Bedding The Bad Boy (Dalton Brothers Novels) (18 page)

She got cold. She couldn’t breathe. She pulled away from him. “Max, wait. You need to stop.”

He didn’t stop. He kept his face buried between her thighs, working her with fingers, tongue and teeth.

The cold started to recede. Her head fell back. She knew there was a reason she needed that cold. A reason to hold herself back from this man who had the power to hurt her more than any other man ever had.

She twisted, reached down, thrust her fingers in his hair and pulled hard. “Max.
Stop
.”

Twisting around so he was kneeling over her, his face above hers, he grabbed her wrists, and pinned them over her head with a one-handed grip. “I’m not going to stop, Grace, because you don’t want me to stop.”

“You have to—”

“You’re scared. You’re pulling back into your shell. But I’m not going to let you do it. I’m going to make you come.”

She shook her head wildly even as a voice inside her head whispered,
Yes, make me come. Don’t let me stop you. Give me what I really want, Max. Give me you.

As if he read her mind, he said, “I’m going to force you to come.”

Her pussy contracted at his words and a gush of liquid trailed down her thighs.

He saw it. He felt it when he inserted his hand between her thighs and began fondling her. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me, Grace. You know why? Because it’s what you want, but it’s also what I want. What I want for you. And you are going to give it to me.”

He said the last sentence in short staccato beats, loosening his hold on her at the end. Then he slowly let go of her wrists altogether, his eyes daring her to move them. She didn’t. It was as if his words and the sheer power of his gaze and proximity continued to pin her down. Her body, bare from the waist down, was spread open for him, and she didn’t have the energy or the brainpower to fight what was happening. He scooted down her body, keeping eye contact with her the whole time.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, then blew on her bare belly and pubic area. She jerked and whimpered, doing as he said, offering herself to him.

He gazed at her flesh until she was biting her lip to stop from screaming. Then he moved, burying his face between her thighs again, and she did scream.

Then he did exactly what he’d sworn he would.

He did everything she needed.

He sucked and nibbled on her clit. Licked her with long, strong strokes of his tongue and penetrated her with deep, slow thrusts of his fingers. He groaned and whispered to her as he did it, combining his beautiful voice with the sounds of raw, primal sex.

Her mind blanked, her body transforming into a fireball of pure sensation.

She forgot everything but what she was feeling and the fact it was Max making her feel it.

Before she even knew it was going to happen, he pushed her over the edge.

He made her forget her past and her insecurities, and all the times she’d told herself she shouldn’t want or need things that normal people didn’t want or need. He made her forget everything but him and the pleasure that built and built and built until she finally exploded into a million pieces.

Later, when she was able to breathe and move again, Grace scooted out of Max’s embrace. He let her go, watching her warily as she pulled on her clothes. When she was done, she stepped toward the car. Suddenly, his arms were around her waist, pulling her close so her back was pressed to his front. His naked body pressed eagerly against hers, and she barely stopped herself from moaning in anguished delight.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

She immediately felt like a bitch.

“Was I too rough? Did I—did I do something you didn’t want?”

She twisted to look at him over her shoulder. “You did nothing wrong. You gave me exactly what I wanted, Max, and it was wonderful. I’m just… I’m just feelin’ a little shaken is all. You pack quite a punch.”

When she turned to stare straight ahead again, he sighed and rested his chin on the top of her head.

She crossed her arms over his, then took one of his hands, brought it to her lips and kissed it.

“You were right,” she said quietly. “Even though we didn’t string things out for long, the wait was well worth it.”

“I second that,” he said. He kissed Grace behind her right ear and continued to hold her. “Dixie—”

“I guess I can fly back to California earlier than I thought.”

He stiffened. Then he turned her in his arms to face him. “We’re not done, Grace.”

“What do you mean?”

“You planned to stay the week. There’s no reason you shouldn’t.”

“But you made me come,” she said.

He smoothed her hair away from her face, then touched her lips with his fingertips, which still smelled and tasted like her. “I made you come with my fingers and tongue. But I haven’t done my job until I’ve made you come every single way there is to do it. That didn’t feel half as good as much as it will when my dick is inside you.”

CHAPTER TEN

Max’s Magic Rule #11:

Perfect the art of looking happy even when you’re miserable.

By the time Max pulled up in front of Grace’s hotel, he had less than fifteen minutes to get to the theater and prep before the show. It was probably for the best, anyway. Grace was silently staring out the passenger window, just as she had been doing for the last half of their drive. Granted, she’d done it while he’d been holding her hand—mainly because every time she tried to pull away, he refused to let her—but he knew despite allowing that physical closeness, she was freaked out and scrambling to reinforce all the walls he’d managed to partially break down.

Partially
, he thought, because he knew he hadn’t even begun to break down Grace’s walls or see all of her.

Hell, this morning he didn’t have a clue he was going to see her, yet since then she’d pole- and lap-danced for him, dry humped him, given him a blow job, touched herself in front of him, and let him go down on her until she came. All that from and with the woman who’d not only never had an orgasm with a man before, but proclaimed sex wasn’t the be-all-end-all—and was determined to devote all her future time and energy toward having a baby rather than finding a man who could satisfy her sexually, emotionally, romantically and in every other way that counted.

So now what?

Other than what he’d already told her, he had no clue. Other than intending to spend more time with her—making her come every way there was, and maybe even some ways that hadn’t been thought of yet—Max wasn’t sure what role he was going to be playing in Grace’s life.

But he knew one thing.

If he had anything to say about it, he was damn well going to have a bigger role in her life than her best friend’s brother-in-law.

He wasn’t kidding himself. What they had right now—the passion and intoxication he felt just being with her—that wasn’t going to last. Their intense sexual connection was going to burn out just like it had with every other woman he’d been with. But he liked and respected her. When this week was over, he didn’t want to go back to being strangers who saw each other a couple of times a year then made polite small talk. He wanted a relationship with her, even if that relationship was friendship. It worked with Melina long before she married Rhys. It could work with Grace, too.

She’d have been his friend a long time ago if he hadn’t been so damn determined to stay away from her. And as her friend, he was more determined than ever to make her see how Operation Baby was the coward’s way out.

If he failed? If he had to watch Grace grow plump with someone else’s baby, and know that man was going to spend the next several decades sharing beautiful moments with her? He didn’t want to think about that.

Because thinking about it pissed him off. It also made him feel sad. And he couldn’t let himself feel either of those things.

About a half-hour ago, when he’d mentioned stopping by her hotel after his performance, she’d told him she was tired and needed a good night’s sleep in order to be ready for her Skype appointment with a baby daddy candidate. His first instinct was to ask if she was crazy.
Even after proving you can have an orgasm with man, you’re still going forward with your ludicrous plan?
His second instinct was to ask why she hadn’t told him about the appointment earlier, but he didn’t ask either one. Doing the first would just piss her off and likely make her bolt, something she was obviously far too willing to do. As for the second, he already knew why she hadn’t mentioned it. She either didn’t have an appointment, or she had an appointment and hadn’t wanted to mention it, but changed her mind because doing so would now would buy her the time her panic wanted.

Of all these possibilities, it was the last that made the most sense. Since he was shell-shocked himself from what happened between them, giving her space now seemed like the right thing to do. But that was only for tonight. Tomorrow he’d be back in her face, and that included talking to her before that Skype conversation.

Grace deserved better than an online-ordered baby-daddy. Both Grace and whatever child or children she’d have deserved a man in their lives who wanted to be there out of love and desire—not because of some prearranged coldly calculated bullshit. He should know. He’d been blessed with the best parents in the world. They modeled the type of relationship Max wanted if and when he ever found the right woman. The same type of relationship Rhys and Melina had.

Grace turned, looked at him and hesitantly smiled. “Thanks for everthin’, Max. It was fun.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she rolled her eyes and laughed. “Well, I think we both know it was more than fun. I’ll be busier than a cat on a hot tin roof tomorrow, otherwise I’d go to the theater with you.”

“You saw the show the other night.”

“You’re just that good, Sug—I mean, honey.” She lifted a hand and touched his lips, smiling when he kissed her. “Anyway, I know you’ve got to run. Have a great show tonight

“I’ll try,” he said. “Usually I love being on stage, but something tells me it won’t compare to anything else I’ve done today.”

She opened the car door, but when he moved to do the same, she placed a staying hand on his arm. “No need to get out. Goodnight, Max.”

“Goodnight,” he said quietly. He watched her make her away into the hotel before he forced himself to drive away.

Later, backstage in his dressing room, Max took a quick shower and changed into his special show-ready tuxedo, still unable to get his mind off Grace. He replayed everything they’d talked about and done in and out of his car. How shy and wistful she’d looked at his parent’s house. How afterwards she’d been literally shaking with her need for him. And how she’d initially fought her orgasm then surrendered herself to it so powerfully.

She’d exploded like fireworks on the Fourth of July—bright, beautiful, soaring and full of sparkle. He’d been so fucking turned on by how intensely she’d come, he’d almost come himself. But as amazing as her climax had been—and even though he’d been the one to give it to her—he couldn’t wait to give her one when he was inside her. Sure, mouths and fingers and toys could get someone off, but what Grace wanted, what she needed, was to come with a cock rooted deep inside her. She needed to come the way nature had built her to come.

And so did he.

He just had to get through tonight’s shows and then she was his.

***

Light pierced Grace’s eyelids, waking her. Groaning, she realized she must have forgotten to pull the blackout blinds in her hotel room. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.

Her big, empty bed, which didn’t need to be empty.

Max could have been right here with her, finally sleeping after doing all kinds of wonderful things with her and to her last night.

Of course, he wasn’t, and that was all her fault.

“I’m dumber than a June bug on a string," she muttered as she fell back on the bed.

But not really, the practical voice in her head reminded her. She was right to give them some space from one another. After the events of yesterday, she needed it. She was confused. Doubting what she was doing here and even what she was going to do after she left, and that included Operation Baby.

Were Melina, Lucy and Max right? Was having a baby right now a bad idea?

No. All she had to do was remember how she’d felt at the Dalton house yesterday, watching Max with his parents, and Chloe with Donna. She wanted that kind of relationship with a child. She wanted family, and no matter how much pleasure Max gave her this week, he couldn’t give her that.

It was up to her to make it happen. 

A knock sounded at the door. Her mind already on Max, her heart stuttered until she recalled arranging for breakfast delivery.

She brought in the tray, took a quick shower, then sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed to eat. Next to her bagel and cream cheese sat one of the local papers. She spread cream cheese over her bagel, then opened the paper to the society section.

There, smiling wide at the camera, was Max. It was a photo of him and Elizabeth from that night outside Lodi’s. Elizabeth looked gorgeous, wild-eyed and sexier than sin, her breasts pressed up against his arm so tight her dress gaped open. Not quite a nip-slip, but close.

And there was Grace, caught in a photo-bomb behind them, her devastation and confusion readily apparent.

Grace swallowed the large lump of bagel that stuck in her throat.

She looked like her heart had been broken.

If that wasn’t a wakeup call to keep her emotional distance with Max, she didn’t know what was.

A ping sounded on her phone. She grabbed it off the nightstand and read the text from the surrogacy agency. Her baby’s potential father needed to reschedule their Skype interview—to a half hour from now.

She glanced around. It wouldn’t take long to tidy her hotel room, but her hair was disastrous and she needed a little makeup.

Thirty minutes later, her hair pulled back in a French twist, and clad in her best professional button-up blouse and a pencil skirt, she sat in front of her laptop, screen open, nervously rubbing her sweaty palms on her thighs. Automatically, she set her phone to vibrate. The laptop screen beeped, then the smiling face of Robert Montgomery appeared.