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“Can’t believe you’re awarding them to yourself.” Throwing back my head, I giggle heartily.
“You’re so beautiful when you laugh.”
The air between us charges instantly, as I become acutely aware of how close to me he is. Three inches, possibly less, separate us. He rests his forehead against mine, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my bare shoulder. The skin-on-skin contact sends a jolt scissoring through me until I intimately yearn for Max. I inhale his scent, desperate for more. I need to touch him… everywhere. I can’t resist this man any longer. I want to be his. I want to know what it’s like to be loved by him. It feels right, being here with him, and I can’t be scared because something feels right.
“I can take you home,” he says in a low voice.
“No.” The small word has an atomic effect. Both our breaths grow heavier. His hand tightens on my shoulder, while my hand fists his shirt, pulling him closer to me.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.
“Are you trying to buy your way out of this?”
“No, just don’t want you to do something you might regret tomorrow.” As he moves the pad of his thumb from my shoulder down my arm, all the way to my wrist, I’m unable to hold back a moan.
“I knew you’d be all talk and no play,” I say playfully.
“Those are dangerous words to throw around.”
“I like challenging you.”
“Sweet Emilia.” He drops his head to my neck, resting his lips just above my collarbone. “I’m going to make you come hard tonight.”
Cupping my face in his hands, he pulls me in for a kiss. It starts out tender, just a brush of his lips, but it’s enough to set my nerve endings on fire. I sigh against his expert lips, hungry for more. He swipes his tongue over my lips in slow motion, making me ache everywhere for him.
“Max,” I whisper, and I feel his lips curving into a smile against mine. I open my mouth, and he dips his tongue inside, exploring me. I relish the sweet torture, sighing in his mouth. Deepening the kiss, Max pushes me on my back on the couch, frantically undoing the buttons of my shirt. He unhitches his lips from mine, descending on my jaw and then the column of my neck. After he pushes my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, being extra careful with my hurt elbow, he cups my breasts over my bra. My nipples pucker under the fabric, eager for skin-on-skin contact. Max moves one hand to the small of my back, searching for my zipper. In a matter of seconds, he pushes my skirt down, and then I’m in front of Max Bennett in my lingerie only.
“What are you thinking?” I ask as his eyes rake over my body. “You look like you’re analyzing something.”
“I am. Thinking which part of you I should start with. I want to devour every single inch of you.”
“You have big goals for tonight, mister.”
Max pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, putting his lips to my forehead. “You have no idea.”
“Show me.”
“I want you to tell me what you like, and what you need. No holding back.”
I swallow hard, nodding. Suddenly, I feel bare in front of him. “Same goes for you.”
Max leads me to his bedroom, holding my hand on the way. A shiver runs through me when I step inside, aware that another limit is blurring between us. This is his personal space. I’d inspect it more closely if I wasn’t so taken with the man in front of me, who is still fully clothed. I must remedy that immediately.
“You have too many clothes on,” I say.
“You’re welcome to start taking them off.” His eyes hold a challenge, as they always do. But the more time I spend with Max, the more I like every challenge he throws my way.
I start by removing his jacket, and then undoing the buttons of his shirt. I don’t rush through the motions, instead taking my time with each button, knowing I’m driving him crazy. When his chest is finally bare, I inhale sharply, appreciating the view in front of me. This is a fine, fine man. His torso looks sculpted. I can’t take my eyes off him, or my hands. I have a compulsive need to touch every inch of his skin, every ridge and every line. He is ripped, and feeling his chest rising up and down with frantic breaths does wicked things to me.
“I wouldn’t mind if you hurried up, love.”
“I’m taking my time,” I tease him, but I undo his belt, pushing his pants and his boxers down. Now that is a sight to behold. I sit on the bed as Max stands in front of me. I palm his erection, moving my hand up and down, dragging my thumb across the tip.
“Fuck.” Max tilts his head, and I watch his Adam’s apple dip as he swallows hard. I’ve barely moved my hand a few more times when Max pushes me to my back on the bed, climbing over me.
He kisses along my collarbone, then drags his lips across the upper slope of my breasts just where the fabric of the bra meets my skin. At the same time, he drags his fingers across my thong-covered center.
“You soaked through your panties,” he groans, intensifying the movement of his fingers. “That’s so fucking sexy. You’re sexy.”
