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“Talk to me, beautiful.”
“I’m too embarrassed.” It was as if my recurring dream and sexual fantasies had somehow gotten locked inside the wrong person.
“I don’t know why. Listening to you was the most unexpectedly hot thing I’ve done in, maybe, ever.”
“Really?”
He moved the top pillow so he could look at me.
“Absolutely.”
“Then why are you so reluctant to touch me?”
“There are a lot of reasons, but the biggest is you waited three dates and still hadn’t slept with Shawn, so it’s clear sex is not something you treat casually.”
“It wasn’t the sex I was waiting for. It was the comfort and trust. And after three dates, I wasn’t getting it from Shawn. I have both with you.”
He looked conflicted, but then smirked. “Remember when I said this bed was a no-sex bed?”
My lips tipped up in a smile. “I do.”
“I lied. I need more of you.”
My head nodded. I think from this point forward, I’d only nod yes with this man.
Max moved quickly to toss both pillows onto the floor and pulled me into the center of the bed. Next, he tugged down my boy shorts.
“Take off your T-shirt, beautiful. I need you naked.”
I was thankful he left the lights off. The moonlight was softer. My body shivered at the way he was so focused on me. The way his voice betrayed his need. As soon as my shirt was gone, he hooked my thong with both thumbs and slid it down my legs. He held the lacy scrap in his hands, the significance not dawning on me until he reached up and bound my hands with it. Fuck. He’d not only tied me up with my thong, he’d also recreated the details I’d given him from my dream. I was ready to combust on the spot.
His eyes locked on mine. Although he was still wearing his boxers, I’d glimpsed the outline of his erection. “Did you finish before?” It occurred to me I hadn’t bothered to ask yet, being so caught up in my own orgasm.
He glanced up, the dimples in full effect. “Not yet. Plenty of time.”
I was about to ask another question, but all thought ceased once his mouth descended. His tongue ran my length. Another orgasm wasn’t his goal, however. Not yet. Instead he lapped up the evidence of my last one first as if he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t start with one finger, but with three entering me slowly.
“Squeeze me.”
I did as he asked, loving the hiss of his breath at the action. As soon as I relaxed again, he went to work, curling his fingers up toward my outer wall while descending on my clit like a master of all things pussy. His tongue was diabolical.
I’d often thought a man had no real chance of living up to a vibrator when it came to clitoral stimulation, but I was proved oh, so wrong. Max wasn’t like the previous boys I’d been with who licked around and hoped they hit the right spot. Nope, he lasered in like a pilot on a target. He might as well have delivered a bomb, he destroyed me so completely.
By the time I opened my eyes and recovered coherent thought, Max was up on his knees, watching me.
“How am I doing for a supposed gay man?” His fingers were still very much inside of me, languidly moving through my wetness.
“It wasn’t me who thought you— Oh, God, that feels good.” He pressed on my clit with his thumb while working his fingers inside of me.
“For the record, I’m not gay. Or bisexual, or been in the CIA undercover for the last ten years protecting my family by staying away.”
I chuckled at the myriad of rumors he was concocting about why he’d broken with his parents. But then I voiced my earlier insecurity. “I thought maybe you weren’t into me.”
“I’m literally in you.”
My eyes rolled at his bad joke.
Chapter Ten
