Ten.

Rylie's POV

I know the plea is clear in my eyes while he reaches for me, pulling my body against his and into his strong grasp. He kisses me lightly, nothing as urgent as when he first got here as his hands tangle through my hair, pulling my head gently to the side, giving himself free access to my neck. I allow a small moan to suppress from my mouth as his lips continue to work their magic on my neck, and I quickly find myself needing to be closer to him, for him to touch more of my skin, so I press my body up to his and for the first time tonight, I can feel just how bad he wants me, which causes a smirk to cross my face as he pulls away from me and stares down at me.


He tries to maintain his composure, allowing me to make my final decision I'm sure, but I can hear how ragged his breathing is with his face this close to mine, I can see a feral look in his eyes, and I can feel how his skin almost jumps in anticipation to he slightest touch of my hands.


Sometime during the few seconds we had just engaged in a starring contest, he backed his body away from mine, even if it was just a slight amount. I move my hands from where they are resting around his midsection, down lower until I feel the pocket of his jeans. I slide my hands down into his pockets a little ways before pulling him roughly against me, kissing his lips lightly before pulling my lips away from his, not a lot, but just enough so they don't touch anymore and wait, wait for him to figure out of this is what he wants or not.


Seconds later, I feel him give in, his kisses now hot and urgent as I felt him nudging me toward the kitchen table.

Max's POV

I can't think. I can't think in here, that has to be the reason I can't seem to be as strong willed as I intended on being when I first saw the look on her face when I walked into her apartment. Being in her apartment, surrounding by things that smell like her or just flat out remind me of her have my head spinning. Yes, that's it. That's why I find myself kissing her, pushing her toward the kitchen table and lifting her up onto it, even though I know in the back of my mind that I should be thinking more rationally.

I watch as she scoots further back on the table, reaching for my belt buckle and she smiles up at me. I meet her hands there, trying to stop her, to get a hold on my emotions, but she already has it undone and is sliding her hand down, and down, and down some more until her touches leave me incapable of thinking about anything other than this woman in front of me, of wrapping my arms around her and holding her close, of making the noises she emits while I place my lips to her neck louder.

Rylie's POV

I hear him grunt in frustration, my only response being a sigh as I feel him reach for panties, pulling them off with so much force that if it wasn't for him standing so close to me, I know for sure I'd be in a heap on the floor. After successfully removing them and tossing them somewhere on the floor, he picks me up and carries me toward my bedroom by memory as his lips connect with mine once again.

When we finally reach the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed and just looks at me, a softness to his blue eyes that would make any girl swoon, but I know the meaning behind that specific gaze and it has me on the verge of tears as he stands above me, undressing himself slowly. I quickly follow suit, removing my clothes as well.

He stands there in his boxers, gazing down at me, his eyes like a brush against my skin that leaves me eager in anticipation. He knees in front of me on the bed, taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckles lightly.

I pull him closer to me until he is hovering over me, but still starring at me. Some time passes, and then he slowly bends down and I know that he is finally going to kiss me, but he presses his lips to my forehead tenderly instead. I sigh in an attempt to pout, but even that has him laughing slightly.

His kisses trail from my jaw, to my neck, and then down to my shoulders at an achingly slow pace as his hand trails up my leg, finally hitting my inner thigh and I think for sure I'm going to die from all of this antagoniztion before he finally gives in.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I grab his hand and bring it up toward my now obvious need, but he stops just short of the destination I was hoping for.

"Slow down," he chuckles with his lips still pressed to my shoulder, vibrating against my skin and sending waves of anxiety through me, which he picks up on and his smile just broadens.

"Stop teasing," I pout while squirming under his soft touches as his lips trail down my stomach, but stopping just below my belly button and glancing up at me. "You're killing me," I add in a softer tone, sounding weaker than what I was hoping for. The look I see in his eyes finally makes the tears that had been threatening to fall all night streak down my face. I turn my head, not wanting him to see me cry, but he holds onto my chin and doesn't let me look away.

"Patience," he smirks while pressing his lips to mine.

Max's POV

It's been so long since I've been allowed to touch her like this that I can't believe that this isn't just a dream, something that has been happening quite often in hope of getting her back. I want to take my time, explore every curve of her body that I'd missed over the past couple of months, but I can feel her squirming under my hands as I trail them down her abdomen, getting a good grip on her hips.

"I don't want to be patient," she says while reaching for the waistband of my boxers. "I just want you," she continues. I knew I couldn't hold out any longer, finally giving into the warmth of her body.