Page 77 of Unbreakable Thread

He scoots to the very end of the seat, his back pressed against the window. He laughs. “Oh, you’ll pay, that’s for sure. Now lie down.” His voice drops an octave to a low and sexy tone.

“What…? Why?”

“Because we only have five minutes. I need to be at the gym. I have a couple of other professional boxers coming in from California to spar with, and we leave tomorrow.” He reaches for my leg and slips my shoe off. “You have deprived me of what I want.” Then the other shoe falls with a thud. He tugs on my shorts, and I pull my shirt down.

I press my palm against his chest. “We need to talk first, Max.”

His eyes darken. “We will when I get back.” His breath warms my inner thigh. “But first I want to taste you.”

I grip the hem of my shirt, the cotton stretching between my fingers. My shorts catch on my ankle, and my underwear is tangled somewhere beside them, falling on the side. He pushes my legs apart, one landing on his shoulder. The seat squeaks as he shifts his weight, one knee pressing into the floor while the other finds a spot on the seat. I try to close my legs to sit, to talk, but his six-foot-three frame nudges my knees apart with his wide shoulders in the small space between my legs. My body bows to his touch, his fingers filling me. Max’s lips are trailing kisses on my inner thigh.

“You’re so wet,” he adds, another finger stretching me when he inserts the third. “Always ready for me.”

A moan tangles from my lips.

“You missed what my hands can do?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“How about my tongue?”

Oh, great tits, this is heaven. I keep my shirt down, and with the other, I grab a fistful of his hair. He shows me just how skilled he is. His tongue lavishes me in the most intimate way. Pleasure pulses in my veins. My breast aches under the fabric of my bra. Damn, I wish I could strip bare and have him lick every curve of my body. My leg resting on his shoulder, I hook it around his neck and deepen his lips pressing against mine. Max’s tongue lashes inside me, working me open, driving me wild. He bites my clit, and I moan.

“Now, be a good girl and moan my name.” His voice comes out raspy, and the heat of his breath fans my clit.

“Max…more,” I purr, thrusting my hips. He knows how much I enjoy being called his good girl. I’ve mentioned it a couple of times when I read my books to him.

“That’s it,” he moans. He sucks and nips, driving me insane.

“I need to…” I arch.

“You need to what?”

“Come.”

“This is what you have been missing out on, amor.” He withdraws from my parted thighs. “Payback for my busted windows.” He licks his lips, and an evil smirk casts on his face.

My god, I want to punch it or fuck it. More likely the latter.

Ugh. He’s not getting away with this. With my hooked leg, I drag him down between my legs. He’s laughing so hard I want to laugh with him. I missed everything about Max.

He bites my thigh, making me yelp. “Cálmate.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. You’d better finish what you started,” I demand.

His thick fingers stroke up and down. “Such a violent little thing.”

Yes, I am. My hormones are through the roof, and I’m on edge, I want to say, but my brain is in a puddle of mush. “I need your touch,” I confess. The weight of confusion and disorientation has worn me down to the bone. But there are lifelines now. School gives me structure. In therapy, I’m learning to map the blank spaces. Professor Mills’ patient explanations about amnesia and neural pathways, and my sister’s unwavering presence. Even Leo, Lana, Justin, and, surprisingly, Hector—they’ve all become lighthouses guiding me back to myself. Seeing Annette so close, something in me snapped. I want to be who he deserves. The wife he needs—the mother my kids deserve. I want to be Max’s entire universe because he is mine.

My eyes roll back when his tongue darts deep inside, stroking the walls.

“How bad?” he asks, his mouth working.

“So bad I can’t think straight.”

Lick. Suck. “I’ll make you come so hard your body will shake only if you comply when I return.” He pinches my buds, and I moan. “I’m going to pick you up, and you’re going to pack and come back home with me.” Lick. Suck. “To our home. The thing is, I want you to be the first person I see every morning and the last person I see when I go to bed, holding you in my arms. I’ve told you this before. I can’t breathe without you. Do you understand?”

“Yes…I feel the same way.” My voice comes out raspy.