An American Werewolf in Hoboken (14 page)

She took him in by slow increments, allowing the thick length to inch between her lips, tightening her mouth around him until she reached the base of his shaft and was rewarded with a hiss of satisfaction.

Max slipped his finger in her mouth, rubbing against her tongue, slipping atop it to caress his own rock-hard flesh, moving with her lips in an erotic rhythm. Her nipples tightened to sharp peaks while the sound of Max’s pleasure rang in her ears.

Shifting, Max repositioned himself, twisting around so he sat behind her on his knees, making her tilt her head back and arch her neck until he was deeply encased in her mouth.

She tugged at him, moving her head up and down, swirling her tongue along the pulsing length of his cock.

Max leaned over her, pushing deeper as his hands cupped her breasts and his fingers pinched her nipples, groaning when she wrapped her arms around his waist and drew him deeper still, arching to take all of him over and over.

The hiss he made when he pulled away was urgent, tight, spilling from his lips as a warning. Max dug through the bedding until he found the condom, ripping the foil and slipping it on.

And then he was beside her, cupping her face with his hands, their bodies pressing length to length. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Christ, that mouth. I can’t get enough of that mouth,” he said before he kissed her, driving his tongue against hers until she was dizzy.

She clung to him when he lifted her thigh and pulled it to drape over his hip, tensed knowing the exquisite pleasure she was about to experience.

In one swift move, Max positioned his cock between her legs, driving into her slick depths. The sweet invasion made JC gasp and as Max thrust upward, she made yet another discovery. She didn’t just
want
Max—she needed him. Needed him inside her, harder, faster—all of him.

Reaching up, JC circled Max’s neck, slicing through the silk of his hair, digging into his scalp, pulling his head to her neck. Arching her back, she rocked into his strokes, clenching, milking the steel between her legs.

His thrusts were relentless, his cock wet with their desire. Max splayed his hand at her waist, moving her with him, pressing her firmly against his broad chest glistening with sweat. When his fingers drifted to her clit and his breathing turned ragged, JC couldn’t stop her raging
climax.

It swept her away, taking her to a place beyond what she’d experienced with him before, beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

Max took his last stroke on a howl, a howl that muffled her own as she too responded to the call of her own blinding wish for release. When she came, it overwhelmed her, ripped through her, flooded her with searing heat until she was boneless.

JC clung to Max, her choppy breaths short whistles of air. Max’s chest rose and fell against hers in a rapid rhythm. His hand caressed her, roaming over her hip, stroking her thigh.

They remained like that for a little while, in the dim glow of the streetlamps blazing outside Max’s bedroom window. Curled together, limbs entangled, snuggled into the silence.

Something shifted into place. Something right. Something deep. Something so real it was raw, rubbing against her nerves, burrowing into the crevices of her heart.

And that was when JC knew.

She wasn’t just “this close” anymore.

She was there.

Chapter Twelve

Panic seized her in a tidal wave of confusing emotions. She’d known Max for all of two weeks. You couldn’t possibly know a person was the one in such a short amount of time.

Could you?

No. Amazing sex didn’t make him the one.

There were lots of men who could make incredible love to a woman. Hundreds of thousands of them.

But you don’t want them. You want Max.

She didn’t know anything about Max but his favorite meal and what he liked to read. Okay, that wasn’t fair. She knew other things about him, but certainly not everything.

You’ll learn those things in time, JC. You can know someone for a hundred years and not know everything about them. For now, all you need to know is, he’s the one.

But what if she wasn’t his “one”?

Her heart began to crash against her ribs. She had to go.

Pushing away from him, JC tried to slip from the bed, but Max grabbed her wrist and tugged her tight to his chest. His tone was low, the next words he articulated precise. “You felt it, too.”

JC swallowed, almost choking on her tongue
. Don’t show him your cards. Don’t end up feeling like an idiot because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut
. “Felt what?” She pretended confusion, but the hitch in her voice gave her away.

Max persisted. His gaze penetrating hers until it felt as if he were seeing the thoughts running around in her head. “Don’t run away because you know, JC.”

She cleared her throat. “Know what?”

“Know that you belong with me. That we belong together.”

JC shook her head, her tongue still mired in mud. “I know nothing.”

Max grinned. “You do so.”

“I have to go.”

“Without having my tuna noodle casserole? I’m devastated.”

“Save me some.”

Max gripped her hand, running his thumb over her palm. “It’s not nearly as appetizing heated in the microwave. Stop running away from me, J. Just let it happen.”

“I’m not running away. I don’t really like tuna noodle casserole. I lied so I could come over and have dirty sex with you because you have an incredible body that almost doesn’t look real. Now that
that’s
over, I have to go. Fluffy awaits.”

Max leaned up on his elbow, letting her hand go. “You like me. You like me a lot. You like me as much as you like my air-brushed body.”

JC cocked her head. She’d never told him that. “Who told you I said your body looked like it had been air-brushed?”

His eyes darkened for a minute and then he grinned. “I heard you tell Viv on the phone. Sorry—didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Now, back to the subject at hand. Don’t deflect. You, JC Jensen, like
me
, Max Adams. A. Lot.”

“Fine. I like you a lot.”
A lot, a lot.

“So if you like me a lot, why would you want to leave?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist with a chuckle and hoisting her over his shoulder, sheet and all, so fast he caught her off guard. He headed toward the kitchen, where she had to admit his tuna noodle casserole smelled pretty good and she was starving.

She couldn’t help but laugh with him, pounding lightly on his back with her fists. “Put me down, you beast!” she squealed to the tune of his chuckling.

He let her slide down the front of him right by the Crock-Pot, keeping a tight arm around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder, which reminded her to ask about his tattoo. Tracing it with a finger, she asked, “Does this mean something?”

“It’s sort of a family crest.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” Max popped the top off the dish and scooped some of it out with a spoon he’d left on the counter. He blew on the steam before he pressed it to her mouth. “Try just a little,” he coaxed.

She let him slide the spoon into her mouth, her eyes widening when the flavors erupted on her tongue. “
Wow
.”

Max wiggled his eyebrows. “I told you, didn’t I? Here.” He grabbed her by the waist, hiking her onto the countertop and positioning himself between her legs. “Let’s eat.”

The sheet slipped from her shoulders, revealing her breasts, making her shiver. “Like this? Naked? In the kitchen?”

Max nuzzled her neck, letting his lips glide along her collarbone until his tongue found her nipple. He swiped it with his tongue, making her moan. “Is there any other way?”

Her stomach fluttered. Max made her so happy. When had she eaten something as simple as a casserole straight from a Croc-Pot, totally naked, and ever felt this free?

Max worked his way back up to her lips and pressed a light kiss to them before catching some food with the spoon. “More?”

She nodded with a smile, knowing she was going to give in when she wrapped her legs around him and sighed. “Please.”

Max grinned when she took the spoon and offered him some. He dropped a kiss on her nose before allowing her to feed him. “Wine—we need the wine. Tuna noodle casserole needs wine.”

Completely naked, completely amazing, he went out to the living room to grab the bottle she’d brought. He sifted through a drawer for a corkscrew, popping the cork as he strolled toward a cabinet then grabbed a glass, filling it.

JC tucked the sheet tighter around her but Max shook his head, using his free hand to tug at the sheet until it fell to her waist. “Nuh-uh. If I’m naked, so are you. Besides, you have beautiful breasts. I like looking at them. I like touching them. I especially like when my mouth is in contact with them.”

Her cheeks flushed hot and her arms went soft and buttery. Max was so unafraid to share what he was feeling, express his desire for her—anywhere, anytime. His words overwhelmed her, turned her on, made her dizzy.

Max tilted her chin upward, his gaze penetrating and searing. “Don’t hide from me. Look at me when I tell you I’d fuck you senseless right this second if it weren’t for the fact that your stomach is growling. You make me hotter than anyone I’ve ever been with, and you’re just going to have to learn to live with that. I love every single thing about your body.” He took a sip of the wine and handed it to her.

Her hands trembled when she accepted the glass, letting the lukewarm liquid slide down her dry throat.

“Want me to tell you what I love and why?”

Lust—pure, thick—shot to the place between her legs. She was uncomfortable and excited by his words, needed to hear them, unsure if she could look him in the eye. JC swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes.”

“You have to look at me when I do. I want you to see I mean it. I don’t just want you to hear the words. I want you to feel them.”

She licked her lips nervously. “Okay.”

Sliding her bottom forward, almost to the edge of the counter, Max untangled the sheet, leaving her completely exposed. He gazed at her, his eyes roaming over her body before they settled back on her face. Leaning forward, he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. “I love your mouth. I love the way it tastes, the shape of it, how soft your lips are. I love it when it’s on my cock.”

Her breathing hitched as she set the wine down and inhaled deeply.

“I love your neck. I love how soft the skin is right here,” he murmured, nipping just under her jaw, sending jolts of electricity through her veins.

JC’s hands went to Max’s shoulders—she needed to cling to something to keep from passing out from the sheer pleasure his words brought.

He cupped her breasts, bringing her nipples to tight, almost painful peaks before he braced his hands on either side of the counter and drew a tight bud between his lips. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue over the surface before releasing it, leaving her whimpering. “I love your breasts. I love the way they feel in my hands. I love to run my tongue over your nipples until you do that thing you do.”

“That thing?” she asked, her voice raspy and deep.

Max spread her thighs wide, his eyes devouring her as he stroked the flesh on the inside of her leg. “Yeah. You grab my hair, fistfuls of it, and moan against the top of my head.”

“I…” She took a gulp of air, her body on fire. “I didn’t know.”

Kneading the tops of her thighs, Max nipped her jaw, tugged on her lip with his teeth. “And here,” he said, low and throaty as he slipped a finger between her swollen, wet flesh. “This is my favorite spot on your body. I love your pussy. I love the way it tastes. I love my tongue buried in it. Just like this.”

Max bent at the waist, spreading her wide and taking a long pass with his tongue. The silken rasp, the hot slash against her aching clit made her cry out, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself from falling off.

Max rose again, yanked open the drawer next to them and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it on. Bracketing her face with his hands, he said, “But out of all those things, JC, out of all the amazing places on your body that I can’t keep my hands off of, I love my cock in your pussy. I love how tight and wet you get. I love when you come. I love that I was the one who
made
you come. I want to be the
only
one who makes you come. Understand?”

Wordless, all she could do was nod. The rise and fall of her chest physically ached, her body flush, her nerves raw with need. She slid her hips forward willingly, relishing the tip of Max’s cock at her entrance, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

“Look at me when I fuck you, JC,” he said, jaw tight. “Don’t look away. I want you to see what you do to me.”

Her stare was glued to Max’s face, hard with tension, his eyes dusky and intense. “Okay,” she whispered, fighting to keep her eyes connected to his rather than squeeze them shut.

He thrust upward with no warning, stretching her, filling her until the pleasure was so exquisite, so sharp, she came with a scream, her eyes never leaving his.

Max gripped her hips, stroking upward, staring at her, watching. Sweat beaded on his brow, his chest rising and falling sharply until he came, too, howling a release that shook them both.

But she didn’t look away, and neither did Max.

Then he smiled at her, warm, gentle, and pulled her close, cradling her in his strong arms.

JC let out a breath of pent-up air, shuddering as the muscles in her body relaxed against his. “Yay, naked tuna noodle casserole,” she said on a giggle.

He lifted her chin and kissed her lips tenderly. “It’s always better when you eat it naked,” he teased.

As he pulled the sheet back up around her, used tender fingers to tuck it between her breasts, grabbed a plate and put some of the casserole on it, she knew.

As he fed her spoonsful, and they shared the wine, laughed, kissed, touched, she knew.

She knew.

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