Part 11

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I close my eyes and try to sleep, I really do. I even count sheep, but my every thought ends inappropriate. Instead of calming down, my heart picks up pace until it hammers in my chest in a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

I am lying on the chest of a stranger. Yesterday I didn't even know Max, today I am closer to him than reasonable. And I want us to be even closer.

My leg hurts, one normal emotion in my body, I move the tiniest bit to adjust.

Max holds his breath. Only slowly he lets it out again. When I try to free my uncomfortable arm, his breath catches again. That startling sound is addictive, I find myself provoking it.

His arm around me tightens, holding me in place, to keep me from moving more. That only makes it worse.

I am too aware of him.

He is too aware of me.

His before so calm heartbeat is racing now, I can feel it, hear it, pressed on his chest. His breath is getting heavier, it rustles through my hair and tingles every nerve in my body. Waves of heat rush down my spine and up again.

Max tries to shift beneath me, so I don't notice, but I am practically trapped between his long legs. There is no way I could not notice.

I go very still and let the sensation of that ran rampant in my body. I am doing nothing but exist close to him – and he is turned on. 

It's exhilarating.

I lick my lips.

We won't be sleeping anytime soon. Not if I can help it. Screw reasons and everything else. I want him – and I want him now.

I arch my back, press my chest against his, and stretch my neck. Max hisses at the move of my hips, his fingers dig in my back to stop me, but I have no intention of doing so. My lips brush the skin of his throat, softly, almost as if by accident, but we both know it's not.

He swallows heavily.

I place my lips on his throat again, suck and nibble gently.

He groans, like he can't decide if he is annoyed or enjoying it. His hand brushes up my body. Then he moves quickly. He grabs my head and pulls me back, ungently, almost painfully.

In the dark he stares me down, I can just recognize enough to see he has decided – he is angry.

Shit.

What am I doing? What is wrong with me –

He pushes my head forward. Our lips collide. No other way to call it. His are hard and demanding, all but sucking up mine. He doesn't even give me a heartbeat to ease into the kiss. There is no moment of getting used to each other, to learn each other's preferences.

It's obvious he doesn't care about mine.

I woke the beast. Now it's ready to devour me. 


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