Page 20 of Lovers Like Us
His work ethic is admirable andinsane.
I sit on the bed. “Plan tomorrow. It’s not going anywhere. And your parents are trying to beat an incoming blizzard right now. They’ll be here earlier than youthink.”
His muscles flex, readying himself for that shitstorm.
I put his laptop on a night table, and I edge closer to Maximoff. When I lean back against the log headboard, our shoulders brush. Close. Both of us on top of the quilt and shirtless. His charcoal gray boxer-briefs cling to his tonedbuild.
Maximoff fixes his messy hair. A knockout sexual tension grips us both, his muscles flexing. My jaw clenching, hot breath brewing at ninety-degrees inside ofme.
He probably wants to make the first move. But I reach out and massage his tautshoulder.
His breathing heavies, and our tough gazes bore into eachother.
Maximoff leans forward, allowing me to go lower. For a guy that doesn’t trust easily, his permission to “go lower” is absolutely priceless. I want to give himmore.
Andmore.
I knead his muscles, using my whole body to massage deeper. I run the heel of my palm down the length of hisback.
“Fuck,” he mutters, blinking repeatedly to keep his eyes wideopen.
If he weren’t tired, he’d flip me over by now. I like how hungered he usually is, but there’s something extremely fucking sexy about how he’s trying to battle hisexhaustion.
I pull him between my legs to massage his back with two hands. I brace more of my weight against him, and my thumbs knead the base of hisneck.
He swallows a wolfish groan, the noise almost fisting mycock.
I grit down and shiftslightly.
Maximoff glances back at me, hisfuck me, kiss meeyes in full blood-boiling effect. Before I even make a move, he rotates his body to take charge. And he yanks my leg, pulling me down—my head hits thepillow.
Damn.
My pulse hammers in my throat as I lie beneathhim.
I clutch his neck and bring his mouth to mine. The starved kiss turns deep and heady as his tongue parts my lips.Fuck,Maximoff.
The way he uses his mouth is fucking killingme.
He falls to his elbows. Lowering his pelvis against my pelvis, thin fabric separates us, but he’s grinding while deepening akiss.
Hot friction hardens him and me. Veins throb in my cock, and his dick pulses against mine.Fuckfuck.A gruff noise cages inside mylungs.
Maximoff shifts his head and scans me in a slow, thundering wave. One that clearly readsI want to fuckyou.
His voice is more hollowed out as he says,“I don’t want to fucking sleep. Notyet.”
With him above me, I run my palm down his hard chest and the valleys of his abs. Our stinging lips brushing, I whisper strongly, “You want to fuckme?”
His mouth crushes against my mouth, and his hips buck against my waist before he grows more against my thigh. Fuck, Ilovefeeling a guyharden.
Our muscular legs tangle; my ankle rubs his calf, and I grip his hair with one hand, our tongues wrestling. I could flip him to his back, but instead, my other hand travels to the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Dipping under them, I cup his perfect bareass.
He grumbles an aroused curse against mymouth.
Huskily, I ask, “Did you likethat?”
His gaze narrows inwant.
