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“I’m too heavy for you to carry.”
He quirked an eyebrow and smiled at her. “I think I’ve proven you wrong there, Anna. You weigh next to nothing. Besides, doesn’t every woman want to be carried up the stairs like Scarlett? Hell, we live in Georgia. It’s a rule.”
Anna chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers played with his hair. The touch had his dick twitching. After undoing a few shirt buttons, she ducked her head and, a moment later, her tongue slid across his nipple. Max almost dropped her when he felt the scrape of teeth over the tip. He took the stairs two at a time and headed to her bedroom. He paused at the doorway.
Since she’d bought the house three years ago, Max had only been in her bedroom once, before she moved in. Before she bought her bed.
The massive king-sized bed dominated the bedroom. He’d actually gone with her when she’d bought it. It had been a test of wills for him. She’d jumped on the bed, smiling up at him, her dark red curls bouncing as she checked out the mattress. The image of joining her on that bed, bringing a smile to her face like that, almost made him pass out at the time. It took every bit of self-control for him not to jump on that bed, in the middle of the store on a Saturday, and strip her naked. Because of that, he knew never to enter her bedroom. If he had, he wouldn’t have let her out of the bed until she could barely walk.
The barriers were gone now. Thanks to two broken relationships and a lot of tequila, Max could throw her on that bed and do what he’d been dreaming about for years. Determinedly, he stepped across the threshold and did just that.
Surprise and pleasure filled her gasp. Anna landed in the center of the purple comforter. Her legs were spread, and Max caught a glimpse of her bare pussy. Her pink, pouty lips still glistened with her arousal. Another surge of lust pounded through his veins. His balls tightened as Anna rested back on her elbows against the multiple pillows, raising her legs and parting them further for a better view.
Jesus.
Max stepped forward and practically tripped over his own feet. She laughed. Anna had a husky laugh that sank into his bones every time he heard it. With her almost naked, it made him almost insane. Max shuddered. Primitive urgings raced through him, heating his blood to boiling. He wanted—no needed—to make her his. He pulled off his clothes, throwing them on the floor behind him. She still wore her skirt, so he grabbed the waistband and yanked it off her. He joined her on the bed, serious in his expression, in his actions.
Max settled atop her, the warmth of her sex heating his cock. He closed his eyes and slid his shaft along her slick folds.
Anna hummed. The sound vibrated through her to him. He lifted his upper body, resting his weight on his elbows.
The sight of her simple little smile shot right into his chest. Her rebellious curls flowed around her, contrasting with the pale pink pillowcase. The scent of aroused woman surrounded him.
“You feel good, Max. Very, very good.”
She moved her hips in rhythm with him, humming all the while. Warmth curled in his stomach, crept up into his chest and coiled right into his heart. Before Max could come to terms with what that meant, with what would come to pass from their actions, Anna slipped her legs around his waist.
“Maxwell, hon.” A mixture of sexual longing and frustration colored her voice. Irritated amusement filled him. The woman was trying to control everything. Again.
Before she could assume command of the pace of their lovemaking, he broke free of her legs. Kneeling on the bed, Max looked down at her. The little frown marring her face almost made him laugh. His Anna was a demanding wench. Anna was used to getting her way. She liked controlling those little boys she dated.
“Max, what the—”
Before she had a chance to complain, Max captured her hips, then flipped her over to her stomach. She let out a screech, muffled by the pillows.
Anna tried to boost herself up, but he rested his hand in the center of her back. He grabbed pillows with his other hand.
“Get up on your knees,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. She hesitated, for just a second, and it aggravated him. But she soon obliged him, lifting herself to her knees. He shoved the pillow beneath her pelvis. Max settled on top of her, sliding his penis between the cheeks of her ass. Her hair tickled his chest.
“Now,” he whispered in her ear, “for once you are going to let someone else handle things.”
Anna shivered. Not from cold, he was sure, but from desire. His balls tightened in anticipation.
He moved away from her. Again, she brought her hands to the mattress to lift herself, but Max smacked her ass. His hand stung from the slap. Before he could apologize, she chuckled.
She turned her head, pushed her heavy hair aside and looked back at him. Devilment sparkled in her eyes. “Maxwell, I had no idea you were naughty.” Her voice was soft and husky and perfect for the bedroom.
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
Like how badly he craved this. Being here, being the one to make her scream.
Max skimmed the backs of his fingers down her spine and stopped at the small of her back. Earlier, he hadn’t had a chance to see her completely naked, but now that he did, the rose-and-vine tattoo above her rounded ass held him mesmerized.
He traced the intricate design with the tips of his fingers. She shivered again.
“When did you get this?”
“Last fall when I went with my cousins to Hawaii. We all said we’d get them. I was the only one who did.”
