Revved to the Maxx (Reynold’s Restorations #1) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Reynold's Restorations Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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I clutched the sheets, nodding, feeling frantic.

He gripped my jeans, tearing them down my legs. “Do you have contacts?”

“Yes,” I panted, desperate to feel his hands on me.

“You need to wear them.”

At this point, I would agree to anything.

He gripped the bottom of my blouse. “Sorry.”

Before I could ask why, he tore it. Right up the middle.

I gasped as the cool air hit my skin.

“You need to wear heavier shirts,” he demanded, placing a knee on the mattress and glaring at me. “Maybe turtlenecks.”

Then he was on me. Kissing, licking, biting. His mouth and hands were everywhere. He tugged my bra down, my breasts spilling over the cups. He sucked and licked them, holding them in his big hands, pinching the nipples and making me cry out. He ground his massive cock into my center, the cloth separating us only adding another layer of sensation.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he promised darkly. “Rough and hard. You prepared for that, Red?”

I pulled his mouth down to mine, devouring him. He tasted like sin—citrus and sweet and him. He fisted my hair, tugging it in his hands, our mouths locked together.

“Take me,” I pleaded.

He grabbed a condom, and then he was ready. There was no hesitancy tonight. No more foreplay. One snap of his hips and he was lodged deep inside me. I barely had time to catch my breath, and he started to move. Fast, forceful thrusts, hitting me exactly where I needed him. He gripped my hips, almost furious in his need as he took me. Sweat dotted his forehead, his arms shaking with repressed energy as he drove forward, pistoning in and out, cursing and groaning.

There was no doubt what this was.

Pure, unadulterated fucking.

I should have objected, except he felt too good. His cock felt too good. All too soon, my orgasm soared out of control, and I cried out, spasming and coming around him. He gritted his teeth, his hold tightening.

“One more, Red. You’re gonna give me one more.”

He lifted my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, still thrusting in long, hard movements. I gasped as he dragged his cock against my clit, the sensation spiraling me into another orgasm. I grasped at his arms, and he threw back his head, shouting and cursing as he came. He was powerful and sexy in his release, his corded neck muscles standing out, his shoulders straining.

Then he collapsed on me, his weight pushing me down into the mattress. For a moment, there was nothing but our heavy breathing.

He moved, getting rid of the condom, then returning to the bed. For a moment, he stared, then tugged on my arms. “Let’s get this off of you.” He tenderly pulled away the torn material and removed my bra, laying me back on the pillows. He climbed in beside me, tucking me into his arms. His aggression was gone, and the man I had spent the night with on Friday was back. For how long, I didn’t know, but I decided to enjoy it while I could.

I lifted my head and he kissed me. Soft, sweet, his lips lingered on mine, his arms a warm, safe spot to be in.

I sighed as he tugged me back to his chest, resting his chin on my head.

The room was silent.

“Tell me a secret,” he whispered, surprising me.

“You ripped my favorite blouse.”

He chuckled. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

It was my turn. “Tell me one.”

He played with my hair, twirling a piece around between his fingers. “You make the best lemon pie I’ve ever tasted.”

“That’s hardly a secret.”

He tipped up my chin and brushed a kiss to my mouth.

“Neither was yours.”

I chuckled. “Can I ask a question?”

“I think you just did.”

“No, um—Maxx. Two x’s. That’s unusual. Is it a family name?”

It was his turn to chuckle. “No. It was an error. My mom wanted Maxwell, my dad liked Max. He crossed out the ‘well’ at the end, and the person read it as M-A-X-X, and that was how it was recorded. My mom decided she liked it—it was different, so she left it. My dad never lived it down. I kinda like it too.”

I pressed a kiss to his scruff. “It suits you. You’re so sexy, you need two x’s—like a warning label.”

He groaned at my quip. “Now you got a second secret. My turn.”

I snuggled back to his chest. “I like it here. It’s peaceful and pretty.”

He didn’t say anything, maybe surprised by my words. His arms tightened a little, then he spoke.

“I hated the feeling I had when I couldn’t find you.”

I felt a small thrill at his words, but I didn’t react.

“I’m sorry. I’ll call next time.”

“I’ll know you’re at Mary’s gossiping.”

“We weren’t gossiping. We were playing cards and talking.”

“Was I mentioned in the conversation?” he asked dryly.

I remained silent.

“Gossiping,” he stated smugly. Then his voice took on a warning tone. “I don’t like to be talked about, Red. I value my privacy.”


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