Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He walks me straight through the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. He sits me on the toilet; the cold porcelain chills my skin. He turns on the water in the shower and undresses. I watch, but honestly I’m so tired it’s all I can do to remain upright. Warm, delicious steam starts filling the room, and once he’s undressed, he takes us to the shower. The hot water slowly brings my body back to life. Max is completely in charge, and I’m woman enough to acknowledge that’s how we both like it. He positions me in the shower tilting my head back, letting the warm water sluice over me and slowly bringing me back to life. The smell of strawberries bursts into the small space as he begins washing my hair. I hum in approval. He bathes me completely and when he washes between my legs and teases the delicate folds there; I hold onto him as he brings me to a soft, slow orgasm.
“So beautiful, Kitten,” he murmurs against my ear, as his fingers massage my clit over and over, with such unerring accuracy and tenderness that I can’t help but cry out his name and let my hands clench into the hard muscle of his biceps. “Mine,” he growls, and he’s right. I’ve been his from the moment I read his story and saw his picture. It doesn’t make sense, and I’m tired of trying to make it. I may only get weeks with him, but maybe I’ll have more. Whatever I have, I will savor it. Fuck what anyone else thinks.
“Yours,” I agree, my forehead resting on his chest.
“You’re going with me?” He asks, and I think I hear a small thread of surprise in his voice.
“I’m going with you,” I confirm, my heart speeding up in fear. I’m going with him. I can’t not go. Max is what I have been missing my whole life. He brings that feeling of belonging with him that I had never had and always wanted. Maybe soulmates are real? I mean, who really knows. Maybe in the whole world, there is only one person you are meant to be with and when you meet them or even see a picture of them you know it instantly. If that’s true, then I don’t need to defend my actions or explain them. It doesn’t matter to anyone but Max and me. So, fuck yeah. I’m going with him. I could almost smile at how freeing that becomes.
Max grabs my neck and pulls my face up so he can see me. I don’t bother to hide the small smile on my face. I’m happy. For now, I am happy. I don’t know how long it will last, but hell I could die tomorrow walking out on the street. I’m going to take this time with Max, and...Be happy.
“I’ll call Marcum tomorrow and set things in motion,” he says, his hand clenching and unclenching against the side of my neck.
“Okay, Max.”
“My Tess…” he says, and I think it’s the first time I’ve seen a light in his dark eyes. I put that light there. I put a light in his eyes. Me.
“Always,” I tell him. He growls and takes my mouth hard and when his tongue finishes plundering me, and we break apart; I see yet another side to the tarnished knight in my deliciously wicked fairy tale.
He grins, not a big grin; it’s a cocky, whiplash kind of grin that instantly makes my pulse jump and my knees weak. He puts the soap in my hands and leans back on the shower wall.
“Wash me,” he orders. My lips spread into a smile. I like this Max. This all-conquering male, in charge and… my heart stalls. Happy? That’s it. He seems, happy. I’ve seen so many sides to Max, but I don’t think I’ve taken the time to realize that I’ve never seen him happy. My heart flutters, flops and starts beating hard in my chest, because that realization feels big.
So I wash my man. It doesn’t matter what he says. He’s mine as much as I am his. He doesn’t have to acknowledge it for me to know it. I take my time, savoring every line, every scar, every beautiful inch of Max, and I commit it to memory. However long I have, I will hold on to every second, of every minute, of every fucking hour.
I take extra time gliding the small green bar of soap along his stomach, down his thighs, around his balls and to that hard, jutting, hot cock that stands out so proud from his body; demanding attention. Attention that I want to give him. I don’t get the chance to act on my own thoughts though, because Mad Max, the conqueror, takes over. He pushes me down on my knees. His hands, twisting in my hair again. I firmly grasp his cock in my hand, stroking him up and down one slow turn, watching Max’s reaction.