Page 45 of Written with Love

Just inside the doors, however, he turned to her and pulled her into his arms. Passion and heat. That’s what he made her feel the moment his lips touched hers.

His hands moved over her skin as she tugged his shirt over his head so she could explore those sexy muscles she’d been filming for other women to drool over. Now was her time to enjoy and explore all of him. While his hands made their way up her skirt to her thigh, she traveled down his shoulders, his arms, his chest, until she reached the button of his jeans.

His hands stilled and moved to cover hers.

“I wanted to go slow this time,” he groaned against her mouth. “To take my time enjoying every inch of you.” He started walking her back towards the bed as he removed her dress in one quick motion. “Wow.” He stilled as his eyes ran over the new undergarments that she’d bought with this moment in mind. “For me?” he asked. She nodded and smiled. His fingers trailed over the lace softly.

“Surprise.” She chuckled nervously. “I’m not sure I can do slow,” she admitted. She lifted her hands to his chest, and he lowered her down to the bed.

“Hold on to me,” he said and moved down to trace the lace with his mouth.

Keeping her hands still while he covered her and kissed her everywhere was probably the most difficult thing she’d had to do in her life. She needed to explore him and enjoy every minute of being with him again.

Then his hand moved up her thigh and his fingers brushed under her new underwear and her last bit of willpower to go slow faded. Her body jerked under his, aching for him to touch her.

“Max,” she moaned, reaching for him. “Please.”

He chuckled and she wanted to scream. Wanted to flip him over and straddle him and ride him like she did last time. But his hands moved up and gripped her wrists, holding her firm to the mattress.

“Mine,” he said as he brushed his lips across her collarbone. “My turn to send you over.” He held her down, trailing his mouth over her skin, leaving trails of goose bumps.

When his fingers brushed against her pussy, she arched into his touch. Then he slipped a finger underneath and dipped it slowly into her and a scream burst from her lips.

How did he have such power over her body?

Would it always be like this?

How in the hell was she going to tell him that she’d already fallen deeply in love with him?