In fact, that’s sexy as fuck to me.

I bring my mouth down to hers and she meets me halfway by pushing up on her toes. Solid, warm . . . so Jules. The minute our lips touch, a ripple of sexual heat moves through my body and my desire for her is magnified by the fact that I know she loves me.

My hands only stay on her face a brief moment, but once that kiss is fully engaged, they’re on the move. Dropping to shoulders, skimming down arms, turning inward to grab the hem of her sweater. It’s up and over her head, causing a brief disruption in our kiss, but the minute it’s free, our mouths are back on each other. Her hands don’t stay idle. Then I push my jacket from my shoulders and then get to work on the buttons of my shirt. I make quick work of her bra, and only because I took the time to use both hands to work the clasp in the back.

I manage to toe my shoes off but no way I’m breaking the kiss to get those socks. I’ll worry about them later.

One more brief disruption as Jules tries to frantically get my shirt off but is hampered by the fact I’m wearing a white cotton tee under it. I take a moment . . . help her out and rip both pieces over my head.

She stares at my chest for a long moment, simply just taking me in before her hands shoot out and start to work at my belt. That spurs me into action, and by the time she’s pulling my cock out, I’ve got my hand shoved down the front of her pants and into sleek wet pussy, which is all mine.

“Oh, wow,” Jules mutters against my mouth as I circle her clit with the pad of my finger.

I’d say the same but my breath is nearly robbed when her hand tightens around my dick. An overwhelming sense of urgency grabs hold and I wrench away from her, my chest heaving.

“Get your pants off, baby. No more of this playing around.”

She hops to it, shimmying them down her long and perfect legs then sitting her ass on the bed to get them off. Jules give me a brief glance. “You got to get naked too.”

Fuck yeah I do. I start pushing my pants down and then almost bust a rib laughing when Jules adds on, “And take your socks off too. There is nothing sexy about fucking a woman with black dress socks on.”

She grins at me as the last of her clothes peel free, and I’m just four seconds behind her. I practically lunge at her, grab her around the waist and haul both of our bodies onto the bed, where we come to rest on our sides facing each other.

Her eyes so mesmerizing . . . still golden . . . the color of a lion’s mane really, but now with dilated pupils because she’s turned on. They stare at me intently and she whispers, “Love you.”

I smile, wrap an arm around her waist and tell her, “Love you too.”

“Okay, let’s get to the fucking part,” she exclaims and I’m all over that.

I roll her to her back, settle in between her legs and kiss her again. Long, slow, and wet . . . my tongue works against hers. Her hands slide around me, drag down to my lower back and press in. She rotates her hips, trying to maneuver her body, which puts my cock more in line with the sweetest pussy to grace this earth.

I dig my elbows into the mattress, haul myself up her a few inches and without taking my mouth from hers flex my hips. My cock knows exactly where to go and presses against her opening.

Jules gasps into my mouth when I breach her, my leaking tip sliding in easily against her own wetness.

Fuck that feels good. So much better than it ever has before, and I’m man enough to admit that it has to be love. It must change things, because that’s the only difference between how it felt fucking Jules last night and tonight.

And last night was awesome, but this . . . sinking into her slowly and knowing that I haven’t just conquered her body, but I fucking own her heart right now.

That’s the difference.

When I bottom out in Jules, I lift my mouth from hers and peer down at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips wet from my kisses, and there’s a faint blush running down her neck and across her chest.

Christ, she’s so sexy.

I push my torso up, going from elbows to palms on the mattress. I give a test move . . . pulling back and sinking in once again, and Jules’ moan in response hits me right in the balls.

Afraid I’m not going to last long, but that’s okay. This won’t be the last time we do this tonight.

I grab one of Jules’ hands and drag it between our bodies. I push it right against her pelvis, my hand ultimately wrapping around her index and middle finger. I look down, move her hand slightly down and make her touch her clit.

“Max,” she groans and gyrates her hips.

“Touch yourself, baby,” I urge her. “I’m pretty sure you’d get off on just what I’m getting ready to do to you, but I don’t want to take any chances, okay?”

“Okay,” she says with a breathy sigh, and I feel her hand start to move. I watch as she rubs herself for a moment then I push up even farther. I take one of her legs, stretch it out then up and place the back of it running up my chest, her calf coming to rest just below my collarbone.

I slide my palm to her other thigh and lift it to my waist, then rub my hand over her knee, down her shin and to her ankle, where I pull at her leg so it curves around my waist. I feel her press her heel into my ass and I know she’s locked in for the ride.

I look down at her again and she stares up at me with foggy lust, but I see a hint of challenge in her eyes. She knows I love her but she also knows I’m going to fuck her.

Leaning over her, I bring my hands back to the mattress. Her leg straight up my chest gives me leverage, causing her to fold slightly at the waist but spreading that pussy a little wider for me. I suck in a breath and then I start to fuck her.

Long, measured strokes . . . making sure I pull almost every inch of my cock out before I thrust it back into her deeply. Each time I power in, she huffs out a breathy moan. I can feel the tips of her fingers as she rubs her clit, sometimes tapping against the base of my dick. I look down in between us and it’s hot as fuck watching my cock piston into her . . . see how wet she is because she’s so turned on by me.

“Max?” Jules pants at me.

My head snaps up, my hips still powering hard.

“I want it harder,” she huffs out, the words sounding staccato because of the pounding I’m giving her.

Fuck . . . harder?

Um . . . yeah, can totally do that.

“I got you,” I assure her and kick up the pace. Turn up the speed. Punch my dick deeper into my sweet Jules like she asked me to, and the headboard starts a rhythmic beating up against the wall. I send out a mental apology to whoever’s on the other side right now.