Page 75 of Cruel Hearts

“Ever heard of hair of the dog?” I asked.

A chuckle burst from his lips. “I’m a dog now?”

“A dirty one.” I leaned back and rested my palms on the firm mattress. “Now, get your kit off and show me that splendid cock.”

Maxwell rocked back on his heels and stood, his erection straining against his pants. The muscles of my core pulsed, and I ran my tongue along my top lip. A lurch of the train pulling away from the station made him widen his stance, but that only stretched the fabric of his pants tighter around that dick.

I thought he was leaving the best until last, but he shouldered off his blazer, yanked off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing sculpted pecs and a tight six-pack. Shit. Everything about this guy was delicious.

In no time, he stood in his boxers, looking down at me with a hunger in his eyes that sent a bolt of arousal surging between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together and stifled a groan. What was wrong with me? He hadn’t so much as laid a finger on my body, yet the sight of him got me moist and ready for the long, thick erection straining through the cotton of his boxer briefs.

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and growled, “Is this what you want?”

“Show me.”

One pull of the elastic had a thick, bulbous cock-head springing out. He eased the boxers off his hips, unleashing the entirety of that erection.

The chug of the train drowned out the groan reverberating in the back of my throat. Saliva flooded my mouth and wetness flooded my folds. It was huge. I’d sucked, fondled, and been fucked by him but the horrors of the raid had overshadowed the sex.

Maxwell’s dick again brought back a familiar ache that made me yearn for him to stretch me wide open.

I swallowed. “Max—”

“If you just want to sleep—”

“No,” My gaze snapped up to his dancing, gray eyes.

“I was pretty sure you wanted to go ahead since you haven’t stopped staring at my cock.”

Heat blazed across my cheeks. This was so unlike me. I’d always managed to play things cool, to act like I’d had bigger and better. If I didn’t act indifferent, he might turn into Kendrick, thinking I was in love. “Oh, right,” I said, feigning disinterest. “It’s alright, I suppose.”

With a snort, he lowered himself next to me onto the bed. “Come here.”

“Why?” I edged away.

“So I can kiss you.”

“Who says I want to be kissed? Maybe all I want is a hard fuck to pass the time.”

Maxwell wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “You’re not as tough as you like to appear, Lilah Hancock.”

“Who says—”

He pressed a finger on my lips. “When we first met, I thought you were the fuck-em-and-leave-em type. I went mad with frustration at your resistance, and I wanted to take you down a peg or two.”

“That’s why you went along with Elizabeth’s plan?”

He lowered his gaze to his muscular thighs. “I was so hell-bent on conquering you that I didn’t realize until too late that you were nothing like the girl I lusted after.”

My throat thickened, and the back of my eyes tingled with the threat of tears. “What are you trying to do?” I asked, struggling to keep the emotion out of my voice. “Put me off my hard shag?”

“I’m sorry for not looking beneath the surface.” Maxwell lowered his lips to mine in a kiss so sweet and that conveyed so much affection, it filled my heart and my eyes with happy tears.

He drew back and swiped a thumb over my damp cheek. “I was a bloody idiot not to have seen the talented, hardworking, kind girl under the tough exterior.”

“You were,” I said.

“Can we put our past behind us?” Maxwell cupped my cheek and gave me a gentle smile.