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But it didn’t happen. What happened was enough to have her clinging to his shirt front in dazed delight. His heat and sweetness poured into her, brought her to life in seconds. He was demanding, purposeful in the way he claimed her lips for his own.
Gasping open-mouthed beneath the fierceness of his kiss, she let him slide his tongue moistly into her waiting cavern. She held on to him for support as her knees all but buckled beneath her. He gripped her waist, kept her tight in his possessive embrace. His breath rasped against her lips, teasing her nostrils with the faint aroma of the alcohol they’d drunk. Her head spun at the unfamiliarity of the sensations to which she was now bowing to. She felt lost.
Slowly, reluctantly, he drew back from her lips, even as her body involuntarily leaned into him. His forehead rested against hers as they both seemed to try to catch their breaths.
“You were saying?” he asked with a soft, throaty chuckle as he looked into her glassed-over eyes.
Whew, she thought, sure she was somehow dreaming. What was that? Was a kiss supposed to do that? Make her tingle deep in her belly; bring the strangest heat swirling between her thighs? Was it even possible?
“That’s the way it should be,” he told her, his hands wrapping around her throat gently. “The way it will be, between us.”
“Oh Max,” she let out on a soft cry of confusion. She felt dazzled, overwhelmed. She wanted to, but…
“There’s only one way to prove it to you,” he said, calmly taking her hand as he began to lead her from the room. “And that’s to show you.”
*
Eva would have liked to have more of a say in this, but protestation seemed futile. Max was a man on a mission.
He tugged her after him, leading her up the wide staircase, right along the corridor before she had the presence of mind to dig in her heels.
“Max! Wait, I…”
In response, he turned quickly, making her exhale sharply as he shoved her against the wall. His body immediately imprisoned her in place, and she couldn’t help but notice how virile he seemed. Powerful, forceful, manly. She stared up at him wide-eyed as he linked both her wrists in one fist and drew them high above her head.
The tips of her breasts felt like they were thrumming, pressed up to his chest as they were. Every hard, strong inch of him drove into her, making her aware of the jutting thickness of his arousal. She gasped out loud.
“We don’t have to make it to the bed you know. It could be right here, right now,” he gruffed, his free hand tipping her chin so he could ghost kisses around her parted lips. Slowly, his fingers travelled down her throat to cup one thrust-out breast. He squeezed hard, his fingers dipping into the fabric coating her flesh. Somehow, his thumb found her nipple beneath the layers, and he strummed it to life, causing it to grow hard and ready.
He tweaked the stiff nub between his thumb and forefinger, and Eva couldn’t hold back the whimper of surprised pleasure. She’d felt that, she’d really felt that. Somewhere deep in her core, she felt a stream begin to bubble and fill up to overflowing.
“You don’t want me stop, Eva,” he told her firmly, his voice so thick it was unrecognizable. She could even hear the harsh hissing of his breath as he strove for control. “Your body certainly doesn’t want me to stop. It wants me to touch you here…and here.” He caressed her breasts with a would-be lover’s ardor. He molded the giving curves and drew in a breath as she spilled willingly in his palm.
When he released her, it was to edge lower, down to lift away the hem of her dress. Eva strained against him, her hands twitching beneath his strong grip above her head. But she couldn’t get away, couldn’t stop him from dipping his fingers in between her legs, seeking past the line of her panties to her quivering slit beneath.
Holy cow, she thought in a daze, feeling her pussy mound swell and throb beneath his fingers. First, he traced his fingertips along her puffy lips, making her buck involuntarily into his hand. Then he dipped in with two fingers, sliding in demandingly and then retreating. In, then out. And in again.
Eva’s head was spinning and it was like all this was happening to a separate person’s body. Because she couldn’t believe those quivers, those bolts of pleasure, were happening to her. That those somewhat erotically obscene slosh, slosh sounds were coming from her body.
“What’s…is that me?” she asked on a gasp, as his fingers sunk into her walls again and again, ripping out her ecstasy to the surface.
“All you,” Max growled, his fingers speeding faster till the sounds became unmistakable, undeniable. Eva threw her head back against the wall and groaned and groaned. She’d never, ever felt so moist in her life before. Certainly not from a few kisses and a twist of her nipple. What was this man doing to her?
She didn’t know, but one thing was for sure: this was how it should be. This was what a lover’s touch should bring one to; right up to the edge of desire.
And Eva could no longer deny that she desired this – desired Max. In every way.
She stared deeply into his eyes, now so dark they were almost black as they blazed right before her. Shuddering, she leaned into him, drinking in the sensation of his wonderful touch, pleasuring her in ways she’d never dreamed.
“I want you,” she said softly but clearly, gazing up into his eyes. “Take me, Max. Take me now.”
*
He’d groaned deep in his throat when she’d said those words, and then he’d swung her into his arms.
Nudging the bedroom door open with his broad shoulder, he carried her to the silk-laid bed which lay wide and inviting.
There, on the sheets, he kissed her. And she kissed him back like she’d never kissed anyone before.
