Page 16 of Maximus (Gold Team #4)

I was completely surrounded by Max.

His heat.

His scent.

Masculine, no cologne for Max Brown. Soap and man— delicious .

The weight of him settled over me and all the air from my lungs whooshed out, leaving me breathless.

And Max wasn’t moving. Every muscle strained and rigid.

What the hell happened?

“Max?”

I hated that my voice came out weak and unsure. And when his head pulled away from my neck, our eyes locked, and I sucked in a breath—warm blue eyes latched on to mine as he slowly pulled out and pumped back in.

My thighs tensed at his sides, my ankles locked tight behind his back, and a moan slipped from my throat.

Sweet Jesus .

My hips tipped and my hands roamed his sleek back—hot to the touch and hard as a rock.

Max’s eyes flared, the muscles in his neck bunched, then he lowered his head and touched his mouth to mine. Chills raced over my heated skin.

Just. A. Touch.

What the hell was that? How was it possible a brush of his lips could drive me crazy?

One hand went to my thigh, his fingers pressed tight, and his thrusts became harder, rougher, filling me over and over.

His eyes stayed locked with mine—the blue, so blue, I was re-mesmerized.

Lost.

Max shifted his weight on his elbow, freeing his hand to wander to my breast. His thumb brushed my nipple before he pinched and rolled. Zaps of pleasure had me squirming under him.

His gaze never left mine—the level of his intensity was overwhelming, disconcerting, too real, too raw, I was too exposed. I had to close my eyes—my emotions were too close to the surface.

“No,” Max growled. “Open your eyes.”

They snapped open to find intense pools of stormy, ocean blues staring down at me.

“Keep them open,” he grunted.

Through this exchange, Max’s thrusts never faltered—demanding, hard, controlled.

He drove his dick deep, my leg captured in his strong grip, and he held my soul hostage with his gaze.

All of it too much.

Yet not enough. My hips bucked to meet his as he pumped harder.

So close. It was coming, I could feel my orgasm barreling full speed.

And when his hand left my breast and went between my legs, his thumb circled my clit, and my back arched off the bed.

Max was not a gentle lover, he didn’t start slow and work his way up. He went for it .

“Max.” I meant to say more, but I lost my breath and the ability to think when he adjusted his angle and slid in deeper.

So fucking good, I was going to die from it.

Max’s eyes flashed and I didn’t miss it because he was still staring at me—never in all my life had anyone ever watched me so intently.

There was nothing I could do but hold on.

My legs tightened, my heels dug in, and I pulled him closer.

Reaching for a closeness that was more than I could handle.

A connection that I knew would break me, but I wanted it all the same.

I shouldn’t want it. I knew I should’ve just taken the orgasm he was wringing from me and been happy, but I wanted more.

I needed it and I knew I didn’t deserve it—especially from Max—but just for a moment, I didn’t want to feel so alone.

It was wrong and I knew it, but I was going to ask for it anyway. I was going to use Max to fill the void of nothingness that was inside of me.

“Kiss me,” I moaned.

He hesitated and his rhythm became choppy and unsure.

My heart pounded in my chest, my insecurities rose to the surface. With great clarity, I saw up close and personal when Max slowly blinked how badly I’d screwed up. I knew better than to want something for myself.

I was nothing.

And I didn’t deserve a damn thing.

“Eva, honey, open your eyes.”

Softer, but still a demand.

His thumb on my clit slowed and the orgasm he was building started to slip away.

“No. Please,” I begged.

I was so close, and if I could have him, at least I could take the pleasure he was offering.

“I’ll give you anything you want if you open your eyes and look at me. ”

“But you won’t kiss me.”

Good Lord, why did I have to go and say something so pathetic?

Max drove his cock so deep it was startling, and then he stilled. Leashed power vibrated under my palms, the feel of it both frightening and exciting.

“Open. Your. Eyes.”

I did a full body quake before I obeyed.

Angry, annoyed, cold blue gaze.

Fire and ice.

Max went back on his knees, hefting me up with him, my arms wound around his back. Then he twisted and rolled to his back. All the while he kept us connected. The move was so insanely cool I was in a state of shock, so I missed him do an ab curl and sit up with his back to the headboard.

“Max! Your shoulder.”

“It’s fine.”

“The fact that I dug glass out of it, tells me it’s not fine. Roll over.”

“I said, I was fine.”

I looked down at his handsome face that was marred with scrapes and my heart squeezed. He wasn’t fine, he’d been hurt because of me.

“Eva, babe.” Max brushed my hair over my shoulder, before he trailed his knuckles down my neck, and over the swell of my breast. “I said I was okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

His lips curved up into a wolfish smile before his finger traced my nipple. “Honey, the last thing I’m thinking about right now is a cut on my shoulder.” My back arched as Max rolled and plucked my nipple. “Not when I got you on my lap and my cock lodged in your sweet pussy.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned and lifted my hips to explore.

Max’s hands went to my ass, gripped tight, and stopped my upward glide. “Now I’ll explain why I didn’t kiss you. ”

Oh, shit .

“If I kiss you, then I can’t watch. You’re quiet, but your eyes tell me everything I need to know.” I felt my face burn at his complaint. “Babe, stop. It would suck if you were shouting the house down and you woke the boys. So I’m not complaining.”

Oh my God . This was so embarrassing. We were in the middle of having sex and I stupidly demanded something I shouldn’t have wanted in the first place, and now Max had halted the festivities for a chat. How unsexy. God, I was a fucking, fucking idiot.

Now that my mind wasn’t muddled, I was thinking I should’ve never started this in the first place. But I had. I kissed him. I was the harlot that couldn’t control myself and sucked him off.

What had I done?

Fuck.

Max’s mouth crashed onto mine, his fingers pressed deeper on my ass, and his tongue pushed in.

I braced for his assault but it never came. This time, when Max kissed me it was softer—not gentle, but some of the demand had waned. His tongue stroked and coaxed mine and soon I relaxed, my hands explored his chest—steel under scorching hot flesh.

Max’s hands travelled from my ass to my hips and started thrusting up.

“Move with me, honey,” he murmured against my lips.

Our breaths mingled and I started to rock, grinding down hard, my clit scraping with every swivel of my hips.

“Oh, God,” I panted when Max captured my nipple in his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue before he gave it a painful nip.

“That’s it, honey, ride me.” His mouth moved to my other nipple and repeated the same lick and nip before he kissed the sting away and continued. “Harder, Eva.”

I was beyond insecurities and mid-sex chats, my mind was back to muddled and I was chasing a momentous orgasm that had come roaring back and hovered just out of reach.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” Max grunted and bit the side of my breast.

Pain exploded right before it turned into blinding pleasure and my orgasm snapped free.

“Jesus fuck,” Max groaned, his cock swelling, his hold on my hips tightened, and he bucked up and rocked me faster. Which was a damn good thing because I couldn’t move, blessed ecstasy had consumed every cell in my body, leaving me able to do nothing but feel my pussy contract and my skin burn.

My nails dug into Max’s shoulders, my orgasm showing no signs of stopping, everything inside of me trembling, heating, shattering.

“Fuck, Eva, fuck.”

Then he yanked me off his cock and wet, hot come erupted, splashing onto his stomach.

Jesus, that would’ve been super fucking hot to watch if I’d been able to focus.

Max crushed my body to his, and I felt the stickiness between us and his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Sex with Max had been the best I’d ever had, even with the stop-and-chat in the middle. Him holding me tight, even better.

I searched, but in that moment, there was no loneliness to be found. And for one small flash of time, I wasn’t nothing. I was filled with happiness.

But the moment would be fleeting. Because I was Eva Dawson and he was Max Brown and I had no business feeling anything for a man who wanted nothing to do with me .

Fucking hell, what had I done?

And I knew that minuscule seed of contentment was over when Max’s gruff voice hit my ears.

“I didn’t use a condom.” My insides seized at his cold, dead tone.

Well, fuck me running. So stupid.

“We’re safe. I mean, I’m on birth control so that’s covered. And I’m clean.”

“You okay?” he asked, not offering me his health status, which, if I hadn’t been so damn embarrassed, I would’ve asked for.

“Yeah, sorry. I should get up.”

At this juncture, it should be noted Max didn’t try to stop me. His hands simply fell away and his body under mine remained still.

Yeah, I’d messed up bad. Now I had to climb off Max naked and do the walk of shame. Thankfully, that walk would be short, but no less shameful.

With all the grace and poise I possessed—which incidentally, I lacked both, therefore I was clumsy in this endeavor—I rolled off Max. I hit the mattress and rolled again, this time in an attempt to pull the covers over me, which was futile considering Max’s big body was laying on top of them.

Whatever. It seemed I would be collecting my clothes off the floor in the nude. It wasn’t like Max hadn’t seen the goods up close and personal, but now that I wasn’t in the throes of passion, I was all kinds of mortified.

I made it around the bed and started gathering up my clothes, finding my t-shirt and putting it on sans panties.

Same with my jeans when I found those. Dressed, I allowed myself to glance over at the bed.

Max still reclined against the headboard, legs stretched out, his thick, heavy dick resting on his stomach, and even semi-soft, it was still damn impressive .

Of course he’d be unabashed in his state of undress—he looked like a freaking god lounging on a throne of crumpled bedsheets.

“You good, babe?”

Shame—burning shame—washed over me.

“Yeah. You?” I plastered a fake smile on my face and his eyes narrowed, wordlessly calling me out on my lie.

No, I was not good. Nothing was good. I had to be the dumbest broad on the face of the planet.

“Right,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”

Of course he was. The faster he washed me off his skin, the better.

“I’ll let you get to it. Goodnight.”

“’Night, Eva.”

Eva. Not babe or honey.

Just Eva—reminding me I was nothing.

The loneliness crept in and filled me with ice.

Then I turned and left.