I close my eyes, somehow needing that response more than I realized. He’s known all this time that I was still his, yet he gave me the space I needed to grow and learn from our situation. I raise my head from his, needing to see into those dark eyes again. “If we’re going to do this,” I say. “You and me, then this needs to be forever. I can’t go through the pain of losing you again. I just can’t, Max. If this is real, then this is it. We’re in it for the long haul.”
“Trust me, babe. I know how much it sucked to be without you and I’ve learned from my mistakes. I’m not stupid enough to make them again. I want this, baby. The second you’re ready, I’ll be making you my wife and starting a family.” He takes my chin and forces my eyes to meet his, making sure I’m paying attention. “I want this. We’re going to make this work.”
“You really think we’ll make it?”
“Right to the fucking end, Brooke. Every single piece of me is yours. I love you so much.”
I nod as my heart fills with love. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Max crushes his lips against mine as he grabs hold of my waist and scoots me right to the edge of the dresser. I feel his erection pressing against me and I groan into him.
He takes my shirt and pulls it up over my head. As much as I need to feel my bare skin against his, the brief moment of having to take my hands off him nearly kills me.
Max snakes his arms around me and goosebumps raise over my skin. It’s fucking perfect already and he’s hardly even touched me yet. He reaches the clasp of my strapless bra and flicks it open with practiced ease and it instantly falls from my body.
His hand curls around the back of my neck as his lips drop to the sensitive skin behind my ear. I tilt my head, needing more and he takes the hint, kissing my neck as his other hand sails up my body as cups my breast.
Max squeezes my breast and a moan slips from between my lips. I feel his smile against my neck, loving how much I respond to his touch. His thumb brushes over my nipple making a shiver travel through my body.
I don’t know what it is about him, but I’ve always been so responsive to his touch. He always knows exactly what I need and how I need it. It’s like he reads my body and knows it better than his own.
Max travels down from my neck, leaving urgent kisses along the way until his tongue is circling my nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and I arch my back, pushing my chest up further, needing so much more.
How is this so freaking good?
I tug his shirt over his head and throw it across the room, desperate to have my hands free. I grab hold of his arms and squeeze into the muscles, loving just how damn strong he is. Max has always taken pride in his body and it shows. He’s like a work of art, so strong and defined. My hands slide up over his shoulders and I glue myself to him as he scoops me up off the dresser.
His lips remain teasing my body until he lays me down on my bed and begins peeling me out of the rest of my clothes. My jeans are pulled down and tossed to the side before he hooks his fingers into the flimsy fabric of my thong and slides them down my legs.
I lay before him as he kneels between my legs, staring down at me with a mix of excitement and awe in his eyes. I reach for his jeans and pop the button with ease while unable to take my eyes off his impeccable body.
My eyes travel over his strong shoulders and down past his pecs. He’s simply incredible. I know we’ve been through a lot and there’s been a lot of pain along the way, but I still consider myself the luckiest girl in the world.
My gaze drops to his abs and travels down to his deep ‘V’ which is practically an arrow pointing down to the goods. I look back up and meet his eyes to find nothing but hunger. He likes my eyes on his body just as much as I like his on mine.
He takes hold of my knees and I suck in a breath, watching as he slowly pushes them apart and exposes me in the most erotic way. He licks his lips, looking down at my body as though he’s about to devour his last meal and I almost die.
Holy hell, I’ve never seen something so hot.