Caught by Emma Louise

Chapter Twenty

"I can't." I turn away at his declaration. Why is he doing this to me? It doesn't even matter anymore. I reach for the half-filled bag at my feet, determined to get the hell out of here.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, reaching out and yanking the bag from my grip. "I'm a dick." His voice is hoarse as he spins me around once again. He reaches out and cups my cheeks in a hold that's so soft it almost hurts with how beautiful it is. His thumbs sweep across my skin, his eyes following their path as they collect the tears I don't try to stop from falling.

"That's the worst part, Max. I don't think you are a dick at all. Not really."

"Baby..."

"Please, Max. Please let me go." Reaching up, I grip my hands onto his strong wrists as he keeps his hold on my face. He doesn't let me go.

Instead, he does the very last thing I expect. Leaning down, he sweeps his lips across mine so softly. If I weren’t watching it happen, I probably wouldn't believe it myself. He gives himself one more taste of me before he leans back, his hold on me never wavering. His phenomenal eyes hold me captive, and I'm powerless to stop what happens next. The simmering chemistry between us finally boils over in an explosion of movements.

His lips crash into mine with a hunger I've never experienced in my life. His tongue invades my mouth, leaving behind the faint tang of my salty tears. His hands, the ones that held me so tenderly just a few short seconds ago, dive into my hair as he uses the leverage to get me in the prime spot for him to be able to explore my mouth more thoroughly. I'm so caught up in this life-shattering moment that I don't realize what is happening until my feet are off the floor. My legs part as he lifts me, finding their way around his hips as if it's the most natural thing in the world for us to be like this. Wrapped up in one another. One of his hands is under my ass, the other keeping its tight grip on my hair as he moves us out of the room. There's a voice at the back of my mind telling me this is probably not a good idea, that I'm not going to be able to walk away from this in one piece. But the delicious feeling of him holding me makes it almost impossible for me to listen to reason.

I'm still lost in the kiss when he lays me back on something soft. I don't open my eyes; I don’t need to. I recognize his scent. We're on his bed. "Tell me you want this." He kisses a path, open mouthed, down my jaw. The scrape of his stubble causes a riot of shivers to break out across my heated flesh.

"I—fuck." The words get stuck in my throat as he peppers more kisses down my collarbone. He must have been holding himself back, because the second he hears my acceptance, my shirt is gone, ripped open, as small white buttons rain down around us. Want pulls at my insides, my body convulsing with the thought of what is about to happen. Shifting back, Max drags his lips from my skin, and I want to cry out at the loss of him. He doesn't disappoint me, though. He moves far enough away from me to be able to grab a hold of my skirt. Pushing it up my hips, he leaves it gathered around my waist. My panties are next to go with a sharp sting as they dig into the soft skin as he all but rips them in two.

There's no finesse to his movement, just pure want as he presses his hips between my legs. His face lands in my neck, his warm tongue coming out to taste me there as his skilled fingers work on pulling the lace cups of my bra down. The room spins around me as he takes one stiff peak into his hot mouth, pulling deeply. The other breast doesn't go neglected as he twists and pulls at that nipple too. My body bows and bucks as he plays me to perfection.

I can taste how much he wants me in his kiss when his lips caress mine, his tongue delving deep once again. The thick length of his hard cock, still encased in jeans pushing against my bare sex, sends lightning bolts of delight all the way to my fucking toes. I'm about to come, and he's hardly even touched me yet.

My mind races to keep up with what's happening, but it's hopeless. I'm completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers as they move to stroke my inner thigh. My hips lift, desperate for him to touch me where it counts.

"Tell me what you want," he growls as he lets my breast fall from his mouth.

"You. In me," is my rasped response. He doesn't need to be told twice as his thick fingers part my slick flesh, plunging deep inside. Every part of me convulses. My head flies back against the pillow as I feel myself already teetering on the edge of an epic release.

"Hold it," he demands, slowly dragging his finger out before he pushes it back in leisurely. The movements torment me.

"I don't think I can," I whimper.

"Yes, you can." His commanding voice spoken close to my ear sends a shiver down my spine.

"Please—" I gasp as he pushes two fingers deep inside of me, and his thumb reaches up to strum against my already taut clit. "I want you, Max. Please." And then he's gone.

My eyes finally open when I feel the loss of him. My heart practically sings with joy when I see he's only moved back far enough to get his jeans undone. I don't get a chance to see all that is him, but what I do see is enough to have saliva pooling in my mouth. He's big, his huge hand barely wrapping all the way around his thick shaft. He drags his fist up, gives the ruddy head a tight squeeze, then strokes down his length once again. No matter what happens after this with us, I just hope I get to see him getting himself off at least once because he looks absolutely magnificent with his cock gripped tight like that.

"Max," I groan as he repeats the action, and a perfect bead of pre-cum seeps out. On that harsh plea, he shoves between my thighs, driving his cock all the way inside of me.

Bliss. Painful bliss.

The feeling of him, the fullness of him being seated all the way inside me. It's the most perfect thing I've ever felt. I expect him to plow into me right away, the tension between us is palpable, but he manages to control himself. He stays buried to the hilt, his face buried in my neck. Both of his arms are underneath me as he cocoons me against the mattress. My arms are wrapped around his back, and I suddenly feel ... right. Like this is my place. Here with him. I'm where I should be for the first time ever.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, shifting back to look me in the eyes. I let my eyes slide closed, not wanting to look at him, because there's a part of me that knows my feelings won’t be reflected back at me. I don't want to burst this bubble that I'm unexpectedly in.

"No." I'm practically purring thanks to the waves of pleasure he's set off in me. "You feel perfect." My words are a green light to Max, and he slowly starts to move. He starts slowly, like he's getting used to this, how we feel together. His lips find mine once again, gently pushing them apart so that his tongue can invade my mouth. My nails scrape down the skin at his side, and I assume he likes it because his hips snap forward sharply, a guttural moan escaping him. All bets are off after that.

He shifts his position so that he can pound into me. Hooking an arm under my knee, my leg is shifted so he can get impossibly deeper. I'm surrounded by him, each touch adding to the havoc of feelings he's invoking within me. The hot breath that skates across my skin. The rough material of the jeans he's still wearing. The cold press of his dog-tags against my chest. They all add up to an explosion of stars that ignite behind my eyes as he hits the perfect spot deep within me. My body shakes as I give myself over to the pleasure.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ... You feel so fucking good." I hear his groan, but I'm too lost in my own orgasm to watch him chase his. "Your pussy is fucking slick as hell." His praises are spoken as a litany of curses against my lips.

"One more," he growls against one of my nipples before he sucks it into his hot mouth. I'm not even all the way down from my first orgasm, and already I feel another about to barrel its way through me.

"Max ... baby ... I don't think—" The words die, and he moves one hand to strum against my clit.

It's all too much. I’m completely overwhelmed.

His thick cock pounding deep, his wet mouth on my chest, his fingers stroking me. He plays me like a symphony. I fight to open my eyes, knowing there's an incredibly good chance this is a one off, and I don't want to miss seeing him lost in me. He must feel the weight of my stare because he looks down at me. Sweat beading at his temple, his muscles taut, the veins in his arm bulging in stark relief. If I wasn’t already on the verge of coming, that would’ve been enough to get me there. His eyes bore into mine as his thrusts increase.

Deeper, harder.

I let my gaze fall to where we're connected. I watch, mesmerized as he pulls out until just the tip of his slick cock is inside, then he slams back in. His pace is a steady, torturous beat that is driving me wild. Taking a hold of one of my thighs, Max pushes it up higher, and presses it down into the mattress, opening me up so he can slide even deeper.

That's all it takes for me to fly apart once again.

"God," he groans his praise when he feels my pussy start to convulse. "Such a good girl. Come all over my cock," he demands, his mouth finding mine as I feel him grow inside me, the first spurt of his hot release sending yet another quiver through me.

We're nothing but a sweat-soaked mess of limbs. His arms are still holding me tightly, his head buried against my chest, the hot puffs of breath cascading across my flesh. My hands lightly run up and down his back as we both fight to regulate our breaths.

There's a still calmness to the moment. I have no idea what comes next, so I make the most of having him here like this. I'm so content that I somehow manage to fall asleep with him still inside me.

* * *

I wake up wrapped in a thick comforter, but I'm alone. I start to panic when I realize it's dusk, and I haven't told Lee what's going on, why I haven’t come to collect my daughter. She must be worried. I throw the warm blankets off me, and it's then that I realize where I am. In Max's bed. My skirt is still up around my waist, and my ruined shirt is on the floor at my feet. I don't have time to think about what happened earlier, my mind only on finding my phone. Spotting a discarded shirt, I slip it over my head, taking my skirt off and gathering the rest of my destroyed clothes.

I expect to find my phone blown up with calls and texts; instead, there's just two. The first from Lee telling me that she has Cass settled and to take as long as I need. Relief fills me, but I still feel like shit for forgetting all about my child. The second is from Felix telling me to call him as soon as I can. I can't face speaking to him. Or anyone else for that matter.

Instead, I ignore everything and go straight to the shower. The steaming water pounds down on my aching muscles. Muscles that haven't had this kind of workout in years. Once I'm cleaned up, I pull on a pair of sleep shorts, a loose shirt, and some warm socks before I go in search of Max.

Walking into the kitchen, I see he's outside looking out at the still water of the lake. The low evening sun casts long shadows across the back yard, making the place look hauntingly beautiful. Sliding the glass door open, I walk forward until I’m right behind him.

He’s shirtless, and his jeans ride low on his trim hips, like he's just pulled them up and left them unbuttoned. He’s leaning forward, his large hands wrapped around the wooden bannister, and a bottle of beer sits near his right hand. I want to reach out and touch him, just like I've wanted to ever since that first night I met him, and now I can. I don’t have to hold back anymore, not after what we shared earlier.

We've been through so many ups and downs to get to this point, and I have no idea where we go next, but I finally feel like I'm on a more even footing with him. The way he looked at me when he was moving inside me, he feels something for me; I know it.

My hand lifts without a second thought, my palm meeting the warm, tight muscles of his back. The contentment that I stupidly allowed myself to feel a few minutes ago disintegrates as I feel his body flinch. No, it isn't just a flinch. He actually recoils at my touch.

He sucks in a breath, almost as if my touch burns him.

Oh God. My gut churns as the heavy weight of the moment slams into me. “Max...” My pulse races as I search for something to say, anything that might make sense of what's going on right now.