Page 137 of Catch the Sun

My eyes close and my mouth hangs open on a silent moan as I thrust against his hand. “Doesn’t matter. I just need you.”

So reckless. So heedlessly reckless.

“Ella.” His fingers keep moving, working me into a frenzy as his forehead dips to mine. “Are you sure?”

“I…” My body is sure. It’s so damn sure. But my falter hangs heavily between us and his fingers stop moving.

“Ella,” he repeats, going still, cupping me gently down below. “I need you to be sure.”

“Don’t stop,” I mutter, my hands sinking in his hair.

“Look at me.”

My eyes remain closed. I can’t. I can’t seem to open them.

His hand disappears from between my legs and I hear him sigh as he pulls back. Blindly, I reach for him, tugging him back to me and burying my face against his collar. “You won’t hurt me.”

“That’s not the only thing I’m worried about,” he replies, pressing a kiss to my temple.

Tears bloom behind my closed eyelids as I hold on to him as tightly as my weakened muscles will allow. “Please,” I whisper. “I need you.”

His heart pounds against mine. His hands snake around me, cupping my bare bottom, then trailing underneath the hem of my tank top.

Warm, steady breaths beat against my hair.

“Fuck.” And then he’s sliding down my body, gently moving me onto my back as he settles between my legs and parts my knees. Heartbeats leap up my throat. My hands grip handfuls of his hair as he slings his arms underneath my thighs to hold me steady before he lowers his head.

I cry out when his tongue thrusts inside me.

“Oh God…Max.” My whole body trembles, my back arching off the mattress on instinct. Any pain or resistance I might feel peters out, overridden by his mouth devouring me. His fingertips gouge my thighs. My hands fist his hair with a violent squeeze. If I’m hurting him, he doesn’t notice. Doesn’t care.

I’m already close. Achy, needy, full of pent-up feelings.

My thighs clamp the sides of his face, tremors rippling through me, overtaking me one tongue flick at a time. His mouth latches onto me and he sucks hard as two fingers slide inside me.

He pumps in and out. Over and over.

Rhythm.

The perfect rhythm, a recipe for detonation.

His mouth was made for me. It knows what I need. He knows what I crave and he’s relentless in bringing me over the edge.

It’s heartbreaking how this boy is everything I could ever want and more, and yet…I can hardly look at him.

I glance down, my shorts and underwear dangling off one ankle. I wrap my legs around his upper back and burrow my nails in his scalp, hanging on for dear life. Hanging on to the moment, the feeling, the stopped measure of time when nothing else matters. Everything falls away but him. It’s just us…only Max and me.

I buck up against his face as tingles bloom and climb. A raspy cry tears through me. He quickly lifts his hand to cover my mouth, to silence my scream that could wake the dead, and I bite down when two fingers slip inside my mouth.

The orgasm slams into me, a lightning bolt shooting across a black sky. I want to wail, shriek, sob, and laugh. The feeling is electrifying, freeing, soul-shattering. I’m flying…

I’m falling.

Tree branches tear at my skin. Cold wind snaps into my lungs. Fireworks burst from above as McKay stares down at me, watching, waiting, begging for me to die.

The bliss ebbs and terror sneaks in. I deflate on the mattress, becoming a sagging, wretched heap of defeat.

Max doesn’t notice at first as he slowly works his way up my body, pausing to graze his fingertips along the scar on my lower abdomen, left behind from my pelvis fracture surgery. It’s long, curved, and pink as it dips toward my bikini line.

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