“I thought you were sleepy, Max?” He caressed one of his hands up my spine, sounding breathless.
“Not anymore.”
He laughed, his teeth white in the dim light. “Yeah? Feeling a little frisky?”
I licked my lower lip, dick warming. “You have no idea.”
“I think I havesomeidea,” he said softly, nuzzling my neck.
“Wanna fuck me?” I whispered.
I could feel his surprise. He hesitated. “Uh, I’m not expecting sex, Max. You’ve been through the wringer.”
Heat touched my cheeks. “You don’t want to?”
“Are you crazy?” He put a finger under my chin, scanning my face. “I’m trying to be considerate.”
“You sure that’s all it is?” It was hard to meet his eyes because I felt a little shy. Maybe my bruises turned him off.
“Max, I want you. Don’t think I don’t.” He gently pulled my head down, claiming my lips. His tongue explored inside my mouth, and I groaned with need. He worked my mouth, hands carefully slipping under my pajama top. When the kiss ended, he whispered, “But not yet. I can wait until you’re healed.”
I pressed closer to him, wanting him inside me but knowing it probably was too soon. “I need more though.”
“Okay. We can do more. I want that too.” He slipped his hand inside my pajama bottoms, cupping my balls.
I groaned, thrusting against his warm palm. “Royce,” I whimpered.
We kissed, his hot mouth covering mine hungrily. I rocked against him, and he did the same. I hated that my body was too sore for him to be on top of me, and I didn’t have the energy to be on top of him. Still, it felt delicious just rubbing together, arms around one another.
We wordlessly kicked off our pants as the hunger ramped up. Lust flared, and our hips moved faster, seeking friction. Dicks slid together, precum helping the gliding motions. He took our dicks in hand and stroked us quickly.
“Can’t wait to be inside you again,” he rasped.
“Yeah? You wanna fuck me? You wanna come in me?”
“So deep, Max.”
This was going to be hot and fast. We were both so turned on, our climaxes raced toward us. Kissing, I whimpered and sucked his tongue, and he squeezed our throbbing cocks harder.
“Oh,fuck,” I whimpered, rutting into his hand.
“That’s right. Let go.”
“God, so good,” I groaned, pleasure buzzing through my quivering body. I’d been so afraid I’d never experience Royce’s touch again. But I was home now, and he was in my arms, needing me as much as I craved him.
“Max,” he growled. “Love you.”
“Love you,” I whimpered in response as my orgasm washed over me.
Mouths joined, we spilled our seed. Shivers of ecstasy shuddered through my warm, aching body, and I closed my eyes and gave a wanton groan of delight. My muscles jerked and spasmed as pleasure rippled through me. His hot mouth covered mine, swallowing my needy murmurs.
This was what life was about—sharing intimate moments with the person who understood you the best. I’d been raised to believe life was about planning. Striving. Being the best. Now, because of Royce, I was beginning to understand that life was really just small beautiful moments strung together randomly. If you were lucky, you found another person willing to weave their life with yours.
For some reason, Royce wanted to include me in his pattern. As odd as I was, he invited me into his life completely. He embraced who I was. When I’d thought I was going to die, what I’d wanted more than anything in the world was more time with Royce. More moments like these.
I’d been given that gift. I’d been handed more time. I’d never again take tomorrow for granted because there might not be one.
Chapter Fourteen
