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“I want you.” His fingers curl around a few strands of my hair, and then he cups the back of my head. “You’re so beautiful, Emilia.” Then he seals his mouth over mine. His tongue invites mine to a ferocious dance, one to which I give in willingly—almost desperately. All my senses are hyperalert, as if the sheer power of his kiss has awakened them to life. The scent of his skin is intoxicating, the heat of it almost too much to bear. Even this—lovemaking—is different tonight. With every touch and every word, he reaches deeper inside me, in places I haven’t allowed anyone. But I welcome him, and I hope he’ll stay forever.
Abruptly, he pulls back, his hands feverishly undoing the clasp of my bra. I sigh as my breasts spill free from the confines of the fabric. Max wastes no time, running his thumb around one nipple while licking around the other one. And damn, that tongue of his is magic. He descends further down with his mouth on the valley between my breasts, stopping at my navel. His hands tug at the hem of my panties. I have the slight suspicion he’d like nothing better than to yank them down, but for some reason holds back.
“You soaked through your thong,” he groans, his gaze zeroing on the spot between my legs. I open my legs further as an invitation. Max strokes me with one finger, and feeling the drenched fabric against my sensitive skin is too much. My hips arch off the bed, seeking reprieve.
“Max…,” I whisper, needing his touch. Wordlessly he peels off my panties, doing it slowly, teasing me. When I’m finally completely naked before him, he gives me a once-over.
“I will make you feel so good.” Lowering his head, he peppers kisses on my inner thighs, drawing little circles with his tongue, inching closer and closer to my slick spot. He lashes his tongue once over my folds, and I quiver. When he takes the ripe flesh between his lips, suckling gently on it, I nearly come out of my skin.
“Max, ah!” Words escape me as I’m lost to sensation, a million daggers of pleasure searing me. When his thumb circles my clit, I’m nearly delirious. “This is. Yeah… perfect.” He dips his tongue once inside me, and then again. I fist the sheets with both hands to keep myself from doing something crazy… like making love to his mouth, or entire face.
I needn’t have worried, because Max pulls away, leaving me cold and aching for him.
“You going to get rid of those boxers or what?” I tease.
He tilts his head to one side, as if considering not to. Oh hell, if he plans to torture me some more, I’ll rip those boxers off him myself. But Max is a smart man, and as usual, seems to be reading my thoughts. So he drops his boxers, putting a condom over his length. I lick my lips at the sight of his thick shaft.
Bringing his erection dangerously close to my entrance, he rubs himself against my inner thigh. I shiver as I feel his hot, hard length against my skin. Watching me straight in the eyes, he drags his tip up to my clit, circling it once. Energy strums through me, manifesting in a shiver that makes me quiver from head to toe.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper. “I ache, Max.”
He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing down. And then he enters me to the hilt in one swift move. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming
me.
“You’re so big,” I whisper as my insides stretch around him. When I hear him chuckle, I blink my eyes open. He watches me with a playful expression.
“You definitely know what I want to hear.” Leaning forward over me, he levels himself on his forearms and eases himself in and out of me in a maddening rhythm. “You like it deep, and wild and fast.”
“Yes.” Wrapping my legs around him, I dig my heels into his ass cheeks, pushing him closer to me.
He cups my jaw, giving me a chaste kiss. Looking me in the eyes, he changes the rhythm, easing in and out of me slowly. Needing to touch as much of him as I can, I place my palms on his chest, feeling the way his hard muscles flex as he makes sweet love to me.
“I feel closer to you tonight than before, Emilia,” he whispers. In his eyes, I see the same array of emotions running through me: love, fear, uncertainty, and a wish to be all in. It’s more than either of us was banking on, but it’s wonderful.
“Me too.”
My release builds slowly, starting from my center and firing up all my nerve endings, sending my vision and all of my senses into a tailspin.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Emilia
I wake up alone the next morning, and briefly wonder if Max is trying to cook breakfast again. No smell of burned food lingers in the air though, so I suppose all is right. Muffled words reach my ears, and I realize Max must be on the balcony, even though I can’t see him on the portion of the balcony that stretches in front of the bedroom.
Whistling to a catchy tune I heard yesterday on the radio, I leave the bed. After a quick shower, I realize my clothes are in the living room, and if I’m honest, I’m in no mood to wear them right now. But I can’t join Max on the balcony stark naked. Hmm. I might not have any clothes here, but Max has a closet full of them. Time to… borrow some.
After searching for a good fifteen minutes, I end up wearing a white office shirt. Since it’s large enough for two of me, I roll the sleeves to my elbows and wrap a belt around my middle. The shirt is long enough that it covers my butt almost completely, leaving only a tiny spec of ass cheeks visible. Perfect for not attracting stares from neighbors, and for tempting my man.
When I enter the living room, Max is sitting on the sofa, reading on his laptop. I walk on my tiptoes, wanting to surprise him, but he catches me midstride.
“You wear my clothes well.”
“How did you know I was here?” I ask, pouting.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “I have an Emilia sensor. Goes off whenever you’re nearby.”
“Really? Where is it, if I may ask?”
