Bedding The Bad Boy (Dalton Brothers Novels) (24 page)

He slipped her shirt over her head then undressed the rest of her, thoroughly kissing each patch of exposed skin before baring the next. He spent a long time at her breasts, sucking her nipples hard and tonguing her piercings until she was shifting restlessly, alternately pulling him into her body and pushing at his shoulders, not wanting him to stop but also wanting him to move on.

He urged her onto her stomach and focused on her tattoo, kissing down her spine from the top of one bird’s wing to the bottom of the other. He straightened and ran one finger down the same trail. “This tattoo. What does it mean to you, Grace?”

She stiffened and turned her face into the sheets.

“Dixie?”

She took a deep breath. Released it. Turned her head so he could once again see her sweet profile but kept her eyes closed.

“It’s a peacock,” she said quietly. “Peacocks are beautiful but their plumage and dazzlin’ color? It’s all show. They look like they’d be able to fly forever, but they can’t. They can only fly a very short distance.”

So he’d been right in his interpretation; the tattoo on her back represented both flight and inaction. To Grace, she was a peacock, a grounded bird always longing to fly a little longer. A little farther.

He leaned down to kiss her lips and closed eyelids. Then he kissed up and down her spine once more. When he was done, he said, “Maybe ordinary peacocks can’t fly for long. But don’t forget I’m a magician, Dixie. Together we’ll fly so high you’ll think we’ve gone to heaven.”

She turned over to face him and he lowered his head, kissing her again and again until all hints of sadness left her. “Undress me,” he said even as he unsnapped her jeans and began to tug them down her legs. Eagerly, she obeyed.

Soon they were both naked and he was kneeling next to her. He felt his expression turn savage as he took her in. Her tousled hair, beautiful eyes, and puffy lips. Her tight pink nipples, creamy flesh and closely trimmed patch of blond fuzz at the juncture of her thighs.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled. He gripped his dick and pumped it several times, once again overcome by the need to shove himself inside her but still fighting it. She watched and lifted her hands to cup her breasts, fingers closing around her piercings to delicately tug.

His breath froze in his chest.

“Spread your legs for me,” he said. “Show me your pussy.”

Her body jerked and her eyes went round but she immediately obeyed, spreading her bent knees wide so he could see her slick pink lips and the tiny hoop piercing the hood of her clit. His fist picked up speed and his mouth began to water. Abruptly, he covered her body with his, fists braced into the mattress as he took her mouth. When she was lost in his kiss, tongue dueling with his for dominance, he lowered himself so his chest pressed into hers and his hips forced her thighs even farther apart. She gave a keening cry as her tight little nipples stabbed into his chest.

He ripped his mouth away. “Jesus, you’re hot, Grace. I bet you’re so hot between your legs you’d burn me if I touched you.”

“I am. I will. Please, honey. Touch me. Lick me.”

He smoothed his palm over her hair and teased, “I am touching you.”

“No,” she said. “Touch me like you mean it. Like you need me. Like you’ll starve without me.”

“I
have
been starving without you. It’s only been the past few days I’ve felt sated. Even if all we did was talk, you’ve given me more than any other woman ever has.”

Joy sparkled in her eyes and he managed to smile at her before they kissed again. When her breathing grew ragged, he pulled back. His mouth latched on to her turgid nipple even as he dipped his fingers into the wet slit between her thighs. A smothered cry tore from her chest.

God, she was so wet. He inserted a finger inside her, then two, and her engorged flesh hugged him. Adrenaline raced through him. Using his thumb, he rubbed circles around her clit, occasionally flicking her piercing. Beneath him, her body jerked again and again, performing a sexy little dance he was orchestrating. Unable to resist, he released her nipple with a soft pop, withdrew his hand from between her legs, and touched her lower lip, forcing her to taste herself. Her tongue immediately came out to swipe at him. Gently, he pushed two fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them. He shuddered, feeling the suction in his cock.

With his free hand, he cupped her breasts. Then he kissed his way down her body, nudging her legs farther and farther apart before settling one over each of his shoulders.

Gently, he caught her clit ring between his teeth and tugged.

She hissed and buried her hands in his hair. “Lawd, Max. That feels so good.”

“The pleasure’s just begun, Dixie,” he said.

Then he went to work to prove it to her.

***

Max’s tongue swirled and probed her moist flesh, and Grace could barely contain the scream rising in her throat. She suspected once she started screaming, she wouldn’t be able to stop. His hard body, his wicked mouth, his talented fingers—they were all driving her out of her mind with desire. And every time her eyes caught on the flickering candles surrounding his bed, her desire ratcheted up several notches, as did her affection for him.

He remembered what she’d said about wanting to have sex in a bed with candlelight. This man, this playboy who could have any woman he wanted, was taking the time to give her not only what her body needed, but what her heart did, too.

Right then and there, she fell in love with him and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from saying it.

When he sucked her clit, she clutched the bed linens beneath her and writhed. The tension built inside her and she held her breath, knowing the pleasure he was giving her was too intense to last much longer. But she needed it to last. She needed to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. 

She tugged on his hair. “Max, wait.”

His hands moved from her breasts to cup her ass, lifting her higher as he continued to eat her out. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm twitch through her and pushed it back.

He lifted his head. “Stop fighting it, Dixie. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“I want that, too. But right now I want to come with you inside me. Please, Max. You said you’d give me that and I need it.”

He stared at her, hazel eyes burning bright, then his hands clamped around her hips. She let out a surprised squeal when he flipped their positions. She blinked when she found herself straddling his gorgeous body. “Then take me, Grace. Take all of me.”

She grinned at the challenge in his voice, then she took him.

She started with his nipples, laving and sucking the flat brown disks even as she cupped his balls and he stroked her back, whispering how sexy she was. How badly he wanted to fuck her. How he couldn’t wait until she shuddered and came.

With a soft moan, she kissed her way down his muscled chest, rigid stomach and lean hips. Then her mouth covered the flared, engorged crest of his dick. Pleasure seemed to dance across his body as she blew him, alternating between soft sucks and deep pulls that took him down her throat. He shouted and bucked several times, almost making her gag, but she kept at it, remembering how his muscles had tightened before he’d come inside her mouth while he’d been driving, and how she’d eagerly drawn the pulsing jets of release from him. She loved how he tasted, clean but with a hint of spice.

“Grace, stop,” he said. “Fuck, baby, your mouth is so hot. So good. But I’m too close. I want you to fuck me. I
need
you to fuck me.”

She lifted her head, slowly sliding him out of her mouth. “I am fuckin’ you,” she said.

And even though his expression was tight, his face flushed, his eyes nearly desperate with lust, her magic man teased her, tossing her earlier words back at her.

“No,” he said. “Fuck me like you mean it. Like you need me. Like you’ll starve without me.”

“I
have
been starvin’ without you, Max. But I’m not goin’ to starve anymore. You’re gonna fill me up.”

She shifted until she was straddling him, gripping his dick and sliding the head of him through her slick folds. Teasing him just a little bit more with a taste of heaven.

***

Grace was killing him but he didn’t care. He was going to savor every second of it.

Pulling her closer and burying his mouth in the side of her throat, he groaned at the slick wet glide of her over his erection. Wildness shuddered through him and his hips involuntarily jerked, seeking entrance into her body.

He forced himself to pull away.

She whimpered in distress.

“Shhh, baby, wait. I need to take care of you.” He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped the package open and quickly rolled on the rubber. When he was done, he leaned up, kissed her and cupped her face in his hands.

“Now that that’s done, I need you to give it to me. Not Max. Not Sugar. Say it. Give me what I need.”

Her eyes widened with understanding. “Honey,” she said, and he immediately smiled. Once again, he got her in position above him, pressed the head of his dick against her saturated flesh and swirled himself against her. A rivulet of sweat ran down his spine.

“Please. Honey, you’re makin’ me feel so good. Give me more. Please,” she said, her words coming out as gasping cries, growing keener as he started to push inside.

She arched her back. Ran her tongue over her lips. Cupped her breasts. And before he could stop her, she pushed herself down on him. His shout mingled with her ragged moan.

The damp heat of her pussy was like a brand.

Eyes locked with hers, he thrust up, his flesh cleaving hers, her liquid heat surrounding him. Her tight flesh swallowing his dick inch by slow inch.

Once he was seated deep inside her, he clutched her hips and rocked her against him gently, knowing she was stuffed full and would feel him rubbing against her G-spot. She tossed her head and her expression tightened into one of pained pleasure, and it was so fucking beautiful he groaned. Forcing his hands away from her, he lowered his arms by his side until his palms touched the bed. “Ride me.”

Shifting, she sat up and braced her arms on his chest, lifting herself up until only the tip of him was inside her. Then she lowered herself, swallowing him once again in her snug grip.

Up.

Then down.

Up. Down.

Again and again she took him, working his flesh deep inside her as he watched, transfixed by her beauty and fighting to stop himself from exploding.

When he was almost there and he could feel her muscles tensing in preparation for her orgasm, he lifted his hand and cupped the back of her neck, drawing her head down so he could swallow her whimpers of pleasure. Pulling back, he locked gazes with her. “Come for me now, Grace. Give yourself to me and I swear, I’ll do everything in my power to give you the world.”

The orgasm ripped through her and she screamed, her inner walls clamping around his dick so hard that pleasure stabbed at his balls and he immediately followed her over the edge. His teeth snapped together and his body convulsed as he poured himself into her. Even though he could barely keep them open, his eyes stayed on Grace, watching every spasm shimmy through her until she collapsed against him.

Feeling shell-shocked, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close.

He caressed her back. Smoothed her hair. Kissed the top of her head.

And the entire time, he thought: What the hell had just happened? Because that wasn’t sex.

No, it was far more than that.

Even as his thoughts scared the shit out of him, he couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

Their bodies cooled and their breathing evened out before she stirred in his arms. Her fingers smoothed over his shoulders in a contented, kneading motion before she pushed herself up to look at him. Still inside her, his dick twitched and began to harden again.

 “You did it,” she said. “You made me come with you inside me and you didn’t need to hold me down or fuck me in public to do it. You did it in a bed, with lit candles around me.”

“
We
did it,” he said softly. “And I loved everything we did. But don’t think it’s always going to be like this. Because I want to fuck you every way there is, clean and dirty, slow and fast, achingly soft and head-bangingly furious. I want you to tell me everything you’ve ever wanted and I want to give it to you. Never be ashamed of who you are and what you like, Grace, because you’re exactly what I need. In case you don’t get that, I’m going to prove it to you tonight. Repeatedly.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Max’s Magic Rule #16:

No matter how successful you become, don’t forget your friends.

The next morning, Grace woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, two of her favorite things, but she didn’t smile until Max leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “Mmm,” she said without opening her eyes. She stretched, enjoying all the small tingles and aches that lingered from the night before. “I was right.”

“About what?”

“There’s nothin’ you can’t give a woman in bed.”

When he didn’t respond, she cracked her eyes, then opened them all the way. He was sitting beside her, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a worried expression on his face. “Hey. What happened? Did Chevrolet stop makin’ trucks?” Sitting up and tugging the sheet around her, she cupped his face. “Honey, you’re amazin’. In bed and out. I’m happier than a tornado in a trailer park right now. But I was referrin’ to you servin’ me breakfast in bed. I thought you believed I want you for you, not just your sexual prowess.”

He set the cup of coffee down on the nightstand, right next to a plate that held an omelet and bacon. He rubbed the back of his neck before kissing her lightly, as if to reassure both of them. “I do. It’s just a hard habit to break, thinking everyone sees me as a…well, a…”

She arched a brow. “Man-whore?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Funny. Melina once called me that.”

She laughed. “If she did, I’m sure it was in the most lovin’ way possible.”