"I need this." maxerica!
I’m being naughty ;)
which is what I’m sure you wanted.
I couldn’t stop. It was like something had taken over my mind, making my body act on its own free will. A part of me knew there was a whole room of diplomats on the first floor. That same part of me knew that only a thin door, which didn’t hide noise very well, separated us from the two guards that followed me up here.
But I didn’t care.
All I cared about was Maxon’s lips on mine, the taste of crisp white wine mixed with his own sweet taste. His hands were on my back, gripping me tightly through the fabric of my dress.
I had walked into my office, intending to get a picture of Maxon and I on our honeymoon to show Nicoletta, but I never got to the pictures. My husband had me pressed up against the bookshelf, his body doing delicious things to mine. My hand roamed up his back, feeling the scars that covered it. It only made him more beautiful to me.
“Maxon,” I stuttered as he moved to assault my neck. He was careful, gently sucking on the spot right below my ear. “We-we should g-get back.” I really didn’t want him to stop, but we had to attend to the other royals in the castle. I did have a duty as Queen.
“If I have to watch the Duke of Wales flirt with you one more time, I’m likely to declare war.“
I laughed at his joking tone, "Is someone jealous?”
“Greatly,” he admitted as he nipped my collar bone. His lips traveled down my dress line, and I closed my eyes. Heat coursed through me, making me ache for him in a way that was now undeniably familiar and still wonderfully new.
“Maxon, we can’t,” I whimpered. I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or keep going. He crashed into me, the taste of him overwhelming my senses and my resolve. I wouldn’t have cared if the King of Italy had walked in right now.
Those perfect brown eyes met mine, his hands gripping into my waist with a gentle ease I had come to know so well. His fingertips traced my jaw, our breathing the only sound that filled the room.
“I need this. I need you, America, right this minute.”
I nodded my head, and Maxon picked me up in his arms as I traced a line down his neck, my hands unbuttoning the jacket and shirt he wore. He laid me on the sofa, looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world as he let his shirt fall to the floor.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” he whispered as his lips grazed my own. His hands traveled up my legs, and I sighed in pleasure.
The French and Italians would have to wait fifteen minutes. I had new territory to conquer.?