Chapter 24

Chapter 24
Max

He kissed his way up a limp Angie and gently rolled her to her back.
“Did I kill you?”
Her eyes were closed, her hair a mess, and she’d never been more beautiful. “Uh-huh.”
He grinned, gaze drifting down to her chest. “I haven’t even gotten to your breasts yet.” And they were fucking perfect breasts, round, with perfect-sized nipples that his mouth ached to taste.
She groaned, flopped her head from side to side. “I can’t move.”
Max chuckled. “You just did.”
“Semantics.” Her lips curved.
“Just lie back and think of England,” he told her, dragging his mouth down her throat and toward her breasts. Fingers slid into his hair, held him in place. “No?”
Her lids peeled back, eyes having darkened to espresso with desire. “I didn’t say that.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“It’s not fair you’re fully dressed, so get naked first.” Angie licked her lips. “Then you can kiss me anywhere you want.”
Impossibly, Max’s cock somehow got harder. “That means I’d have to get off you.”
“It means you’d be naked.”
“Fair point.” He pushed off the bed, stripped down in record time, then was back on top of her. Now they were both naked, and it was everything.
“Hi,” she said as he cupped her jaw.
He pressed his mouth to hers, pulled back, and smiled. “Hi.”
“Kiss me again,” she said. “But this time with more tongue.”
He laughed, but fuck if he was going to deny her anything, least of all that. And so, he kissed her, sliding his tongue between her lips, moaning when she tangled her tongue with his. Fuck, but she tasted like heaven. Then Angie slid her hand down his chest and grabbed his cock.
Lights flashed behind his lids, a groan bubbled up in his throat, and he thrust his hips forward.
“I can’t kiss you,” he said, pulling back with another groan, “if you keep doing that.”
“You’ve discovered my evil plan to get your penis in my vagina.”
He laughed. Despite the fact that his cock felt as though it would break in half, despite the fact that he was all but shaking with the need to take her, despite his desire to make it so fucking good for Angie—not only because she deserved it, but also because it had been too damned long since he’d slept with a woman and he knew that once he was inside of her, he was at high risk of blowing his load like a seventeen-year-old boy—despite all of that, somehow she had him laughing.
“You’re amazing,” he told her.
“I’m not,” she said, then put her fingers over his lips when he would have argued. “I don’t think I’m special. I’m just . . . me. But I do think it’s amazing you think of me that way.” She paused, head tilting to the side. “Now, that’s a lot of thinks.”
He grinned. “Now that sounds like a line from a Dr. Seuss book.”
“Spoken like a single dad—” Her eyes widened as she broke off. “Oh God. I didn’t even think of Brayden. Is he going to be okay with—”
He nipped her fingertips still covering his mouth before pressing a kiss there to soothe the tiny hurt. “He asked me to find him a new mom.” And then he hurried to add when her eyes widened, presumably in panic, “Not that we’re anywhere near there yet. I’m just telling you so you know that he’s open to me dating someone.”
Her brows pulled down. “Is your ex—?”
“I’m naked, and you have your hand on my cock,” he said. “I don’t really want to talk about my ex-wife.”
Angie’s cheeks went pink, and her hand started to let go.
He placed his palm over hers, keeping it in place. “My ex gave up her rights. Just signed them away without a fight. It was shitty and fucked up, but Brayden and I are okay now.”
“You’re a good dad,” she said.
Max shrugged. “I don’t know about that. There are so many things I should have done differently, but—”
“It’s just you and Brayden, now.”
His lips twitched. “And Barf-monster McGee.”
“Poor Sparky.”
“Poor me,” he teased. “I’m naked and hard, and a woman seems to be intent on torturing me.”
She stroked her hand up and down the length of him. “Hmm. How can I fix that?”
“I have an idea.” He bent, rested his forehead to hers. “But I also want you to know that there’s room in our lives for one more. If it gets to that point.”
Her eyes softened. “Thank you.” A pause. “So, can we have sex now?”
He burst out laughing . . . at least until she squeezed him tightly, stroking him from tip to base. Then his control vanished, and he forgot all intentions for taking it slow.
After moving his hands to her breasts, he shifted down and let his mouth join the party. That meant her fingers slipped off his cock, but that was okay because he had a mouthful of nipple and that was just as good. It puckered to a hard point as he ran his tongue over and around it, and the way Angie hissed out a breath as he sucked it deep into his mouth had him repeating the process until she moaned and gripped his hair. Then he switched breasts, thrusting a leg between her thighs and groaning as she ground her pussy against him.
Fuck, she was wet.
He licked the underside of one breast and ran the stubble of his beard across her skin, tracing a path with his tongue and mouth, ready to dive back between her thighs and make her come for a third time.
Angie had different ideas.
“So, help me, God. You are going to put on a condom and get inside me, or I will pay off Mandy to dull every pair of skates you own.”
He flicked his tongue into her belly button. “You play mean.” His fingers slid lower, brushed the top of her pussy.
“Max.”
“Fine.” He reached for his pants and extracted a condom from his wallet then rolled it on. Then he knelt between her thighs and licked her in one long stroke. She cursed, legs flexing, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her back arched, her hips jumped, and moisture pooled against his tongue.
Only when she was writhing on the mattress, eyes closed tight, breath coming in rapid puffs, and liquid beneath his touch did he rise on his knees and position himself above her.
Then paused.
“Angel,” he said.
Dazed eyes opened.
“You sure?”
One long leg hooked around his waist in answer, and he slowly slid home, giving her time to get used to him and attempting to wrestle the urge to pound into her under control.
Her hips shifted, encouraging him to move.
He pulled out, pushed back in, loving the way her lips formed a little O, loving the soft moans as he moved.
“More,” she said. “Max, baby, I need you—”
Fuck. He loved that she called him baby.
He moved a little faster, sliding in and out but in a measured pace, not wanting to hurt her, not wanting this to be anything but good for her.
Sweat dripped down his spine, pleasure coiled in his dick, spread outwards throughout his entire body, hampering his rhythm, wanting him to move faster, harder, deeper.
But he forced himself to stay steady, to go slow . . . at least until Angie wrapped her other leg around him and demanded, “Fuck me, Max. Hard.”
And then the leash snapped.
He pounded into her, driving them both up and up and up until Angie screamed and clenched around his cock and finally—thank fuck but, finally—he exploded.
The orgasm was torn from him, locking his spine, fire shooting down his limbs before pleasure engulfed every single nerve and his vision went black.
Max came back to awareness on top of Angie.
He was limp with pleasure and no doubt heavy as fuck, but when he tried to shift off her, not wanting to crush her, she closed her arms around his shoulders and murmured, “Not yet. Just . . . just a little longer.”
Kissing her shoulder, her jaw, her cheek, he nodded and stayed in place, feeling both sliced open and totally vulnerable, and yet . . . finding there was no place he’d rather be.
Angie. His Angel.
Without even trying, she’d managed to stitch herself right into his heart.
And Max found that he didn’t mind the feeling one bit.