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“Max.”

Max looked up but didn’t stop what he was doing. He held her gaze as his mouth closed over her nipple. Anna couldn’t look away. His eyes were hot with desire, burning for her. Never had she seen such undisguised passion in a man’s eyes. Something lurked in the shadows of that passion, something more than what she bargained for. Something she made damn sure to avoid at all costs. From out of nowhere, panic rose and swirled in her chest. No one had ever looked at her that way. This was not lust. This wasn’tjustsex.

“Max.” Even Anna recognized the fear in her voice, but she didn’t care. She didn’t like her feelings this exposed. They tended to get damaged in the long run. She willed herself to close her eyes and not look, but she couldn’t. It was as if he had some kind of hold over her.

He didn’t say a word, but moved from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. The wet fabric clung to her hardened nipple. Another wave of desire flashed through her and just like that, the panic dissolved into heated passion. She closed her eyes and moaned his name. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, so right. His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. Max pulled her closer, grinding his erection against her.

Oh God, every loving inch of his shaft throbbed against her sex. Jesus, she wanted—no needed—him naked. The urge to grab hold of his shirt and rip it from his body was so strong, she had to curl her fingers into her palms to resist it. It went against every instinct she had.

The next instant, he stood, keeping her tightly clasped to his body. He placed her on the couch and stretched out on top of her. His body, hard from the physical activities he loved, pressed against her.

Anna looked at him through her lowered lashes and her breath caught in her throat. The dim candlelight accentuated the harsh bone structure of his face. Not handsome in some respects, but blatantly male. And aroused. The dark flush on his cheeks and his hot, chocolate eyes spoke of his need for her.

For her.

Max gently brushed away a few of her rebellious curls. “Tell me now. Tell me you don’t want to go through with this.” His normally rough voice had deepened and seemed to rub along her dampened flesh. “You and I both know this isn’t a good idea. But God help me, I don’t think I can stop. So, for once in your life, you need to be the one to behave. If you don’t want this, tell me now.”

His words stirred a warmth in her chest, her heart beating against her breast with…lust? No. No, that was too little a word for the feeling vibrating through her now. It almost overwhelmed her with good judgment. She squashed it, pushed it away. She couldn’t deal with that and six feet of hard male on top of her.

“You should know better than that. I can’t be the one who behaves, ever. I’ve wanted you since that first kiss, although I’m sure I didn’t know what it was I wanted. But I want you, now, here. If I don’t touch your skin in the next minute, I think I’ll die.”

Max groaned, the sound full of irritation and acceptance. Another surge of heat sped through her blood. Anna pushed her aching pussy against his hardened cock. Her pulse accelerated as she allowed her eyes to close in surrender.

His hands went to the bottom of her shirt. As he curled his fingers beneath the fabric, the tips brushed against her skin. In one quick move, he yanked off the shirt. She shivered as cool air flowed over her heated skin. Max took a shuddering breath, and she opened her eyes. His gaze was fixated on her bare breasts. Anna hadn’t worn a bra that evening. The warmth tripled in his eyes and her nipples tingled in response. She’d been the object of desire for men before, but this was Max. The one man she compared all her lovers to and found them lacking. Hot cream flooded her sex, wetting her for his entry.

Anna watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face, confusion and regret the two that seemed to dominate. She worried his hesitation meant he was having second thoughts. Then, Max lifted himself off her. He’d come to his senses, or at least sobered up a bit and knew she wasn’t someone he wanted to mess with. Disappointment welled up and almost choked her. Blinking to hold back the tears she knew would spill, Anna looked away to avoid the embarrassment of being rejected. She wouldn’t allow him to be the one to call it off though. She wanted to spare herself the pain of being cast off—again.

She swallowed the lump of disappointment that clawed at her throat. “Listen, it’s okay—”

The sound of his zipper sliding down stopped her. She whipped her head around in time to watch him drop his wallet on her coffee table. It landed next to one of her grandmother’s candlesticks, the vibration tipping it over. It crashed almost unnoticed by either of them. Her gaze traveled off his body to his face. Determination shone in his eyes as his jaw flexed.

Desire had hardened his voice, adding a dangerous edge to it. Just hearing it made her shiver.

Another flood of juice filled her sex as he released his cock from his pants. Max was bigger than average, just as she had predicted. His penis jutted out from a nest of curling dark blond hair. He stroked himself, from the base up to the engorged head. Anna wanted to put her mouth there. Wanted to suck him dry and have him come in her mouth. The image that thought produced had her pushing herself up on her elbows, but he gently stayed her with his other hand as he continued to stroke his cock. Anna licked her lips.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m about to come as it is. If you suck me, I’ll lose all control.”

She pushed her bottom lip out into a pout, more than a little disappointed at being thwarted. “But losing control is fun, Max.”

Max smiled and shook his head but said nothing. He pulled several condoms out of his wallet, ripping one off and dropping the rest on the coffee table. After opening the wrapper, he took out the condom and rolled it down the impressive length of his cock. Every bit of moisture in her mouth evaporated. The next moment, he tugged up her skirt, and his nostrils flared at the sight of her bare pussy, drenched in her juices.

A bark of laughter filled the silence. “I should have known you’d be shaved.”

He reached down, sliding his finger against her slit. Lifting his hand, he sucked on his index finger. “Damn, that’s good.”

She’d never seen anything so basic, so primal, in her life, not during sex at least. Fun, raunchy, that she’d had before. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing but there was nothing she could do. Even if she wanted to deny the possessiveness she saw in his eyes, she couldn’t. For Max, sex wasn’t a game as it had been with every other lover she’d had. For him, Anna knew that conquering her in every way possible was just as important.

Another look she couldn’t comprehend passed over his face as he continued to watch her. Before she had time to sort out all the conflicting emotions, he was on top of her, his cock hot and vibrating against her sex.

“Oh, Jesus.” She didn’t know if she was saying a prayer or just overwhelmed.

He kissed her neck, her breast, his tongue gliding over the tip of her nipple, then moving to her lips. She opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of her mouth as he slid his dick against her pussy. With each upstroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.

While Max continued his assault on her mouth, he pinched first one nipple, then the other. The delicious pain heightened her arousal. Not able to hold back, Anna closed her eyes and sobbed his name. Sex had always been good for her, but never in her life had this level of anticipation coursed through her, pushing her to do something she hadn’t done in years. Beg.

“Please, Max, now. I need your cock inside me.”

Her voice was hoarse with desire. Every nerve ending in her sex pulsed with need. If she didn’t have him now, she’d have to hurt him physically.

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