“What’s this?” Max asked roughly, his fingers tracing over a pattern at the top of her butt cheek.
He was fingering her tattoo.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Max’s t-shirt hit the carpet. She regretted not seeing him remove it with what had to have been a sexy, one-handed removal that probably would have made her salivate.
“You,” she answered honestly. “A red rose for true love, and your name.” The tattoo was small and delicate, a red rose in full bloom, tiny and detailed with simply the word Max written underneath.
She’d desperately wanted to carry Max with her forever, and it was the only thing she could think of that would brand her as his for the rest of her life.
“Holy f**k!” The curse sounded strangled and raw when it sprang from Max’s lips. He gripped her hips tightly, his thumb still stroking over the marking as he filled her with one smooth stroke.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Mia needed this joining more than she needed her next breath. His c**k stretched her as the smooth walls of her channel clenched him tightly. Still, she pressed back against his body, desperate and greedy to have him and keep him inside her.
“You marked yourself for me, to be mine,” Max rasped.
“Had to,” she gasped. “Needed something. Anything.” She nearly sobbed as Max’s hips moved back, pulling his c**k almost completely out of her and thrusting back in with a low groan.
Leaning down, stretching his chest against her back, he nipped at her shoulder and then laved it with his tongue, working his way slowly up the side of her neck and finally whispered huskily into her ear. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My name branded on you forever. Does that make me a sick bastard?” He flicked his tongue over her earlobe, making her shake with desire. “I want to stay just like this forever. My c**k inside you, my body entwined with yours, surrounded by you. Nothing has ever felt this good.” His hands cupped her br**sts, his fingers squeezing her ni**les and then stroking over them in a soothing motion. The pleasure/pain of the erotic motions made her pant with need, her whole body quivering.
Mia turned her head and his lips ravished hers, the awkward angle making it difficult for her to return his embrace. But Max didn’t seem to mind. He ravished her lips with his tongue, tasting her like she was the most delicious thing on earth. His tongue entered and retreated, making her hips flex back, needing that same motion inside her.
“I can’t wait,” he groaned as he released her mouth, his sharp, heavy breaths bathing the tender skin of her neck with heat. “I need to f**k you.”
The raw oath coming from Max made her clench around him. The fact that she made him so needy was empowering and humbling. She could bring this proud, strong, masculine, sexy man to his knees, but that was the last thing she wanted. Max had her—heart, body, and soul—and all she wanted to do was sink into him, let him be the dominant male that he needed to be with her. And the honest truth was…she craved it. “Then do it,” she told him softly. “Please. I need it, too.”
Max straightened and gripped her hips tightly, and she moaned in relief as he started to move, his c**k mastering her, thrusting in and out of her with powerful strokes.
Everything about the fierce coupling aroused her. Max’s bold thrusts, his groin slapping against her still-burning ass cheeks, the sounds of their groans mingling together all filled her with an incendiary heat that just spiraled upward until she was completely lost. She felt nothing except Max and their frenzied rush to meld together.
“I love you, Mia. I love you so goddamn much it hurts,” Max choked out with a tortured groan, gripping her hips and pumping into her with a desperation that was nearly palpable. Tension spiraled in the air, both of them panting, sweating. Mia’s entire body was perspiring, and she could see droplets of moisture from her face hitting the brown leather of the couch.
And then…she saw nothing…as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back with a scream of pleasure as her climax hit her with an intensity that made her arms give way, her head dropping to the arm of the couch. She was rendered helpless as her channel convulsed wildly around Max’s hammering cock.
“Christ,” Max cursed, his body tensing as his heated release flooded her with warmth. His sweaty body lowered to hers, and his arms encircled her protectively. He buried his face in her hair, murmuring incoherent, tender words as he recovered his breath. Mia went limp, knowing Max would keep her safe, unable to move.
They stayed just like that, lost in a world that contained only the two of them and their out-of-control emotions. Finally, Max disconnected them and swung her into his arms. He kicked out of the jeans that he obviously hadn’t bothered to remove completely, and dropped onto the couch, taking her with him, holding her tightly on his lap.
Mia finally got to drown in his beautiful hazel eyes as she looked up at him, his face still radiating a ferocious possessiveness that made her shiver with pleasure. Being loved like this by the man who was everything to her was all she’d ever wanted, all she’d ever needed. Finally, she felt free, and it was an incredible feeling. She could be exactly who she was and Max would love her.
She put her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, giving him a tender, emotional embrace that made her feel like after all these years, she’d finally come home.
Chapter 11
“I guess we really should have talked before we did…um…that,” Mia remarked casually as she looked adoringly up at her husband. “We both have questions.”
Max grinned wickedly. “How we just communicated was incredible for me. I think talking is highly overrated.” He stroked over her tattoo before adding, “I can’t believe you marked yourself with my name.”
Mia shrugged, not understanding why he’d be surprised. “I missed you so much that I had to do something or go crazy. I wanted something permanent to somehow keep you close to me. Maybe that sounds crazy, ’cause I never thought I’d tattoo your name on my ass, but I wanted it.”
Max’s smile grew broader. “It looks good on you. I would have never asked you to do it because I know it hurts. But it’s sexy as hell. I’ll never look at it and not want to f**k you right that minute. So you better cover it up unless you want to be taken the second I see it.”
“Then I guess I’m going to be walking away from you naked a lot,” she said, smiling as she started to wonder if there would ever be a time that she didn’t want Max all over her.