Her Best Friend's Brother (2 page)

CHAPTER THREE

Max didn’t have to be told twice. He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his, his tongue sliding deep, his hands moving up her shoulders and neck to her nape, angling her head to deepen the kiss until they both moaned.

She was lost in a haze of desire, her fears diminishing the moment he touched her because this was Max. Max, whom she’d loved since she was six years old. She didn’t care what the morning brought, only that he didn’t stop kissing her, didn’t let go.

At least for one night.

Max devoured her mouth, deep kisses, light kisses. Sucking on her tongue, her lower lips, teasing her until she clutched at his back and held on to stay upright.

She’d never known kissing could be such a turn on. But kissing Max was sensual, erotic. So much so her body warmed and she no longer felt the chill of the breeze, and her body began to quiver and heat deep, deep inside.

Max bent and slid his hands beneath her rear, lifting her up to carry back to the forgotten lounge chair. Still kissing her, he swung his leg over the seat and lowered them down so that she straddled him, the long skirt of the strapless dress tangling around her knees and hampering her movements until Max’s hands shoved it out of the way, continuing up until they gripped her hips and rolled her against the length of him.

A moan tore from her throat, but Max captured it with his lips, the kiss a bit rougher as he repeated the motion and ground her against him again.

She was surrounded by darkness, the sound of the surf crashing against the shore. Her head filled with a combination of her ragged breathing and his, the passion between sparking like a wild fire. She’d dreamed of this moment. Of this man. But nothing in her dreams had ever compared to the simple reality of Max’s touch.

“We should wait,” he said against her mouth. “Go back to the hotel.”

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and slid into his hair, gripping tight. “No.”

Nothing would take this moment from her. Especially not the comfort of a bed when she was perfectly comfortable right here on top of him.

One hand kept grinding her against his length while Max’s other hand shifted to her breast. “I’m sorry,” she gasped.

“For what,” Max asked, barely breaking yet another kiss.

“I’m small.” Now wasn’t the time to be pointing out flaws but as a woman who’d always envied the girls who could fill up their bra cups, she figured honesty was better than disappointment. “My bra lies.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Max used his hands to lift her higher on his lap, and his teeth to tug the elastic top of the maxi dress low. While Em had shopped for her wedding night attire, Chloe had splurged on a very expensive matching set of underwear to go under her MOH dress. She was glad she had, too, when Max’s strong, lightly calloused hands shoved the top of the dress to her waist and eyed her padded breasts.

His hands traced the pretty cups and the bling in the middle before following the material around her back to unhook it. She could see Max in the moonlight, watched as his thick dark lashes lowered as his gaze shifted down.

“No lies. You are perfect.”

The words were followed by a slow, lapping lick across her nipple. She pebbled instantly, the touch sending fire to her core. When he shifted and treated her other breast to the same delicious flick, she squeezed her thighs around his.

Max took her in his mouth and suckled her, his thumb and finger teasing her nipple while his other hand found its way beneath the long skirt once more by sliding up her thigh. Around her hip to the tiny strap of her panties.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said as he yanked.

The string snapped and a thrill coursed over her skin at the forcefulness of it, heating her up even more.

She ran her hands down his chest, her fingers fumbling to undo the buttons on the tuxedo shirt. She wanted to feel him.  Had to touch him.

When she finally got three of them done, she frowned in frustration. Max was kissing her chest, suckling her breasts, touching her and driving her crazy, and she couldn’t undo the buttons? “
Max.
”

She grabbed his shirt and yanked it up, out of his pants.

“Easy, sweetheart. We have all night.”

All night. But even as the words registered and her remorse over this being her last night on the island flickered through her mind,
his hand
moved between her legs and rubbed. And with her panties gone… “
Oooh.
”

“You’re wet. Ah, Chloe, you’re wet for me.”

“Yes.” She pulled back a bit, the breeze teasing her damp nipples, and quickly found the zipper of his pants. While she took care of it, Max unbuttoned or unsnapped or whatever device was used, and then she had access to his arousal, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. “Off.”

His husky chuckle was filled with arousal but somehow he managed to lift his hips, and her since she sat straddling his thighs, and shoved his underwear and pants out of the way. The moment they were gone, she fisted him, caressing the velvety smooth length all the way to the wet tip.

“Chloe, you’re killing me. I’ve waited too long for this.”

He’d
waited too long?

He tugged her low once more and kissed her. She moaned when her bare breasts touched his chest, and moaned again when he nudged her sex.

“Wait. Protection,” he bit out, fumbling for his pocket. “And before you ask, I brought this for you.”

She couldn’t comprehend his words, nor the meaning behind them. This was a dream. Only a dream. And when she woke up Max would return to the teasing, flirtatious guy he was when he was with her.

Max pulled out a silver packet and ripped it open with his teeth. In seconds he’d rolled the condom down the very aroused length.

“Thank goodness you were a Boy Scout,” she said, thrilled that he’d come prepared since all of this had taken her by surprise. A very big, very pleasant surprise.

Max shifted her atop him once more, fitting their bodies together with ease. They aligned perfectly, and his cock teased her entry with several shallow nudges that made her want to put her hands on his thighs and take over so that she could force him deep. “
Max
.”

“You’re tight. I won’t hurt you.”

But when he couldn’t go much further, Max flattened his palm between her breasts and lightly pushed, forcing her to straighten. His cock left her body and she moaned from the loss.

“Lean back,” he ordered, raising his knees to support her. “Hold your dress over your thighs.”

It took some maneuvering but the moment she settled, his hand moved low over the material draped around her middle, lower, until his thumb slicked into her curls to stroke her clit.

“You like that,” he murmured. “Ah, sweetheart, you feel so good. Warm and wet and tight.”

Max used her body’s moisture to circle the nub of nerves before dragging his thumb low to her entry, teasing her there before repeating the motion. Unable to bear the torment, she pressed her shoulders against his knees and leaned her head back on her neck to stare up at the stars. Every stroke carried her higher, every rub of his thumb over her clit sending fire through her veins until her belly clenched and pleasure spread in a blast that left her panting and crying out, his thumb coated.

“Now you’re ready,” he murmured in a husky growl.

Max wrapped an arm around her hips and lifted her up, the broad head of his cock finding her entry with ease and sliding inside. He stretched her still, and she moaned at the fullness and feel of him, the way her body accepted him.

Max guided her up and down again, slowly, tenderly, until her body opened more and took him all the way to the root. 

“Chloe… You feel so good,” he said.

Max tugged her low, his fingers in her hair. One by one he pulled the pins loose until her long hair enveloped them both, sliding across her back and shoulders in a sensuous tickle, his mouth claiming hers the same way his cock did. She moaned and began to move, unable to stop herself because he’d made her hot and lush and burn with the need to know him as intimately as she could. While she could.

Max devoured her, ravished her, using his hands and mouth on her skin, her breasts, lifting his hips and thrusting into her while he rocked her against him. She clutched his shoulders, alternated between kissing him and gasping for air, grinding down against him with every plunging stroke because it felt so good. Soo good. Magical.
Meant to be.
“Max!” she whimpered.

“Come,” he ordered. “Let me hear you, sweetheart.”

He increased the lifting, driving rhythm until the tension inside her spread and she burst with a cry carried away by the breeze. Her response triggered his, and Max groaned, lifting and drilling into her, his hands clenched on her hips, until finally he slowed, his chest lifting and falling in ragged, harsh breaths.

“That was… amazing.”

She rested her forehead against his shoulder but nodded at his words, unable to speak due to the emotions clogging her throat. It had been amazing. Unbelievably so.

But what happened now?

CHAPTER FOUR

Once they regained their senses they straightened their clothing and walked to the hotel hand-in-hand. It wasn’t until they reached the resort that Max insisted she come to his room. “I shouldn’t. I have to pack. I have an early flight tomorrow.”

He stepped close and lowered his head, kissed her while staring into her eyes.

“Stay.”

Who knew one word could hold so much command?

Max lightly brushed his lips over hers and whispered the word again.

“Don’t leave me, Chloe. Not when I’ve finally got you.”

He kissed her then. Not the tantalizing, teasing brush of his mouth on hers, but the kiss of a man who doesn’t want a woman—doesn’t want
her
—to go anywhere but inside his hotel room.

So when the kiss deepened and Chloe felt Max nudging her backward into the suite, she didn’t protest. She could pack later. After…

Max closed the door behind them and tossed the keycard to the closest table before he swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Max turned on the shower, a beautiful tiled shower with a clear glass on three sides and jets—so many jets. There were at le
ast a dozen, plus a huge showerhead a solid twelve inches in diameter. “That’s amazing.” The bathroom was much nicer than the one in her standard room.

“I thought you might like it. Mind if I join you,” he murmured, brushing her hair off her neck and kissing her, nipping at her skin.

His hands tugged at her dress, the elastic band allowing him to slip it over her breasts with ease. A gentle shove pooled the material at her feet.

Max guided her with his hands, turned her until she faced him, bare since her torn panties were laying somewhere on the beach.

“Beautiful.”

“I’m underdressed compared to you.” She expected things to be awkward now but they weren’t. Expected to feel self-conscious because of the lights above their heads and the way she was completely naked in front of the man who’d haunted her dreams for years. But Max had seen her in everything from pigtails and braids, her face broken out, dressed in pjs with frogs on them and bed head after sleepovers with Em. He’d seen her in bathing suits, mourning black, and everything in between. Somehow it seemed fitting that he saw her like this too.

Max turned on the water to warm, and she placed her hands on his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. She smiled when she realized they’d missed a button when dressing on the beach. She smoothed the edges back, her gaze roaming over his broad chest.

Max had to unfasten the cuffs at his wrists and while he did that, she lowered her hands to his waist and took care of his pants. In short order they stepped into the shower. The water glided over her skin, and added to the sensations bombarding her. Max’s hands, his mouth. The way he touched her…

She’d never known shampooing her hair could be such a sensual experience but with Max it was. He massaged her neck, her head, all the while kissing her, careful to keep the suds from her eyes.

Max bathed her with careful precision. His fingers coated in soap as they roamed over her breasts, her nipples, over her belly and between her legs. She gripped his water-slicked shoulders and melded her mouth to his, moaning her pleasure whenever his touch found ultra-sensitive spots. “Your turn.”

Max kissed his way up her neck to her jaw, her mouth, before taking her lips in a long, breath-stealing kiss, his tongue surging into her mouth the way she wanted his cock to thrust into her.

“Not yet. I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured, the words said around kisses pressed to her lips. “I have so many fantasies, Chloe. I won’t let you rush me.”

His words sent a shiver of excitement through her. She’d had a few fantasies of her own in the years they’d known each other. Fantasies she’d like to carry out on his delectable body. But for now she was perfectly content to let him have his way.

Max’s hands were everywhere as he rinsed her hair and smoothed the soap from her skin. His touch set her on fire because with every stroke, his fingers tweaked her nipples, rasped against her skin, slipped low over her belly and between her legs to tease until she found her back pressed against the shower wall, held there by Max’s long, lean form.

He was thorough. She had to give Max that. He made sure every bubble and sleek trickle of soap was gone from her skin before he bent and somehow— oh, his strength!— lifted her up until her thighs rested high on his upper arms and her back was braced against the cool tile wall. “Max!”

She stared at him with a mix of awe and horror, unable to believe he was going to—

Max didn’t falter in his quest but dove for the treasure he wanted. His head pressed between her thighs, his mouth finding and sucking her clit as though it was a favorite treat. “
Max.
”

Chloe spread her arms to maintain her top-heavy and precarious balance, every lick and flick and stroke of Max’s tongue against her nub leaving her panting and moaning, quivering with need, an orgasm approaching fast and hard and— “
Oooh!
”

She bowed against the tile, arching into Max’s unbelievable mouth as he pulled the very essence from her, demanded it as though it was his right. And even then he wasn’t finished. He continued to suckle her, driving her up that steep, clawing peak again and lifting his head from between her legs just as she was about to come again. “Please.”

He brushed his lips over her thighs, one, then the other, staring up at her. “In time,” he whispered.

She was going to die of pleasure. Had anyone told her such a thing was possible she would’ve laughed at them but now she knew it was more than possible. Her entire body trembled with need and he— He had gone back to gently kissing her legs, her belly, everywhere but where she wanted his mouth to be most.

“So impatient, Chloe,” he murmured, his tongue teasing her belly button while the stubble on his chin rasped against her skin. “I never knew that about you.”

Chloe stared down at Max’s dark head and tried to gain control of her senses, but it was impossible when he held her like this. Spread open and wet and his for the taking. If only he’d
take
. “Is this one of your fantasies,” she managed to ask, the words more gasping breaths than sound.

A gloriously handsome grin was her answer. That, and the way he held her gaze while he extended his tongue and flicked her clit.

“This is just the beginning of what I want to do with you.”

Max lowered his mouth and covered her clit, sucking all of her into his warmth. Her gasps echoed off the tile, tiny, strangled moans and sounds she couldn’t hold in no matter how hard she tried. He worked his tongue over her, somehow suckling her at the same time. Every flick of his tongue, every pull of his mouth drove her higher, until she clawed at the tile for purchase and bit her lips to keep from screaming as the orgasm ripped through her and shattered every remaining inhibition. He made her ravenous. Desperate. “Max!”

With careful deliberation he lowered her, but before her feet could touch the floor of the shower, Max impaled her on his cock and slid home with ease.

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Yes. Yes, yes,
please
,” she said against his mouth, aware of the taste of herself on his lips.

Max held her steady and thrust into her as though he had all the time in the world, and even though he’d just given her two unbelievable climaxes, her body was on edge, greedily sucking him inside.

“Marry me, Chloe.”

“No,” she gasped, pinned to the wall by Max’s hard, hot body, every thrust filling her full. “You don’t mean it. We have this. Tonight.”

Max pulled out of her in an instant, his long, thick cock jerking with the need to spill.

“I want a lifetime, Chloe. Not just sex.”