Page 51 of Defensive Zone

Chapter 10

Fucking hell, she felt amazing in his arms. He couldn’t get enough of her. Their bickering riled him up, but her taste drove him insane. His cock was bordering on pain, rock hard and pressed against his zipper, and when she’d done that little hip swivel, rocking her center against his cock, he’d thought he’d seen stars.

She’d pulled the band from his hair and was currently sinking her fingers into the strands, scraping her nails over his scalp, and driving him to madness. He found the sensitive spot behind her ear and bit down lightly.

His name falling from her lips on a sigh made his entire body clench. And then his mouth was on hers again, his lips nibbling at hers, her tongue tangling with his as they swallowed each other’s groans of need. She was fire in his arms and there was no one he’d rather combust with than her.

He slanted his head, deepening the kiss and rolling his hips against her. They were probably moving too fast, but he couldn’t stop, and judging by the way she tightened her legs around his waist, he wasn’t doing anything she wasn’t on board with.

He stepped back, away from the wall, with her still in his arms, and set her down on the dryer. The vibrations of the machine went straight to his dick and he could imagine what they were doing to her pent-up body. He was going to have fun with this.

“Max,” she groaned against his lips.

He kissed down her throat, gentle bites and soothing licks that had her squirming.

“Yes?” he asked between nibbles.

“What are we doing?” she gasped.

“Thought that was obvious, Gabi,” he said, growling when he reached her collarbone, and she thrust her breasts against him.

He wanted to strip her down and feast on her body, but was she ready for that?

“This isn’t a good idea. Oh god, that feels good,” she said.

He chuckled against her heated flesh.

“Which is it?” he asked.

“I can’t think when you’re doing this to me,” she said, her voice husky with a need that matched his desperation.

“Should I stop?” he asked, praying that she wouldn’t say yes.

“I should.” She paused, and then yanked him close. “But for some stupid reason, you’re addicting.”

She tried to sound put out by it, but she failed, and he gave her his most lascivious smirk.

She laughed and swatted at his chest.

“There is something seriously wrong with me,” she muttered.

“Nope. You have good taste, and you taste exceptional,” he said. Then he leaned in and captured her lips again.

She sank into him and matched his intensity. Her hands slipped under his shirt, trailed along his abs, and sent bolts of fire to his dick.

“If I take my shirt off, yours is going with it,” he growled against her mouth, his eyes locking on hers.

She leaned back and ripped her shirt off. Her breasts were more than a handful and her nipples were pebbled under her bra. His mouth watered.

“Your turn,” she taunted.

He couldn’t take off his shirt fast enough, and it landed on the floor somewhere as he sucked in a breath against her trailing hands. Over his skin. Over his tattoos. Each one was there for a reason, and while he wasn’t fully covered, he had a good deal of ink.

“Oh my god, is this Cornelius and Narly?” she asked, spotting the small pair mixed in the swirling ink on his shoulder.

“Yep. I made those characters for Connor and Amelia and they love them so much that I had to get them inked on me. Every tattoo tells a story.”

“You are unexpected sometimes,” she said softly, tracing over the hockey net with his dad’s number in it and along the poppies for his mom.

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