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The growl formed in his throat again. It was hot as hell and ramped up my need for him even higher. Max had always been intense, but this Max was intimidating. Maybe even a little bit scary.
I’d had sex before. It wasn’t a mystery to me, but this felt new. I felt like a virgin again, waiting to experience something life-changing, and I knew my life would change the moment he slid inside me.
I captured his lips again, just as he wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me against him. This kiss was harder than our previous lip locks, deeper, more intimate. But just as quickly as he gave in to my coaxing, he pulled away.
Pressing his forehead against mine, he whispered, “You know this isn’t why I’m here, right?”
I did. I thought he had offered to help me with the list in a weird desire to atone for being selfish, but that theory had been burned once he’d brought me to the gala. Selfishness wasn’t in his blood. But right now his reasons didn’t matter—this is what I wanted.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward me, smashing my mouth to his. That was the only answer he was getting. My mind was a blurred mess of desire and I had no room for forming coherent sentences.
He moved on top of me and I moaned, his weight exactly what I wanted, what I needed. With his hand fisted in my hair, he slipped his tongue between my lips. With every movement of it, I remembered what he’d done with it between my legs, how he’d brought me to such an intense orgasm.
I pushed up, wanting to participate, wanting not to miss a moment of this experience, but he kept me down.
With his face against my neck he whispered, “I love how you smell. Citrus.” He inhaled against my neck. “Always citrus.”
Max Levin didn’t seem like the type to take this slow and steady. He was a wham, bam, thank-you-ma’am type of guy—I just knew it.
“I want to have sex.” And I wanted it to be good. As good as any of the sex he’d had with other women. “I have condoms.” I pointed to my nightstand.
He laughed. Actually laughed at me.
I grunted my distaste. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” I tried to wiggle out from under him, but he held me down with his hips.
Damn you, Grace. I voice my sexual desires and I get laughed at.
I thought I had read him right. I was convinced he wanted me. He’d told me as much. Knowing jacked up my libido, made me want things that I’d never wanted with another person. Made me want to do things, made me want him to do things to me…dirty things. Fun things. All. The. Things.
I squealed when I was whipped off the mattress and I somehow straddled his body. He ground his pelvis against my core and the strength of his erection elicited a gasp.
“I want to.” He pulled me down, resting my forehead against his. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.”
I wasn’t sexy. I didn’t pretend to be. I was me. Everly Parker. All 34B, with no curves, and cotton underwear. He wanted me anyway, and because of that, I felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
I reached into the nightstand and pulled out the box that was still brand new.
Please don’t be expired. Please don’t be expired.
I checked the date. I couldn’t stop the exclamation that escaped my lips. “Yes!” I looked down at him. “It’s been a while.”
He placed his fingers on the box and tilted it toward him. “The box is brand new.”
“A really long while.”
“In that case, Ms. Parker…” He opened it, ripping a purple packet from its strip. “Allow me.”
With the open box on the nightstand and the packet in one hand, he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down. Without hesitation, he took my mouth. Possessed it. Owned it. And I let him.
His hands found their way to my shoulders and pushed my shirt down my arms. Immediately gooseflesh broke out across my skin, and my nipples hardened. Over the cotton, he traced the outline of the hard beads, but only for a moment, preferring to release the clasp at the back.
He sat up, taking one pert nipple into his mouth. The simple touch of his tongue sent a shiver through my body and I responded with a gasp as my head fell back. I arched into him, his big hands kneading my hips, his lips and tongue sucking and licking, hitting every pleasurable spot on my chest. Although I had a feeling every pore on my body was a pleasure spot where Max was concerned.
I gripped his hair and pulled him closer. That only intensified his actions, each pull on my nipple zinging straight to my clit.
“I don’t know what’s happening…” My head spun, like it always did when I was with him, but right now, I couldn’t get my bearings. I was spinning out of control and I needed something to ground me. “The minute you walk into proximity, my body responds. And I just want to…” Right now sex trumped everything. All I wanted was for Max to make me feel good. “God, I just want you to devour me.”
Our eyes locked and in that moment, there was nothing else. No overbearing parents. No expectations. No papers or exams. No porn. It was just him and me, and the overwhelming need that coiled inside my stomach wanting desperately to break free.
