Page 73 of Defensive Zone

Her nipples tightened painfully, and a soft moan fell from her lips.

He squeezed his hand at her nape, under her hair, cradling her in his grasp. With every touch, he made her feel cherished, and no amount of common sense was going to overpower that need, that want.

“Max,” she whispered as she pushed off the blanket and climbed into his lap. She straddled his large thighs and pressed her body to his, his cock hard and impressive against her heat. She hated the clothes between them, but she didn’t want to rush anything that was going to happen tonight.

And it was going to happen tonight. She needed him beyond reason, and she was tired of resisting him.

“Fuck, Gabi,” he groaned against her when his mouth finally settled over hers. She licked along the seam of his lips, and his grip on her scalp tightened again as he cupped her head and his tongue surged between her parted lips.

She shifted in his lap, lifting up to meet his kiss, rubbing her body against him and delighting in every sound that vibrated from his mouth.

One of his hands trailed down her spine and gripped her ass, holding her against his cock as he thrust up.

“Yes. Max,” she said around his kisses.

They were sloppy and disjointed, their rhythm a mess as they tried to inhale each other. Her pent-up need for him threatened to combust as her body coiled tight in his arms.

“Gabi. Fuck. I want to fuck you right now,” he growled. “To taste every inch of you and watch you come apart in my arms.”

She’d never been with a dirty talker and she’d been missing out. His words fired her up almost as much as his kisses.

“Yes, Max. Please,” she moaned.

“My room?” he asked.

“Yes.” She had the sense to realize that her room was next to Ava and the kids. His was down the hall.

“Hold on,” he said.

“What?”

And then he was standing with her legs wrapped around his waist. He gave her a grin and then thrust his hips. His hard cock brushed against her ass and her body was molten.

Her ass kept rubbing over his cock as he walked up the stairs with her in his arms. She shuddered and pressed down, loving every tiny growl that fell from his lips. The anticipation of tumbling into bed with him was overwhelming.

They made it into his room without anyone spotting them. At least she hoped no one spotted them because she’d only been able to focus on him, his mouth, and the way his chest pressed against hers and made her nipples pebble.

The door snicked shut behind them and he pressed her against the wall.

“I need you,” he growled.

And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue darting past her lips and shifting against hers. She was intoxicated by his kisses. They wiped away any thoughts outside of what was happening right here and now.

She sank her hands into his hair, pulling on the strands and holding on for dear life as he ravaged her mouth. Their sighs and moans intermingled as the kiss deepened, and she locked her legs tighter around his waist, his hard cock nudging against her ass.

After an endless moment, Max broke the kiss.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Because you’re always annoying me,” she quipped.

“Am I annoying you now?” he asked.

“Actually, yes. I’m annoyed that you stopped kissing and that we have too many clothes on,” she said with a small grin.

He barked out a laugh.

She put her hand over his mouth. “Shh. We don’t want anyone to wake up.”

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