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I look down at our joined hands, his so much bigger, with the scars and calluses making them look even more manly. And I can only nod.
Max tuts, shaking his head, his intense gaze never leaving mine. “Words, Maya.”
I hold his eyes, pushing my shoulders back, straightening. “Yes, asshole.”
Max’s smile is slow, devastating and worth every second of the months-long wait. “Good.” He raises his hand to get the server’s attention. “Let’s go.”
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Max
A year of keeping my hands to myself, of pretending ourarguments about research methodology didn’t make me hard, of acting like I didn’t notice every time she walked past my office. All that self-control just shattered the moment she said yes. After months of wanting her, of imagining what she’d feel like under my hands, she finally said yes. And now I can barely think straight as we leave the lounge, her hand in mine, both of us knowing exactly where this is headed.
The drive to my place is fucking torture. Maya keeps shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her long, toned legs, and I’m gripping the steering wheel so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t crack. Every time she moves, I catch a whiff of her perfume, and it’s driving me fucking insane. That same fragrance I’ve been dreaming about having all over my sheets. On my skin. The one that makes me feel almost dizzy if I stand next to her for too long…
My apartment is exactly what you’d expect from a guy like me. Clean, expensive, boring as hell. But with Maya in it, it feels like fucking paradise.
“You want a drink?” I ask, already heading for the kitchen because I need something to do with my shaky hands.
“Max.” She doesn’t move from where she’s standing in the entryway. “If you make me wait any longer, I’m seriously going to lose my shit.”
The careful control I’ve been holding onto cracks even deeper. “Come here.”
She doesn’t walk. She stalks across the room like she’s on a mission, her heels clicking on the wooden floors. When she reaches me, I grab her face. Taking in all that beauty, the fierceness in her eyes. The full lips I want to devour. The big brown eyes, I fucking love feeling on me.
“Maya…”
She goes up on her toes and kisses me. Soft at first, testing, like she’s still not sure this is real. Her lips are warm and full against mine, tentative but determined. Then she bites my bottom lip, and something wild unleashes inside me.
I kiss her back with months’ worth of desperate hunger, all the want that’s been clawing at me during every goddamn faculty meeting where I had to sit across from Dr Maya Cisey and pretend I wasn’t imagining bending her over the conference table. I’ve been so fucking careful, so controlled, keeping my hands to myself when all I wanted was to pin Maya against every flat surface in the lab and show her exactly what she does to me.
One of my hands fists in her single braids while the other one wraps at the small of her back, pulling her against me like I want to fucking crawl under her skin.
She tastes so fucking good. Right. amazing. Like every sleepless night I’ve spent jerking off to thoughts of this exact moment. Now that I finally have her, I can’t get enough. I kiss her like she’s oxygen and I’ve been suffocating, like I want to devour every sound she makes and brand the taste of her into my memory.
When I trace my tongue along her full bottom lip, she opens for me with a gasp that hits me straight in my balls. A year of wanting this woman, of imagining her mouth on mine, on my cock, all over my body… and nothing could have prepared me for the reality of her in my arms. The beautiful, wicked-smart, loud, funny, sassy girl of my dreams.
She can feel how hard I am through my pants, and it makes her bold. She palms me through the fabric, and I groan into her mouth with a rough sound. Fuck, her hand feels amazing sliding up and down my long, thick, hard shaft.
“Bedroom,” she pants against my lips.
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab her full ass and lift. Maya wraps her thick thighs around my waist as I carry her down thehall. I’m kissing her neck, tasting her soft skin, biting, licking, sucking on her flesh… And she’s making these little sounds that are driving me out of my goddamn mind.
My bedroom is as boring as the rest of my place, but Maya doesn’t seem to notice. I set her on the bed and follow her down, holding myself up on my forearms.
“I’ve thought about this,” I murmur, tracing the line of her collarbone with one finger. “So many times.”
“Tell me,” she breathes, arching into my touch.
My hands map her body like I’m memorizing every curve. “I’ve thought about taking my time with you. Learning what makes you fall apart. What sounds you make when you come.”
I press my lips to her throat and suck until she gasps. Her reaction makes me smile against her skin.
“Max, please.”
“Please what?” I find the hem of her shirt, my fingers playing with the edge. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you to touch me. I want you to—” She cuts off with a moan when I push her shirt up and take a hard nipple in my mouth through her bra.
