His End Game (MMG #1) by R B Hilliard Read Free Book Online Page B

before, but….” I didn’t know how to properly define what little I had done so, dropping my eyes back to my toenails, I didn’t finish my sentence.
    “Hey,” I felt the pressure of his fingertips on my chin again as he forced me to look at him. “If you’re trying to tell me that you’re a virgin, I already know.”
    I inwardly cringed. “Who told you?” Flashes of me stabbing Piper a thousand times flickered through my mind.
    “No one had to tell me and it’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”
    Okay, wow, that was super sweet
.
    Cupping my face he continued. “Here’s what you need to know. I want you. I’ve wanted you for what seems like forever and I need for you trust me when I say that I will take care of you. However, this is completely your call. If you want to wait, I am good with that. No matter what, this is yours to give, not mine to take. We will go at your pace and if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Are you with me?”
    I nodded, letting out my breath. “Ummm, do I need… like a code word or something?”
    He threw his head back and laughed.
    On any other occasion, watching Max laugh would have been something to see but right now, at my expense? Not so much.
    “Fuck using code words. No means no and that’s all you have to say. Okay?”
    “Okay,” I said, without hesitation.
    “You’re good?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I said looking directly into his eyes, “I’m great, Max.” I wanted him to understand that this was something I wanted with him, right here, right now.
    He lifted me off his lap and patted me on the ass. “God, you are so sweet.” Then, grabbing my hand, he walked me across the room to the bed. Before we reached it, he veered over to the door and locked it. Then, hooking his hand around the back of my neck, he reeled me in and kissed me. After a few seconds, I felt his body relax into it and realized that he too, was nervous. I can’t say why this made me feel better but it did. Wrapping both arms around me, he coaxed my mouth open with his tongue. My hands traveled straight to his hair as if they had a mind of their own and I practically climbed up his body wanting more. I felt his hands on my ass as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed and carefully lowered us down.
    “Thank you for trusting me with this. Promise that you will tell me to stop if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Okay?”
    “I will.”
    Lying down beside me, he kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.
    “You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured.
    So are you
.
    A look stole across his face that I couldn’t read. “What’s wrong?” I asked, immediately tensing up.
    Please tell me he’s not changing his mind. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet
.
    “Nothing is wrong. I just want to do this right.”
    I watched him nervously run his fingers through his hair and my heart skipped a few beats.
    He’s worried. He wants to make this good for me
.
    Taking a huge leap of faith, which was very uncharacteristic of me, I sucked in a deep breath, reached down to the hem of my shirt and slowly maneuvered it up my torso and over my head.
    Thank goodness I wore a decent bra and panties
.
    My aunt had drilled into my brain to never leave home without wearing decent underwear. Of course, her reason wasn’t in case you find a hot guy to screw six ways to Sunday,
you must wear fresh undergarments
. It was more, in case you find yourself in a wreck and they have to cut off your clothing,
you must have on fresh clean underwear
. Nevertheless, at that moment I was giving thanks for having on decent undergarments.
    “Gotta say, this exceeds every fantasy I’ve had about you and, trust me, I’ve had some good ones.” His eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to touch you with my hands and my mouth. If you’re going to stop me, do it now.” His voice was filled with a need that I couldn’t help but respond to. Nodding my