No Regrets: Jani Kay (Firebird Trilogy Book 2) (8 page)

“You. The woman I want in my bed and my life. Every day from this minute.”

Maxwell leaned in and placed his lips on mine. His palms rested on my temples, his long fingers in my hair. His mouth moved against mine.

“I’ve told you before. I want you, Rebecca.” He pulled me into his embrace, pressing his erection into my stomach to make his point.

My mind whirled, spinning out of control. I was over being ‘wanted’ without commitment. I liked sex as much as any other normal person, but I wasn’t going to be used by a man who only
wanted
me that way. I wasn’t an object, a thing to be collected and then trashed.

If Maxwell had grown tired of the current ‘Mrs. Grant’, and if he thought he could simply replace her with me, how soon would he throw me away too?

There was probably an escape clause in the contract with Natasha—I even felt sorry for her. And if Maxwell thought I’d sign a similar contract, he was fucking dreaming.

“No.” I pushed against his chest.

“Rebecca,” he groaned, “still fighting me. You can stop now. I've explained everything. I’m not married.”

“That doesn’t change anything! You still have a contract with her. It may not be a legal marriage, but you still fuck her—as if she IS your wife. Let me go!”

He responded by banding his arms tighter around me; his mouth crashing down hard on mine. I wanted to resist. Wanted to fight him, but I found myself melting into him, devoured by his passion. His thick, hard cock throbbed against me, causing liquid fire to spread through my body, every fiber in my being screaming out for him. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. The realization shook me to my core.

“No, Maxwell!” I pulled my head back and pushed against his rock-hard abs. “Let me go!”

His arms fell to his sides, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. Taking a step backward, his eyes ablaze, he gritted his teeth. “You want me too. I felt it. Your body betrays your words, Rebecca.”

I closed my eyes unable to look at him for fear he would see the truth there. Stepping further away from him, I crossed my arms over my heavy breasts and hardened nipples in an attempt to hide my arousal. I needed distance between us so I could think clearly.

“You can't possibly think I will agree to a similar contract with you.” I opened my eyes and stared into confused eyes. “Just so you can throw me away when you tire of me and find a better proposition later. I'm not some business deal. I don’t need you.”

His jaw worked overtime, clenching tightly as he looked at me in disbelief.

“But I
need
you, and I will have you. You can run, but you can't hide. I will find you.” His arms were crossed, his jaw set, his eyes blazing. “You. Will. Be. Mine. There is no escape, Rebecca.”

“Not till hell freezes over.” I pivoted on my heels and made my way to the elevator. I pressed the button, praying for the doors to open instantly so I could escape before my resolve crumbled.

No such luck. His long strides caught up with me. He grabbed hold of my wrists. “Stop running, Rebecca. Face the truth. I want you. You want me. It couldn’t be simpler.”

I turned to him, lashing out. “It may be simple for you. You always get what you want, but not this time. I’m not for sale. I won’t be your possession to fuck when you need it and then throw me away—like Natasha.” My throat burned with tears.

“Is that what you think?” He blinked a few times, incredulous.

“What else can I think?” I bit out, determined not to cry front of him.

“
Rebecca
.” He reached out and pulled me to him gently, his arms folding around me once more. He rested his chin on the crown of my head. My arms dangled by my sides, so I couldn’t push him away.
If only it didn’t feel so good in his embrace.

“If you just listen to what I’m trying to say. Yes, I want you desperately. Yes, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.”

A sigh from deep within escaped his lips. “So I’m prepared to take you any way I can have you. It’s me who is at your mercy. It’s me who is afraid you will tire of me, that I’m not enough for you.” He lifted my face to his. “Look at me, Rebecca.”

His gaze locked with mine, enveloping me. Nothing else existed in that moment but us.

“
You
. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. For real this time.”

It was my turn for my mouth to gape open in disbelief.

S
he had to believe me. I couldn't blow it now.

“Rebecca, I've been waiting for you all my life. I knew from the first time I looked into your eyes that it was you. You knew it too. You just chose to ignore it.”

If only Rebecca realized how she held my whole life in her petite hands. That she could crush my heart with a single word. This was exactly the reason I’d never wanted to become emotionally invested in anyone. It was too damn complicated.

But I couldn't help myself, even though I was going against my own rules.

A slow blush spread over her beautiful face, her trembling lips still swollen from my earlier kiss. She looked so fucking vulnerable.

Mergers. Acquisitions. I chewed them up and spat them out, but this woman had me at her mercy. I was the one at risk here.
Christ.

“Maxwell.” She peered up at me from under her long, silky eyelashes that made my knees go weak. I wanted to protect her from getting hurt; I didn’t want to be the one inflicting the pain.

“Yes?”

“I didn’t know,” she whispered, tears pooling in her doe-like eyes.

“Well, you know now. I've been trying to tell you, but the words don’t come out right. Before I can finish, you always run. But this time I won’t let you,” I growled. Her eyes widened as she bit into her bottom lip.

“You drive me crazy, Rebecca. As soon as I think I’m making headway with you, something happens and you disappear.”

For once, she was listening. Her hands came to rest on my hips, and just that gentle gesture of trust sent my blood roaring through my veins. I pulled her closer, wanting to envelop her in my arms and hold her there so she couldn't run ever again. My nostrils filled with her sweet aroma and I could think of nothing but her in my arms.

Already panting with want, I dipped my head to kiss her. Slowly. Gently. I didn’t want her frightened and pulling away. Her lips were soft and giving beneath mine. Her body yielding and melting into mine. She felt so good against me, the perfect fit.

I lifted my head and kissed her eyelids one by one, then the tip of her nose, nuzzling along her jawline. Instinctively, my mouth travelled back to those soft lips, but with more intensity this time. My tongue slowly licked along her lips, seeking permission. She opened slightly, still afraid. I had to rein it in even while my raging hormones tore through me like a hurricane. I wanted to possess her—all of her. My need for her was more than I’d ever experienced with any woman, but I deliberately slowed myself down.

Her hand slid around to the nape of my neck and her fingers speared into my hair, tugging hard. Unable to suppress a loud groan, I pulled her closer, letting my tongue dart into her silky mouth.

Her tongue responded to mine. Languid strokes tasted me. She tangled her leg around mine as if she wanted me closer. I pushed my erection into her unashamedly. I’d been waiting so long for this.

I walked her backwards to the couch and pushed her down gently. She looked up at me, her skin glistening with a fine mist of perspiration. Her eyes even wider. She bit into her lower lip as if she was unsure of what to do next. I quickly covered her body with mine. Partly because I was in desperate need to feel her beneath me, and partly to keep her from running.

“Rebecca,” I murmured against her lips as I stroked her tongue once more. I couldn't get enough of her taste. She rested her hands on my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. My temperature soared at her touch, reaching fever pitch as my cock throbbed against her stomach.

Letting me kiss her jawline once again, she lifted her chin to give me access to her neck. I sucked and kissed my way down her throat to the rise of her breasts. Her breath hitched as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, my mouth never leaving her skin. I peeled the blouse off her shoulders with slow deliberate movements. She moaned and threw her head back against the soft leather. Her breasts heaved below the cream satin restraints of her bra. My God, she was so sensuous I could come just looking at her.

Her trembling fingers fumbled as they unbuttoned my shirt. I watched, as if in slow motion, as she pushed the shirt aside, the tips of her fingers brushing against my chest, setting it on fire.

My palms glided over her silky skin, in awe of her softness. Reaching behind her back, I expertly undid the clasp of her bra. She gazed at me as she placed her hand on my chest. For a few heartbeats time stood still. Was she going to stop me?

A deep pink blush spread over her skin—from her breasts, up her neck and over her cheeks. Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for answers, reading me until something stirred deep inside my soul.

This was a moment of no return for us both.

She took my hand in hers and pressed it to her chest, the wild beating of her heart beneath my fingertips. Her hands glided to my shoulders, allowing me to slip the bra off her arms and discard it onto the floor. I gasped as her pink nipples hardened into tight peaks.

Sweet Lord, she’s fucking gorgeous.

I couldn't resist. Reverently smoothing my hands over her breasts, I cupped them while running the pads of my thumbs over her nipples. She moaned softly, her lips parted, glistening in the soft light. Her breasts, even though heavy from her arousal, fitted perfectly into my hands.

“Rebecca, you were made for me.” I leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. God, this was all I ever wanted—and more.

I lifted her in my arms and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. She buried her face in my neck, hot panting breaths escaping her lips and caressing over my skin. I stopped on the landing and slid her body down my torso. Her legs hooked around my hips, her arms tightening around my neck. Pushing my shirt aside, she pressed her full breasts against my skin. I kissed her until we were both breathless and our chests heaving.

“Maxwell,” she murmured against my neck. I tugged at her skirt, wanting it off.
Right here, right now
. I set her down slowly, leaning her up against the wall as I undid the zipper. Her hands were in my hair, her body writhing as a soft gasp escaped her lips when I pulled her skirt down and it billowed at her feet.

Christ.
Her hourglass figure etched against the white wall, wearing nothing but lacy, cream colored panties and high heels, Rebecca was every man’s wet dream. Her trimmed triangle teased me beneath the soft lace.

I fell to my knees, worshiping her by burying my nose against the lace, inhaling deeply as I squeezed my eyes shut. The scent of her arousal drove me to the edge of insanity. Pinning her wrists to the wall, I licked and kissed my way up her body, over her flat stomach and navel, stopping at each breast in turn, then her neck and jaw until I finally looked into her smoldering eyes and took her mouth with mine.

She bit into my lower lip. Hard. I couldn’t stand much more of this slow torture. The friction of her hard nipples rubbing against my bare skin ignited a fire in my belly. I pushed my erection against her.

“Feel what you do to me,” I panted as her liquid eyes engulfed me. Her hand slid to my cock, gripping it in her palms and squeezing. “Free me,” I grunted, unable to hold back any longer. Her trembling fingers struggled with the button, fumbling in her haste to undo it. I helped her with the zipper and pushed my jeans down, watching her hands disappear beneath the waistband of my boxer shorts and slowly push them down, her palms caressing my hips and thighs.

God, I'm going to come before I even get into her.

My cock sprang free—proud and hot, a drop of pre-cum already on the crown. She completely unraveled me as I stood bared before her, in all my naked glory.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she took in the size of me. Grinning like a sheepish schoolboy, I couldn’t wait to sink into her. I scooped her back into my arms and carried her further up the stairs, desperate to bury my cock deep inside her.

I placed her on the bed, her auburn hair spreading out around her face on my black satin pillow. She quivered as I slid her panties down her legs and over her feet. I lifted each leg to slip off her heels, dropping them to the hardwood floor with a thud.

Fuck, she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. I crawled onto the bed and lay next to her, running my gaze up and down her perfect body, my erection thick with lust, pinned between us. She closed her eyes and lay perfectly still.

She didn’t make a sound, except for her ragged breathing.

“Mine,” I growled as I explored her skin, feeling the wild beating of her heart against my palm, completely consumed by her to the exclusion of everything else.

“I-I’m so sorry, Maxwell. I can't—” Her voice was barely a whisper.

She bolted upright, her feet hitting the floor seconds later. Stunned, I watched her run out of the room covering her breasts with her arms. I heard her soft footsteps on the stairs.

Christ.

She was running again.

O
h. My. God. I wanted him so much my insides burned with lust. What had come over me? How could I let him get so far before I came to my senses?

Sweet Jesus, we were just about to
fuck
.

“Rebecca. Wait.”

I had to get away before he stopped me. I wouldn’t be able to resist him a second time. Painfully aware of the wetness between my legs, I gathered my clothing from the floor on the landing and quickly scrambled into them. I didn’t bother putting my bra back on because the way I was trembling would make it impossible to fasten the clasps. Then I remembered: my damn shoes were in his bedroom. I padded down the flight of stairs barefoot, eager to escape.