MAX.

Chapter Eleven:

Max gripped my hand tightly. Firm. It was as if his energy had transferred to my soul. I knew his emotions, how he felt in this very moment. Leading the way, with each step, I followed behind him. The bedroom door already opened wide.

I wanted so badly to just...

"Sky." He uttered just before coming to a complete stop.

His head down, his face blank, as if all the emotions he'd felt spread to my chest. I felt anxious, a nervousness I'd never felt. My legs feeling weak. My mind racing along with my heart.

"I haven't ever..." he said but paused mid sentence. His eyes slowly drifting from side to side, corner to corner as if he'd been stagnant. My chest started to cloud. Burning sensation filling me.

Max turned to me. Looking me deep into my core, his eyes speaking a million words.

I spoke out first, "I'm scared. I've contemplated over and over on how this would work. I want the risk, but I'm so scared of being hurt. Not knowing you all too well plays a major part. Max..."

I closed my eyes. The breeze from the vent above blew against my heated skin. Goosebumps forming, I could feel the overwhelming warmth of my breath as I parted my lips.

My chest caved in, "I feel things for you I've never felt before. That first night with you. How fast this is going, it feels so good, so right, but then that existing fear sets me ablaze. It taunts me."

I pulled my hand from his. Just taking a step back. I watched as the life from his gray orbs slowly turned cold. That nervousness in me subsided.

He looked confused, possibly upset. But I just couldn't tell with this man. After all, I didn't know him as much he knew me.

Max clenched his jaw, clearing his throat. Adjusting himself, as if his pride were hurt.

A smirk aligned his lips, his cheeks sinking in more.

He stepped away from where I stood. Walking around the bed, he walked into the closet across the room.

Did he just ignore me?

Rage. All I could fathom. Turning on my heel, I heading toward his direction.

There he stood in front of a jewelry box. A closet...deep bigger than an average size room. One side held female clothing, that seemed to be in my size. On the other side, all of the next seasons collection of Prada, LVS (Saint Laurent), and Maniére De Voir.

His layout, beautiful and casual. Black.

"Do you not see me? Hear me?" I spat out. All movement from him stopped. Max stayed in silence. A moment later, he began to unbutton his shirt, allowing it to slip from his shoulders, falling on to the floor.

"I want you. More than you know. To beg. To worship me. To be all about me."

"Max—"

"You want more, and I want you to have it all. To be under me, or on top. To be all mine. I crave you. I think of you endlessly. I've studied you, learned all about you. I've never done anything like this before. It's like you're ripping me apart without any movements. I want to taste you, feel you, fuck you...

You don't understand.

You say that you have fear, but I do. This—this is blossoming too soon. But I can't stop it. I want it so fucking bad that it pains me.

Sky."

He turned around completely. And just in the moment, the lighting in the room shined on him, echoing out the background. It was as if everything stood still. Silent. The only piercing sounds were the drumming my heart was beating.

I saw his eyes from far warm at the sight of me. His smirk now deserted. Just the worry in his face.

"I've done some wrong. I've done a lot of wrong. Something about you, makes me forget.

Hearing your voice, your skin...essence of honey. Every time I think of your skin, I can retrace the memory of when I first tasted your nectar. I swear. I get hard every fucking time."

"Max. Please." My breath becoming rigid, my hang roamed across my chest. Biting my lips as I almost salivate from his words.

"Please what." Max walked toward me. His shoulders broad, pecks protruding outward, his v-line cutting deep into his torso.

"Sky. If only you knew how long I've waited to have you. How I've set this entire thing up. Fuck that contract. Baby you been mine.

I see you and I damn sure hear you. Now what?"

Max stood right up on me. No space between us. His heat and my heat, warming the cool air surrounding us. His fingers began to trace down my arms, circling around. He bit his lip, traveling up my arm, his hand cupped my face. Enchanting movements, I fell into his hand, rubbing my face up against his palm.

His thumb traced the lines on my lips, "Ask me."
He leaned in, quickly flicking his tongue over my lips.

I moaned lightly. "Max. Please, touch me, taste me. Please." Parting my lips, inviting him in, Max dug in.