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.
Chapter 12 — Rebecca
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.
As I turned the knob of the heavy wooden door, I heard his footsteps pounding down the stairs. Eyes wide, I registered his face, flushed with anger and shock, as I slammed the door shut behind me.
Shit! What now?
Standing in the driveway, with no means to get away, panic rose in my chest. The door opened and Max stepped out, dressed in jeans only. Our eyes locked.
Tearing my gaze away, I dropped my head, shame washing over me as I stood before him.
My head jerked upward as he reached me, a deep guttural laugh filling the deadly silence. “I told you I wouldn’t let you get away this time,” he said smugly.
Asshole.
Cocky asshole .
“Well, then...you would be holding me against my will.” Heat rose from my chest up to my cheeks.
He lifted a brow, an amused smile twitching his lips. “Is that right?”
Sexy, sexy bastard.
“You want me, Rebecca, as much as I want you. You can run, but sooner or later, you’ll have to face the truth. I will wait, until you are tired of running. And one day, you will realize what I am saying is true.”
Never.
Biting into my lower lip, I squeezed my eyes shut. I was at his mercy. My purse was still inside with my wallet and phone in it.
So, so screwed.
“Come back inside. Freshen up.”
Taking hold of my arm, he pulled me back towards the house. Once inside, he let go of me. Without a word, I went up to the guest room to get my things, pacing the room as I called a taxi to pick me up half an hour later. Not waiting for help, I lugged my bags down the stairs to the entrance hall, determined to show him I was serious about leaving.
As I walked into the kitchen, where a shirtless Maxwell stood with his back to me, my fucking traitorous heart skipped a beat. His strong, muscular back dipped into a tight, sexy ass and his messed-up hair