I smoothed my hands down his muscled back, loving the hard, sinewy landscape. He rolled his hips, dragging his cock against mine, and I moaned and arched my back.

I’d been surprised at his admission earlier that he’d wanted me to permanently live with him. I’d felt completely at home here, but without a formal invitation, it would never have occurred to me to stay indefinitely. I’d worried that perhaps I’d already overstayed my welcome. He’d lived alone a long time, just like me. For all I’d known, he’d wanted his privacy back. Apparently not.

His kisses became hungrier and more forceful, and I met them eagerly. I sucked his lips and tongue, feeling a bit out of control from the tequila I’d had. I wanted him inside me more than air at the moment. I ached to be filled and taken by the man I loved more than life itself.

“Royce,” I murmured, spreading my thighs.

A spark of need shivered through his honey-colored eyes, and he nudged my legs wider. Two lubed fingers gently filled me, and I panted against the delicious invasion. He watched me intently, a little smile playing around his full lips. “Can’t wait to be inside you, Max.”

Pulling his head down for a kiss, I tangled my fingers in his silky blond hair. I kissed him deep and long, tasting and teasing with my tongue. We shared hot breaths, warm skin sliding together, whimpers of need filling the room. Pleasure spread through my body as I focused on his fingers inside of me.

“Love you,” I said softly, riding his hand. “Need you.”

He nodded, eyes glazed with lust. He pulled his fingers from me and pressed the head of his cock to my hole. “Max,” he breathed as he pushed inside of me in a long, hard push.

Shuddering, I dug my nails into his back, holding his glittering gaze. The bed creaked as he thrust inside of me. I dug my heels into the mattress, bearing down on his cock, needing him as deep as possible. The thick scrape of him inside me took my breath away. My balls felt warm and full, and my dick ached with the need to come. His throaty grunting noises made me harder, and I pressed closer still.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “I’m already close.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, eyes dark and lusty. His hips moved quicker, his gaze never leaving me. “Feel me inside you, Max?”

I strained into him, lips parted, feeling desperate to come. The tequila swirled in my bloodstream, making me dizzy. “Come in me. Fill me,” I begged. “Please. Please.”

“I will. When I’m ready.” He kissed me, sucking and licking me into a quivering mess. His thrusts intensified, and we slowly inched up the bed closer to the pillows.

Wrapping my legs around him, I met his thrusts. I wasn’t sure I could hang on much longer. The booze had my self-control in tatters. I just wanted to feel good. Full. Satiated. I wanted him to own me. Use me. Worship me with his body, the way I worshiped him. Losing that location was disappointing, but this was what made life worth living. Sharing my body and heart with a man I’d die for.