Last Minute (Timeless Series Book 3)

by Mayra Statham

  “Yeah?”

  “Umm… Thanks for tonight and for bringing me over.” God, I was dying to ask her why my place, but it wasn’t the time nor the place. I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything. I shouldn’t. “Do you think you could…”

  “Leti,” I warned. I was only so strong.

  “Did you change your mind about us?” she asked, the vulnerability shining in her eyes humbling.

  “Fuck no.” My tongue felt almost too thick for my mouth.

  “Then?” she questioned, and I exhaled roughly.

  “I don’t want you to feel rushed and feel pressure—” Nothing else was said because my little spark plug jumped and attacked me.

  She bounced up on the tips of her toes, and as a gentleman, I bent to meet her kiss.

  Her sweet, passionate kiss.

  “Leti,” I groaned against her lips.

  “You feel right. Everything feels right with you, Max.” She moaned, her lips working against mine.

  Jesus, the woman was a damn dream come to life. Her hands were frantic trying to fight to take my shirt off, but I didn’t miss the way her skin was covered in goosebumps.

  “We gotta warm you up, Spark Plug.”

  “I think you’re pretty capable for the job.” She gasped.

  “You have no fucking idea,” I growled against her lips.

  In a blur, we ripped off our clothes. Every piece of clothing fell on the floor in wet thumps against the tile. She was incredible. Too beautiful for my greased-up hands to touch, but fuck me, I would own her. She’d be mine. Only mine. She was a last-minute curveball I never saw coming. No way in hell I could have predicted.

  I pressed her bare chest against mine, the sensation incredible. Everything we had done up until then had been fully clothed, but Leti Montenegro was absolute perfection. I wanted to take my time with her body. Kissing and licking and teasing every square inch, but I needed to warm her up. I had to take care of her needs before mine.

  I had one hand on her lower back while the other worked on getting the hot water running. The bathroom clouded around us with steam. We pulled away, breathing heavily, and without a word we stepped into my shower. Warm water sprayed over us, droplets trickling down her body.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I said, looking down at her naked, wet body.

  “Max—”

  “I’m serious, baby. So damn beautiful you make my heart hurt.” My hands were on a mission. They went from her waist up the sides of her torso only to end up cupping her perky breasts. They fit perfectly. Her eyes fluttered shut as my thumbs swiped her nipples, and I couldn’t stop myself. I fell to my knees, just the perfect height to pop one of her beautiful tips into my mouth and suck. Lightly. Teasingly slow, barely-there flicks of my tongue. The sweet taste of her flesh making me harder, her soft cries drew my balls up tight, and when her hands tangled in my hair and pulled me closer, I fought the urge to come. Fuck, I hadn’t done more than suck on her tit and I was ready to blow my load.

  Leti was trouble with a capital T.

  I switched sides and continued my attention on her other breast as her sweet pleasure-filled sounds echoed against the walls. She had a filthy little mouth, and I fucking loved it.

  “Don’t stop, Max,” she purred, and I dropped her tit out of my mouth and moved lower. I wouldn’t take her in my shower, but I would make her come. I’d make her come so damn hard she wouldn’t remember anything but my name. My mouth skated down, nipping at her under boob and down to her navel. I circled it with my tongue and continued lower. Right to her sweet pussy. My finger moved through the dark trimmed curls, and I found her puffy little bundle of nerves and she buckled.

  “You want my mouth here?” I asked, slipping my finger in just enough to feel the slick wetness envelope my digit. She was so damn tight I was afraid I’d bust my load before I got her off.

  “Eat me,” she whimpered, and I loved that she wasn’t shy about asking for what she wanted. My nose flared and I breathed in her unique feminine scent deeply.

  “My pleasure, baby,” I growled and took my first swipe of her.

  She tasted amazing.

  Tangy and clean. Completely Leti and utterly delicious. I was starving. My attention was focused on her and every single one of her sounds. I licked her swollen clitoris; it was all but begging for attention. She was slick and warm and so damn tight. With every lick and nip, I became wilder. I lapped at her like a delirious animal. Her hands clung to my hair, pulling and tugging. The pain ebbing away my need to come.

  “Max,” she gasped, “I need more. Please, Max!” Her needy cries had me finger her faster. Harder. “Max, I need you. I need—“

  “I fucking know what you need,” I growled, kissing the inside of her thigh as I watched her pussy eat up my finger. “So damn wet.”

  “Max,” she cried, pulling my head between her legs opening wider. I kneeled and took my fingers out of her.

  “What are you—“

  “Shh,” I whispered, my hands grabbing her plump cheeks, and I pulled her closer, her legs over my shoulder so I could support her weight against the bathroom wall.

  “Oh my god!” she squealed as my mouth fully covered her sweet pussy.

  This time I didn’t stop.

  My tongue worked double time. Firm and strong, I kept savoring her until Leti’s thighs clenched tightly around my ears. Her cries sounded like music in my ears. Loud as they echoed against my tiled bathroom walls. Water gliding down our bodies, she came hard. Her sweet nectar filling my mouth, I didn’t miss a drop of her feminine sweetness. I glanced up at her, carefully setting her down, her eyes closed, her gorgeous face washed over with satisfaction. The sweetest smile on her lips. I kissed her knees and the front of her thighs before standing up. She wrapped her arms around me, and I locked mine around her. I wanted to be responsible for that look on her face day after day, year after year, until I took my last breath.

  Mine, a possessive voice shouted in my head, and I smiled.

  She rested her head over my heart, and I stroked her hair as we stood under the rain shower head. The water still warm, air surrounding us steamy as our breathing fell in sync.

  In that moment I knew without a doubt that’s what this was. This magnetic pull between us was an end game, a for keeps kind of situation.

  Mine. All mine. She was mine.

  And I was definitely one hundred percent hers.

  I just had to make sure she understood that.

  Chapter Six

  Leti

  HE WASHED MY hair and rinsed it. His touch was gentle and tender as he took care of me, and I’d never felt so cherished. Loved. Loved? God, I sounded like a silly girl, but that was exactly how he made me feel.

  When the water started to cool, he hurried and rinsed off the soapy body wash he’d used on us. I liked smelling like him. We stepped out of the shower, and he covered me up in a fluffy towel. He wrapped one around his waist and led me out of the bathroom into his bedroom.

  My heart was beating triple time as excitement prickled up my neck. I wanted him. I wanted him to make love to me. He had just given me the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced, but I was ready for another. Completely greedy for another.

  He didn’t though.

  He handed me a navy tee and a pair of grey sweats then left the room after kissing my forehead.

  “Can I come in?” he asked after a few minutes, knocking on his own door, and I smiled.

  “Of course. This is your house, Max.” I smiled, and he walked in. He looked good in black basketball shorts. And nothing else. His broad chest on display.

  “I like my clothes on you,” he said, looking me up and down, a warmth in his gaze that made my chest tighten.

  “They’re cozy.” I smiled, and he walked over to his bed, where I was sitting on the edge.

  “Come here,” he ordered gently, and I stood only to have him sit me on his lap.

  “Warm? Need a sweater?” he offered, and I shook my head. />
  “I’m good. Thank you.”

  “We need to talk.” The depth of his voice made my stomach drop.

  “That’s never a good thing,” I joked in an attempt to keep things light.

  “I don’t know about that.” He winked and opened his mouth to say whatever it was he was planning on saying, but I lifted my hand and covered his lips with two fingers

  “Before you say anything, I need to say something,” I blurted, and his dark eyes widened. His kissed the pads of my fingers and gave me a nod.

  “I should have called you. I wanted to. I thought about you… more than I want to admit. As weird and crappy as my day was, I’m glad everything happened the way it did, because it means I’m here with you. I like you, Max.”

  “Can I talk now?”

  “Yeah. That’s all I had to say, just… sorry. You were amazing in Vegas and kind enough to bring us home, and then our date, and then I messed it up by not calling.” I winced.

  “You didn’t mess anything up.” He stroked the side of my face, and I leaned into his gentle touch. “As much as I hated not hearing from you, I get it.”

  “You do?”

  “Hell, yeah.” He chuckled. “Babe, Vegas was… a tipsy adventure. Wild and crazy. It could have been a fluke, right? But then the next day with you, when we got back… it was better than I could have hoped for.”

  “It was?” I asked breathily, trying to steady my heart rate and failing.

  “It wasn’t for you?”

  “It was.” I smiled shyly.

  “It was a lot at once, and I get why you needed a moment to think about it and why you didn’t call,” Max said, but the softness he’d worn on his handsome face faded into one filled with seriousness. “But I’m about to lay something on you, and this is going to be as heavy or heavier, and I can’t have you running away this time.”

  “Uh-oh.”

  “I’ve never felt this way about anyone… ever.”

  “I haven’t either,” I mumbled, and he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against mine like he needed me just that little much closer.

  “There is this pull to you. Not just physically, though I do want you. I want you so fucking bad, Leti.” A stiff growl at the end of his words made me squirm in his lap. “This is where I might scare you off, but you gotta know where I’m at. Where I stand when it comes to this thing between us.”

  “Okay,” I worded slowly, all but ready for him to say he wasn’t in a place for something steady, for something serious. Guys I had dated in the past did that all the time, right?

  “You’re mine.”

  “I understand… wait, what?” I had not been expecting that.

  “You’re mine,” he repeated, the confidence in his voice alluring. “All mine.”

  “I am?”

  “Yeah, Spark Plug, you definitely are. But with that it means I have some bad news for you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That means I’m all yours, Leti. Every hard-assy inch of me.”

  “I like the sound of every hard inch of you being mine,” I flirted, my hand moving down his bare chest over his muscular abs. The way his muscles twitched beneath my touch had my mouth watering. I wanted to pour chocolate syrup all over his abs and lick it up from the ridges. When my hand finally met his thick hardness, I licked my lips. I wanted so much more. My hands went to the elastic band of his shorts, but his hand stopped me.

  “I’m being serious.” My head popped up to meet his sultry stare.

  “So am I,” I teased.

  “Leti,” he warned intensely, and I watched his nose flare.

  The way he was looking at me made me feel like he was about to devour me. Like the little self-control he had was about to break and he was going to claim me. Me!

  “Leti, I can’t take this where I want it to go until you tell me.”

  “Tell you what?” I asked, my eyes unable to look away from his beautiful mouth.

  “That you’ll take a chance on me. That you’ll be mine.”

  Max

  My lips tingled with the way she was looking at my mouth. Her eyes moved up slightly, stunned yet hopeful.

  “Take a chance on me, baby. Be mine,” I repeated, my tone hoarse with lust. I could see how her chest rose and dropped a little heavier. Her pretty little nipples poking through my tee, and I licked my lips.

  She wanted to be mine. She wanted me to be hers. Of that I was positive, but no matter how blue in the face I turned trying to convince her of it, it wouldn’t matter unless she jumped in with me. Unless she took a leap of faith. On me.

  “Max.”

  “What are you scared of, Spark Plug?”

  “Of not being enough for you,” she confessed, vulnerability leaking through, and I held her face in both hands, tilting it up so she’d meet my eyes and see the truth behind mine.

  “Not fucking possible.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I just am.” I leaned in and kissed the center of her forehead before pulling away and her eyes meeting mine. “Take a chance on me.”

  “If I do that, you’re mine too? No other women, no one else, Max—“ The idea was laughable. She had no idea how she had my balls in a vice.

  “Just us,” I whispered, and the worry in her eyes melted away and they filled with the most beautiful warmth I’d ever seen. God, my girl and her expressive eyes. She was going to kill me. “You for me.” I kissed her lips. “Me for you.”

  “Max.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m yours,” she gave in, and I smiled against her mouth. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. I’m in, Max. All in.”

  Damn. No sweeter word we’re ever spoken. I kissed her. My self-control leaving nothing but animalistic need behind.

  She was mine

  Mine.

  The word repeated in my head over and over as I sucked her tongue in my mouth. Her taste ingrained into memory as I moved us up. My hands were done being idle. I worked on taking her shirt off. I loved how she looked in my clothes, but right then and there, I needed her bare. For me. Only me.

  “Fuck, Spark Plug,” I growled. “You have the most fantastic tits,” I told her before cupping one and taking an elongated nipple into my mouth.

  “Max,” she gasped, but she wasn’t pushing me away.

  Her hands in my hair pulled me in, and I opened wider, sucking and nipping, moving my attention to her other breast. My hands moved down and pushed down the joggers I’d let her borrow. She was insanely hot. There was a mix of sultry and sweet to Leti Montenegro, and I couldn’t wait to discover every inch. Every side of the woman who would one day wear my ring.

  “I’m gonna show you exactly who you belong to, Leti,” I whispered and turned her around so her back was pressed to my front. Her sweet round ass rubbed against the hardness tenting my shorts, but this was going to be about her. My open-palmed hands moved down her torso, tracing her silky-soft flesh with the tips of my fingers. One stopped at her hip while the other moved to cup her pretty pussy.

  “You’re wet,” I exhaled. I could smell her arousal, and my dick jerked in my pants for his own taste. She shuddered in my arms, and I smiled, loving how responsive she was to my touch. “Tell me, baby. Please, Spark Plug, is this all for me?” I couldn’t help but tease her as my fingers worked around her lower lips and slowly slipped through her dewy hairless folds.

  “You know it is,” she whined, her knees almost buckling, but she had no reason to worry. I had her. I’d always have her. I’d never let her fall. “I’m so wet, Max. It’s your fault.”

  “Fuck yeah, it is,” I whispered along the shell of her ear. “This pussy, this sweet warm honey,” I growled, and her pussy clenched like it was dying to be filled up. “All mine. You’re all mine.” I didn’t recognize myself as the dirty words trickled out of my mouth. Thankfully, she seemed to enjoy it.

  “Max,” she mewled, squirming in my arms, her ass rubbing just right against my cock.

  “Stay
still, Spark Plug,” I warned and lightly smacked one plump cheek, grasping and squeezing her sexy ass.

  “Oh my god!” she squeaked. “You spanked me.” She looked over her shoulder with a small pout on her lips, but her eyes were glittering brightly.

  “You liked it. You like my hands on your body,” I told her in a bossy tone, and my eyes fell to the way she bit her lip.

  “I do.” She melted into me, and I grinned before I let my hand smack her ass again, quickly working the sting out. I loved how her sexy booty felt in my hand.

  “I should punish your sweet ass for not calling. For making me wait to see you again. Making me wait for a sweet kiss.”

  “Max,” she purred with my mouth on her neck.

  “You’re lucky I’m too damn needy to get in there and claim you.”

  “Claim me? You make me sound like something you can own,” she spouted off, and I bit the spot where her shoulder and neck connect, not missing the needy sound she made.

  “I am going to own you, Spark Plug. Don’t you get it? I don’t fucking function without you,” I growled against her skin, my fingers moving to her pussy, rubbing between her folds, dipping the tip inside of her.

  “Are you all talk, Max?” she complained, rubbing her ass against my dick, and I looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

  “You’re going to take me. Every inch, and I promise you’re going to love every minute of it.” I quickly took my pants off as I warned her, kicking them off and away from my feet.

  “Promises, promis—“ I slammed into her balls deep and groaned.

  “Jesus fuck, Leti,“ I moaned. Her arms moved up and held on to the sides of my face. In that position her pretty tits were out and bouncing as I worked in and out of her.

  “Max.”

  “You’re mine.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, meeting my now gentle thrusts. I wasn’t arrogant when I said I was thick and long. I needed to give her a moment to adjust. Not to mention a moment so I wouldn’t lose my nut all too quickly and embarrass myself.

  “Too much?” I asked harshly, nipping her lobe, peppering small kisses over her neck.

  “Not enough,” she gasped, and my teeth gritted down. “More. Max. I need more,” she begged sweetly, and my hands moved up to cup and pinch her nipples.