Page 62 of The Ruthless and the Strong

Then he leaned down and kissed me once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me, not wanting to let him go.

His hands moved down to the hem of my shirt, under it, until the skin of his warm palms was touching my skin, and then he moved up, bringing the fabric with him and baring more of me to his gaze. He pulled away from the kiss and met my eyes with heated blue ones.

Then, not saying anything, he lifted the shirt up and off me. I moved my head up a little to help him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered reverently.

I smiled a little at him, which disappeared from my lips when he reached behind me, pulled me up and undid my bra. My heart pounded fiercely inside my chest when he pulled away the flimsy fabric, seeing me for the first time.

He looked down at me, silent.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, squirming a bit on the bed and feeling a tad self-conscious.

“I’m sorry. I just… can’t believe this is real. That you’re real, and you’re right here in my bed with me.”

I smiled a little at that, understanding. “I know. I expect to wake up any moment now, back at Mason and Olivia’s.”

He cupped one breast in his hand and I arched my back, pushing myself more into him. He squeezed, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation he was evoking. He played with my nipple between two fingers, plucking at it roughly. I let out a gasp and opened my eyes, both from the slight pain, and the surprising quick pleasure that followed.

He smiled wickedly at me. “Not a dream,” he said, pinching tightly around my nipple. I didn’t say anything. I watched him as he hurt me a bit, before he soothed the pain away with the gentle caressing of his palm.

I moved my hands down to the hem of his pants, wanting him naked in front of me. He let me unbuckle the belt, and I could feel his gaze on me when I unzipped the pants and pulled his hard, warm dick into my hand.

Max closed his eyes, his head dropped back slightly, and he let out a small groan that almost sounded like a growl.

Fuck.

I didn’t think there was anything hotter than hearing the sound a man made because he loved the way you touched him.

I moved up and down his length.

I always knew he would be big, but I never imagined it like this. He was no doubt bigger than the other men I had been with, and I had a brief, naive thought that he couldn’t possibly fit without causing some discomfort.

How unnerving that I didn’t even care. I just wanted him.

Even if it was for one night, it would be better than not having him at all.

Perhaps he was right.

That I did place him on a pedestal, and that he would disappoint me in the future, but right now, it was not my rational brain that was winning the argument.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

A self-deprecating smile entered his face. “There is nothing beautiful about me.”

“I think you are. I l—” I closed my mouth and shook my head. Max looked at me curiously, but he didn’t ask me to finish that sentence.

And I didn’t think he cared anymore when I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

He closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he uttered through gritted teeth.

I suckled him harder, loving the taste of him and the feel of him. But I loved his reaction more. His eyes opened and they met mine before he played with my breasts, weighing each globe in his hands before moving to my nipples, pinching them and twisting the hardened nubs until I was moving in closer to him, wanting more.

I hummed around him before swirling my tongue around his tip, capturing the precum there before bringing him deeper to me, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He wasn’t moving. He was letting me control the pace, and I loved that especially since I could see how hard it was for him to hold still for me. Tremors raked his big, beautiful body, and his fist clenched at his sides.

I suckled harder on him and his hand slammed against the wall above the headboard, and I watched the way his muscles strained as he tried not to come. I wouldn’t have minded if he did. I wanted to taste him.

“Enough,” he said, his voice rough as he pulled out of me. He met my eyes with dark blue ones, and I licked my lips.

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