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In an instant, my cock is swelling beneath her, ready to feel her from the inside. Her quick intake of breath tells me she can feel it pressing up between her ass cheeks, and her hips rock softly on top of me.
Thisis what I’ve been building up to all evening.
Now that we’re alone once more, the real celebration can begin.
26
HEIDI
The way Maks kisses me turns me molten with desire, and I don’t hesitate to eagerly return his attention. It relieves me to know he considers tonight a celebration. It’s not intended to be more than that. And I like that Maks would choose to celebrate closing on a business deal with me when he could have chosen to grab drinks or go all out with his brothers instead. They’re business partners, after all.
But he chose to spend time with me, and somewhere deep inside, that gives me confirmation that he feels the connection between us that has drawn me to him from the very beginning.
Without breaking our kiss, Maks sets aside his champagne flute. Then his strong hands travel down my sides, exploring my flesh on his way to my hips. His fingers press into my hips, and I groan, rocking forward instinctively as he triggers a fresh wave of arousal.
I can feel his silken cockhead pressing against me, ready to slide inside me as soon as I lift my hips. Combing my fingers into his hair, I deepen the kiss at the same time, tipping his head back as I rise off his lap.
As I sink back down, Maks guides his thick erection to my slick entrance. Something about the heat of the water, the crisp coldness of the champagne, and the dark night enveloping us in a small, blue-lit world sets my senses alive. I feel every inch of him pressing inside me as I lower myself onto his cock.
A grumbling growl issues from low in Maks’s throat, and his arms snake around my waist, forming an iron cage around me. The warmth and security of it makes my heart pound, and I rock on top of him, slowly riding him as our make-out session turns into something far more erotic and sensual.
I’ve never done anything like this—sex outside, in a hotel hot tub, trying to be quiet in case anyone else is enjoying their patio as well. Thankfully, each room’s deck seems to be thoroughly enclosed, so no one would even know we’re here—as long as I can stay quiet.
But it feels so good, the way Maks and I are intertwined, his tattooed skin brushing against mine and creating a tantalizing stimulation. The water only seems to intensify the feeling, and as he slides in and out of my depths, I can hardly catch my breath.
“I hope you hadn’t planned on sleeping tonight,” he rasps against my lips, “because I intend to keep you very busy.”
The warning sends a delicious shiver down my spine, making my nipples harden despite the intense warmth, and I roll my hips more forcefully. His rock-hard excitement presses deeper inside me, hitting that spot that drives me wild.
I like that we have no deadline—no time that we need to call it quits. We haven’t yet explored whether there is an end to this insatiable hunger, and I’m more than ready to find out.
“Good,” I breathe, and I start to ride him harder.
Powerful arms keep me on rhythm, guiding my weightless body as Maks gives as good as he receives. Tingling excitement raises goosebumps across my shoulders, and the contrast of my body’s response and the hot water enveloping my taut breasts only increases the pleasure.
Whimpering with the intensity of my need, I keep our lips locked, trying to muffle the sound. But even though we’re not using toys and bondage, I find myself hovering dangerously close to climax just from the euphoria of Maks inside me.
His grunting breaths sound so loud over the soft, roiling bubbles of the jacuzzi, and that, too, sends excitement zinging through my veins. Though I’m fully protected against pregnancy now, it still fills me with nervous anticipation to think of Maks coming inside me.
The thought of it is all it takes to launch me over the cliff. Crying softly against his lips, I come on top of Maks, my walls clamping around his hard cock, my clit throbbing against him. A shudder ripples down his body, and he groans, the sound pained.
Slowly, I come to a stop, my panting breaths crashing between us as I melt against his chest. Tingling euphoria ripples through my body, making my fingers and toes deliciously numb. Then a giddy sense of lightheadedness takes over as the heat overwhelms me.
As if sensing my shift in energy, Maks eases out of me and shifts my body until I’m cradled like a bride against his chest. Then he lifts me from the water to carry me inside. The cool air washes over me, raising goosebumps on my flesh once more as it provides me with immediate relief.
It doesn’t matter that we’re both dripping wet. As soon as we’re inside the room, Maks lays me on the bed, falling on top of me a moment later. His strong arms envelop me in the perfect amount of warmth, his chest a sturdy blanket pinning me to the earth. The world stops spinning as my pulse calms.
Maks’s lips explore my body, starting with my throat and traveling down my chest to my navel. “Stay,” he commands, and a moment later, his weight shifts off the bed.
I watch him drowsily, my brain foggy with the perfect cocktail of pampering, wine, and sexual relief. Rolling onto my side, I watch him with hooded eyelids, admiring the way his muscles flex and bunch as he stalks across the room.
He vanishes onto the patio once more, and I’m half tempted to follow him. But he told me to stay put, so I do, fresh anticipation bubbling in my belly. A moment later, he comes back in with the open bottle of champagne resting in its ice bucket.
His eyes take in my casual position, my head propped on my palm as I recline on my side, and his fiery gaze combs appreciatively over the curve of my hips. I love the way they light with a renewed appetite.
He sets the champagne bucket next to the bed, and only then do I notice his tie folded in the palm of his hand. Leaning in, he steals a kiss, taking my breath away as he guides me gently onto my back.
Then his hands find mine, and he guides them up over my head. Silky fabric encircles my wrists, and Maks turns his attention to tying me up, and my stomach flip-flops at the intent expression on his masculine face.
