Page 124 of The Sky Pirate's Stowaway
After a beat, we laughed, and Max pulled my mouth close to his, murmuring, “Sounds like I need to keep your mouth busy.”
I huffed out a laugh that turned into a groan as he devoured my mouth with his own. His tongue matched the pace I set, slow and sensual and oh so good. But after a few minutes, I couldn’t keep up the slow pace. I needed more. I needed him deeper, harder, faster.
So I sped up and moved with more force, and Max thrust up to meet my every move.
Max’s arms wrapped tighter around me, his fingers digging into one ass cheek and a shoulder blade, and I could tell from the little sounds he was making that he was as close as I was.
And knowing that ramped everything up to a million for me.
My hips moved faster of their own accord, the sound of skin smacking skin filled the cabin. I couldn’t catch my breath, so I pulled my mouth from his and rested our foreheads together, meeting his dark brown eyes that were filled with so much lust and need, but also with so much affection, so much fondness.
So much affection, he was practically bleeding with it.
I managed to whisper, “I’m so… close, Max.”
He made a strangled noise in his throat, then pulled my mouth back to his as he shuddered and groaned beneath me. Heat filled me, and feeling him fill me, knowing I was the one who’d done that to Max, who’d made him feel pleasure in that way, put me over the edge.
My body quaked as I spilled between us, pleasure making my entire body feel like a live wire. My vision blurred as I squeezed my eyes shut and held onto Max,my Max, with everything I had.
Our lips were touching, our breaths mingling, but neither of us moved for a long time. My eyes were closed as I rested against him, my body feeling light and sated and wrung out.
I couldn’t help but wrap my arms tight around his shoulders, fingers digging into his hair, as I held him against my chest in a big hug. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, so many things I wanted to promise, but we didn’t have forever, and I didn’t want to say things that would only make our separation hurt far worse than it already would.
So I kept my lips sealed shut and held him, hoping with everything I was that he could feel how much I cared about him, how much I’d always care, no matter how far apart we were from each other.
Max held me just as tightly, and I swore it was like he was whispering those same affections back to me. Whispering those same three words that were on the tip of my tongue.
My eyes felt watery, but I held them back, not wanting to ruin this wonderful moment.
But after a few minutes, Ihadto kiss him, so I leaned back, cupped his cheeks, and pressed soft, sweet kisses to the corners of his mouth, then right on his lips, over and over and over again.
Max’s hands gripped my back tightly, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt he was feeling the same things as me.
Affection, fondness, heartache, and… and love.
I hugged him against my chest again, pressing more kisses to the top of his head and wishing this moment would last forever.
But I knew it couldn’t, and I knew we would wind up stuck together if I didn’t move soon. So I gently pulled off of him and plopped on the bed beside him, feeling boneless and sticky with sweat and our seed.
Max turned his head to face me, so I mirrored him before we both moved at once, kissing each other. It wasn’t a long kiss, but I felt it all the way in my heart anyway.
When we broke apart again, Max smiled lazily at me, then picked up my hand and kissed my palm. He kept my hand in his, playing with my fingers and casually kissing my knuckles every now and then while we caught our breath. The sweet gesture melted my heart even more and made me wish we never, ever had to leave his room.
But eventually, Max broke the silence as he leaned up on his elbow. “Let me get something to clean us up.”
Oh hellfire. I should’ve done that already. “Let me get a cloth.” I started to sit up, but Max placed his hand on my chest, stopping me.
“I’ve got it.” He pecked my lips, then sat up before pushing off the bed and standing on his leg.
He glanced back at me, and I didn’t miss the vulnerable look in his eyes. I knew he was worried about me seeing him move around his room without his prosthetic on, so I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. I simply smiled at him, and he turned his back to me. My eyes widened.
The moonlight from the small window gleamed across his sweaty skin, revealing a dark tattoo covering his entire back. I sat up to get a better look, but it wasn’t difficult to see what it was. A reaper. The detail was astonishing, and the tattoo was actually quite gorgeous.
But Max hated being the Reaper, so why in the world would he have gotten one tattooed on his back?
Had he gotten it to push the Reaper legend further? Or was this just one more thing he’d done to punish himself? He hated what the Reaper represented. So I couldn’t imagine he’d get a tattoo like that because he actually wanted it.
“Woah, Max. I didn’t know you had another tattoo.”
