Текст книги "Levitate"

Автор книги: Kaylee Ryan

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AS I’M SETTING breakfast on the island, Nicole walks in. “Hey, so I guess I’ll see you a little later,” she says.

“Yeah, I’m going to go to the bar with Max, take a look at what he’ll have me doing. Last night I was helping show him how to better organize the books. I assume that’s what I will be doing for him,” I ramble on.

“Kens, I’m so happy for you. I can see how much you like him and he adores you. It’s cute to watch the two of you.”

“We’re just… I have no damn clue what we are,” I tell her honestly.

“What do you want to be?” she questions.

“I’m not sure. I know he surprises me daily. He’s sweet as hell and he holds me all night long, never asking or pushing for more.”

Nicole smiles. “Girl, he’s got it bad for you. I would say just as bad as you’ve got it for him. Just take it day by day. Learn to trust each other.”

There it is that word—trust. Five letters, one word summing up the existence of my love life, or should I say, non-existence of my love life. I’ve never been able to let myself trust anyone to get as close as I’ve let Max. I trust him. With everything in me I know I can trust him. Justin’s brother, he took that away from me, until now. Dread fills me when I realize Max has no idea. He knows about the scar and I said one day I would tell him about it. I have yet to do that. I can’t. Nicole must see the panic in my eyes.

“Hey. Breathe. It’s okay. Max adores you, take it slow.” She soothingly rubs my back. Nicole has been my rock for the last four years.

“He doesn’t know,” I whisper.

She nods in understanding. “I know that too. I know that when you’re ready to tell us, you will. Just know that you’re not alone. You have people who love you.”

“What’s wrong?” Max strides into the kitchen and stops at my side at the island where I’m sitting. He drops to his knees. He places a gentle hand on my thigh. “Kens, what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

My heart aches at his concern for me. Nicole’s words just minutes ago filter through my mind and I can see it. He cares; Max really cares about me. The thought is humbling and scary and exciting all at the same time. Placing my palm against his cheek, I admit, “I was just thinking about the past.” My other hand goes to my chest, right over the scar. His eyes show recognition.

“No one,” he grits out, “no one is ever going to hurt you again. I don’t know the details, and I don’t need to, not until you’re ready to tell me, but I can promise you no one will ever lay a hand on you again without going through me.”

He scoots in close and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his head in my chest. “Do you hear me, Kens? I mean it. You are safe; with me you will always be safe.” His voice is pleading.

I look up to gauge Nicole’s reaction to the scene before her and tears are streaming down her face. “He loves you,” she mouths.

Her words shock me. I don’t have time to process them before Max is rising to his feet, dropping a kiss to the top of my head, and pulling our plates to the edge of the island. “Eat before it gets cold,” he says. There we are—his arms still around me as he stands beside me on the stool as we eat our breakfast. It’s situations like this one that help push the bad memories away. I don’t even want to think about how bad they will be once Max decides he’s done with whatever this is between us.

“All right, you two, we’re heading out,” Bright says, joining us in the kitchen. He has no idea what just happened. I’m sure Nicole will fill him in.

“I think we’ll head on over to the bar so I can do what I need to do and then head back to the house,” Max tells him.

“You’re not staying all night?” Bright questions.

Max looks down at me, his eyes filled with emotion. “Nope, just going to go over last night’s register, check in with the staff, and head out,” he replies, never taking his eyes off me.

We finish our breakfast, which is now cold, in silence. Max takes our plates, rinses them, and places them in the dishwasher.

“I guess I’ll hop in the shower real quick, if we have time.”

He turns to face me. “We have time. I’ll just finish cleaning up.” He reaches out his long arms and grabs me by the waist, pulling me against him. He hugs me against his chest, kisses my temple, and releases me. Taking that as my cue, I head toward the bedroom.

I close my bedroom door and head to my bathroom, taking off my clothes as I go, dropping them on the floor. I reach in and turn the shower on, letting the water warm up. Getting the temperature where I want it, I step under the hot spray. Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and get my hair wet. When I lift my head and open my eyes, he’s there. Max. He’s standing in the doorway staring though the glass door of the shower.

I watch as he pulls off his shirt and kicks his jeans and underwear off to the side. He’s now standing before me, all of him. My breath catches at the sight of him. His strong muscular body is a work of art. I could stare at him all day. Although right now, I want to do more than stare. I want to touch him… everywhere.

Max doesn’t move closer. He just stands there in all his naked glory. His chest is heaving with each breath he takes. I want to touch him. Hell, the truth is, I want all of him, now. I watch as he takes himself into the palm of his hand and lightly strokes. That image will be with my until the day I die. I need him now.

I slide open the door, which causes him to suck in a sharp breath. If not for the look on his eyes, I might have been offended. I’m not. His eyes tell me he wants me, which is convenient because I plan to hand myself over for the taking.

I hold my hand out to him. I’m dripping water all over the floor and he’s just staring at me. Did I read him wrong? I thought he wanted this, wanted me. “Maxton,” I whisper his name. I’m surprised he heard it over the spray of the water.

He blinks a few times, and with his free hand, reaches out to take my hand. He laces his fingers through mine and walks toward me. He stops right outside the shower door. My gaze trickles down his hard abs and stops. I watch as he slowly pumps himself a few more times then stops. He lifts my chin so he can look into my eyes. “Kensi,” he breathes. Leaning down, his lips assault my neck. “Do you want this? Tell me what we’re doing here. I… I’m sorry I walked in on you, but I came in to grab my shoes and saw your clothes on the floor and…” He swallows hard as his voice trails off.

“I want this; I want you,” I tell him honestly. My words spur him into action. He reaches in and turns the shower off. “What are you—” He shushes me as he helps me step out of the shower and wraps a towel around me. He takes another and runs it over my hair.

“As hot as the idea is, I’m not going to have you in the shower the first time I get to be inside of you. I need you in a bed. I need you under me,” he says as his lips return to my neck. The next thing I know, the towel that’s draped around me drops to the floor and I’m in his arms. He carries me to the bed and releases me. I immediately slide over and make room for him. He climbs in, pulls the cover over us, and gathers me in his arms.

I SLIDE INTO bed beside her and the feel of her skin against mine has me ready to blow. I feel like the fucking fifteen-year-old me. Kensington affects me like no one else ever has. I guess love will do that to you. Looking at her beautiful face, I want to tell her. I want to tell her how much she means to me, how I’ve fallen head over heels in love with her and sink in balls deep. And stay there. I know this is going to be an experience like no other. I’ve never slept with anyone I cared about before, and well… I more than care for her.

I smooth her still damp hair back from her face and cup her cheeks in the palm of my hands. “I’ve never made love before.” The words slip off my tongue. Way to go, jackass!

I’m expecting her to freak out, but she doesn’t. Instead she says, “Neither have I.” My heart does fucking summersaults at her admission. It’s not an exact declaration of love, but the way she said it tells me she’s about to. Today we’re both making love for the first time.

Gently, I rub the pad of my thumb over her nipple. “Max,” she says on a sigh. I love how I can do that to her. With one touch, she’s wanting more of me with her.

“What?” I ask her. My cocky side rearing its ugly head just from the way she reacts to my touch.

This girl’s mine. I’m going to need for her to confirm that minor detail before this goes much further.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

The corner of her mouth lifts. “I want you, Maxton Cooper.” She smiles at me. “Inside of me,” she adds with a wink. She’s fucking flirting with me and I just fell even more in love with her. I’ve never had this, fun with the person I’m in bed with. Then again, I’ve never been with Kensi, not yet. Running her fingers through my hair, she asks, “Tell me what you want, love,” she throws my words back at me.

Without hesitation, I answer, “I want to make you levitate. I want to be so far inside of you that we can’t tell where you end and I begin. I want you to tell me that you’re mine.”

Her eyes are wide like my words surprised her. “Yours?” she asks; her voice is soft.

“Yes, baby. Mine. Before I’m inside of you, I need to hear you say it. I need to know that no one else gets to be where I am. I need you to tell me you’re mine,” I lay it out for her.

A slow lazy smile crosses her face. Her hands are clasped behind my neck. “Are you mine, Maxton Cooper?”

“Irrevocably.”

“Then, yes, Maxton, I’m yours.” She pulls me to her for a kiss. We both get lost in the kiss. Her lips on mine is an addiction I never want to be free of. “Make me levitate, Max,” she whispers against my lips.

My fucking pleasure!

I climb on top of her and settle in between her legs. She opens wide for me. I can feel her heat and all I want to do is thrust forward and bury myself inside of her. I don’t. Not this time. I need this time to be different; she’s not just some hook up. I place my arms on either side of her head and prop myself up.

“You’re trembling,” she informs me.

Yep. My arms are shaking. This is a big deal. I’ve never felt this way and I know, deep in my gut, I know that once I’m inside of her, all bets are off. I’m going to be a changed man, and I’m good with that, as long as I have her. I’m good with it.

“This is… you mean a lot to me.” There I go with word vomit. I can’t seem to help myself where she’s concerned.

“Glad to know I’m not alone,” she replies. “It’s just us. Kensington and Maxton. I want this; I want you. Nothing else matters.”

Leaning down, I capture a nipple between my teeth. I nip and lick one then the other. Kens is running her hands through my hair, tugging me closer to her chest. “Maxton,” she moans my name and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever heard in my entire life.

My lips trail down her stomach. I nip and soothe with my tongue, taking my time savoring the taste of her. I can smell how much she wants me as I get closer. I place a wet sloppy kiss right below her belly button and she giggles. “Maxton, stop teasing,” she scolds me through her giggles. I love the sound. I love how we can be this way with each other—open, free to feel and be who we are. No expectations, just Max and Kens.

I look up and see she’s staring at me. “No one’s ever…” She trails off and my heart fucking swells. I get to be a first for her. I’m going where no one has ever gone before. She’s chewing on her bottom lip. She’s worried. “Kens, sweetheart, I promise you’re going to want me here,” I lick just above her folds, “as much as possible. But if you don’t like it, tell me and we stop. We’ll never do anything you don’t want, okay?”

She releases her lip from her teeth, takes a deep breath, and lies back on the pillow. That’s my green light. I tap on the inside of her thighs, letting her know to spread open for me. She doesn’t hesitate. Placing my hands under her ass, I tilt her up for better access. I start slow, just a short quick swipe of my tongue. She gasps at the contact. I smile against her thigh as I kiss her, drawing patterns with my tongue. She tastes so fucking sweet; I could spend hours right here, but I won’t. I need to be inside of her. Next time, I promise myself. I smile at the fact that there will be a next time. She said she was mine, and I’m fucking ecstatic.

Her hands grip the sheets. I hover my mouth over her, breathing against her skin, letting her anticipate my next move. Leaning in, I make a few slow swipes with my tongue. She moans my name, “Max…” I continue to use slow strokes of my tongue, just to get her used to me being all up in her business.

I reach up and lightly pinch her sensitive nipples, causing her to release a deep, throaty moan. Heat surges through me as she bucks her hips, causing my tongue to go even deeper. I slide my fingers through her silk and increase the pressure of my tongue. “Max!” she cries out my name and it fuels me to drive her over the edge. She’s writhing beneath me. I lift her legs and place them over my shoulders. She locks them behind my neck, which keeps me locked right where she wants me.

I work my tongue up to her clit. I need for her to tumble over the edge so I can bury myself deep inside of her. Fingers and tongue in simultaneous rhythm, I go no holds barred. Kens lifts her hips, bucking into me. I lay my hand on her belly to help keep her still. “Maxton… Max… Fuck!” she screams as her body shudders against my tongue and my finger are both laced with the silk of her release.

Lifting my head, I slide her legs from my shoulders and look up at her. She’s lying there with her eyes closed, panting, her chest heaving from her climax. The sight before me has me sucking in air. She literally steals the breath from my lungs. The vision of her like this will be forever ingrained in my memory. This entire experience will never leave me. It’s never been this way, tasted as good. I’ve never wanted to please someone so bad. Truth is… love changes everything.

WHAT THE HELLwas that? Keeping my eyes closed, I try to focus on breathing, deep breath in and out. I didn’t realize what I’ve been missing. I’ve only slept with a few guys, and usually it’s when one or both of us are a little intoxicated. Not too much that I don’t know what I’m doing, just enough to take the edge off, to relax long enough to complete the task and move on.

I feel Max’s fingers lightly trailing back and forth over my abdomen. I can’t bring myself to open my eyes yet and face him. My emotions are all over the place and I’m afraid he’ll be able to see right through me. I tried humor earlier and a little flirting so he wouldn’t be able to see how nervous I was. Now, now I’m afraid he’ll be able to see how much he means to me. That he’ll be able to see I’ve opened my heart to him, given him two things that I’ve not been able to do since I was seventeen. Not only does he have my heart, he has my trust. I don’t want to scare him away.

His lips graze my nipple and my eyes pop open. “Hey, pretty girl.” He softly kisses my lips. I can taste myself, and as much as I always thought that would turn me off, it doesn’t. Not after how those lips made me feel.

“Hi.” I turn my head away so he doesn’t see me blush.

Cupping my face in the palm of his hand, he turns me to face him. “Don’t hide from me, Kens. Not now.” His voice is pleading.

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m embarrassed at how I acted.” I feel the heat flood my cheeks. “I got lost there for a few minutes,” I push the words out.

The corner of his lips tilts up until he is full on grinning. “You let go with me. You have no idea how sexy you are, how sexy you were in that moment, hearing you cry out my name, writhing against me. Never apologize for enjoying our time together.” He leans down and kisses my nose. “This isn’t a one-time thing, Kens. You said you were mine, and I’m holding you to that. I want to see you come undone from what I do to you. I fucking love the fact that I’m the only one.”

“Just you,” I whisper the words, not really sure I want him to hear me. He does.

“Just us,” he says as he drops his head, bringing his mouth to my sensitive nipple. I run my fingers through his hair while he feasts on one then the other.

“Max.” I try to get his attention, but he doesn’t stop. “Maxton.” I try again. This time I tug a little on his hair.

His head rises and eyes blazing with passion are staring back at me. I’m in awe of how much this man means to me. How he snuck his way in, and now, I don’t ever want to think about what life might be without him in it. However, once he knows, he may not feel the same. He may not want to be with the “broken girl” when he can have anyone he wants. I need to seize every minute, every memory I can and lock them away for when that happens. “Make love to me.”

On trembling arms, Max places himself on top of me. I open my legs and he settles between them. Slowly, he eases his body onto mine, careful not to crush me. Then, he nestles his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the quick pants of breath against my skin. I run my hands up and down his back in a soothing manner, the hard planes of his muscles under my fingertips. He’s so big, yet gentle.

We lay like this for several minutes and I’m starting to get worried. “Maxton, we don’t…” My words die in my throat as he lifts his head and locks his gaze on me.

“You’re everything I never knew I wanted. I want to stay in this moment forever. I need for you to understand what this means to me, that you’re giving me this… this gift of you. I will forever cherish you, Kens.” He wipes my cheek capturing the tear that has just fallen with his thumb.

I need him. I need him as close as possible. I lock my arms and legs around him, which brings him where I need him. Our eyes lock as he slowly pushes inside of me. “Fuck, Kensi.” He stills above me, inside of me.

“Max.” I wiggle my hips. I need him to move.

He chuckles. “What, babe?” he asks as he starts to rotate his hips. I make a noise between a sigh and a moan, really I have no idea what kind of sound it is and I don’t care. He feels so good. “You feel amazing,” he whispers in my ear, his lips traveling down my neck.

Propping himself on one elbow, his other hand travels over my body. If it’s within his reach, his hands are there, caressing, driving me crazy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, peppering kisses across my chest.

“Maxton, please,” I beg him. This slow onslaught that he’s doing is great, really, but I need him.

“Tell me what you need, Kensi,” he whispers against my lips.

“I need for you to fuck me.” I cry out as he thrust deep. Finally! I move my arms under his and grip his back, holding on to him. He’s relentless as he thrusts over and over. I watch as his eyes are closed tight, his breathing rough. Feeling my gaze, his eyes open and lock on mine.

He moves his hand to rub my clit. “Kensi, babe, I’m close. Are you ready?” he asks, never losing the rhythm of his hips or his thumb. “I need you to go with me, babe.”

“Yes,” I pant, “I’m there, Max.” His lips crash to mine, swallowing back my cries as we both fall over the edge of pure bliss. “I’ve never… j-j-just never been like that,” I stutter the words.

Max moves to lie beside me. He wraps his strong arms around me and holds tight. “Kensington,” he breathes.

My head is resting on his chest; the thunderous beat of his heart is right below my ear. We lay still as we both catch our breath and come down from the high we just experienced. I have no doubt he is just as affected as I am.

Kissing the top of my head, he says, “Pack a bag for tonight. I want you in my bed.”

I’m quiet while I let his words sink in. “Kens, I just want you in my space so I can hold you like this.” The rough pads of his fingers trace my spine.

“Okay,” I finally say as I move to sit up. He tightens his hold on me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks. His voice is husky.

“To finish my shower.” He reluctantly releases me and I stand. I feel the evidence of our passion and freeze. “Shit,” I breathe.

Max is standing beside me in an instant. “What’s wrong?” His big hands are holding my face, his gaze locked with mine.

“Condom,” I croak out.

Max furrows his brow. “That’s never happened before. I’ve never forgotten. Never.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls me onto his lap. “I’m sorry, Kens. It’s my responsibility and I just… I was so lost in you that it didn’t even cross my mind.” He kisses my shoulder.

I mentally count the days in my head. “I think we’re okay,” I tell him.

With his index finger, he turns my head so he can look into my eyes. “Of course we’ll be okay. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Either way, however this turns out, we’ll be fine.” His voice is a little shaky.

Trust. I nod my head that I heard him, kiss his cheek, and head for the shower.