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“Patience, love.”
Desire had deepened his voice, but he still seemed impossibly in control. It was driving her mad to know he was winning, but she wasn’t quite sure there was a damn thing she could do about it. And even scarier was the fact she didn’t want to. Somehow, he was slipping beneath every defense she had, right into her heart.
She wasn’t given time to think of what was going on in her bed beyond their lovemaking. Max leaned forward and began to nibble on the tender skin just below her jawline. All the panic that had been threatening melted as he moved his mouth over her skin. With tender care, he slowly traveled down her neck then her shoulders. With each touch of his lips…his tongue…her control slipped. There was something different about this, about the way he touched her. It was sensual as always, but it was as if he treasured the act of tasting her skin.
Again, as if he sensed her worry, he moved to her breasts, sliding his tongue over the top of them, then between before capturing a nipple with his mouth. Heat that had been simmering since he stripped her down after returning from their dinner, boiled over. Another gush of hot liquid filled her sex. He said nothing but moved to her other nipple, nipping, licking…
She shifted, trying to ease the pressure building between her legs, causing Max to stop.
“Uh, uh, uh, Anna. No moving around. When you agreed to this, you said you could handle anything.”
Immediately, she stilled. He said nothing but offered her a small smile as he moved down her torso. The scrape of his teeth against the underside of her breast had her sucking in a breath. He nipped at the flesh above her bellybutton. She automatically tightened her ab muscles. When his tongue dipped in, then out, she almost screamed, but she again pressed her lips together.
He slid down her body further, kissing right above her pussy. Anticipation had another rush of wet heat filling her, but he moved to her inner thigh. Settling between her legs, he moved his hands beneath her thighs. With deliberate precision, he kissed and licked his way down her thigh then switched to her other, giving it the same attention.
He held his mouth inches from her sex. The heat of his breath warmed her skin the moment before she felt his tongue slip down her slit, then dip in, barely brushing against her clit. The slight touch sent another tremor through her, almost cracking her resolve not to submit. Curling her fingers into her palms, she drew in a deep breath. He continued the torture. Up, over and in, just enough to drive her crazy. All the while, his fingers caressed her outer thighs. The combination was devastating her senses. The only thought she had was surrender.
“Max.”
He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with passion, though there was an air of complete control about him, something she should probably resent, but she didn’t. All she cared about was relief. Beyond that, nothing mattered.
Without taking his gaze from hers, he leaned forward, pressed his mouth against her heated core and hummed. The vibration of it wound through her, sending a tremor of heat racing through her veins. She arched her back, ignoring his warning tsk. If she didn’t do something, she would combust right there on the bed.
He moved his mouth over her sex, adding a finger, pushing high, deep, as he brushed his tongue over her clit. The pressure built to an almost unbearable level.
When she thought she would explode, when she was a hairsbreadth away from releasing all that delicious tension, he pulled away from her. Frustrated, she growled. His chuckle irritated and aroused her at the same time.
“Give?”
She opened her mouth to offer him a piece of her mind, but the tender look he gave her, the warmth of his eyes and the desire she saw shimmering there had her melting completely.
At that moment, she didn’t give a damn about winning, about being the one who could resist. All that was important, all that she cared about was losing herself there, in that warmth.
“Yes.”
He offered her a cocky grin then slid a finger into her again, this time pushing his thumb against her clit. She closed her eyes as his mouth covered her again. In the next instant she was dissolving, screaming his name as she came apart. Even before she’d recovered, he was sliding up her body, taking her mouth. She tasted herself as his tongue dove in between her lips. As her body started to relax, he moved away from her.
Max pulled himself up on his knees and said, “Look at me.”
It took some effort, but she opened her eyes. The intensity in his gaze almost stole her breath.
“I want to see your eyes when you come.” Arousal had deepened his voice, and for the first time, she saw the strain to keep himself in check. “I want to see just how you look as you come apart for me again, Anna.”
Without breaking eye contact, he took her hips in his hands, entering her with one hard thrust. He groaned her name as he pulled back and pushed in again. The panic that had dissolved earlier came rushing back. He was controlling her with pleasure, and she was allowing it. She’d given him the reins, opened herself to him to control. But in the next instant, he was moving, and damn it all, she lost herself to the feel of him inside her, the passion she saw in his eyes.
With slow, measured thrusts, he built the tension again, pushing her higher, further, never taking his gaze from hers. Fire lit through her, danced along her nerve endings. Soon, his rhythm increased as he pushed deeper each time he entered her. It didn’t take long before he sent her hurdling over the edge again, her body shuddering as she moaned his name. But even as she came, he continued his movement, harder, faster, causing another orgasm to crash through on the heels of the last one.
This time he joined her, his gaze going blurry with his release, her name on his lips as he leaned forward to kiss her. She was still shivering from her last orgasm as he collapsed on top of her. The only sound in the room was their breathing, and their hearts beating.
Seconds…or maybe minutes later he rose to one elbow, looked down at her and smiled. But it wasn’t a smile of the conqueror—the one who had won the game. It was filled with tenderness. He pushed a few curls out of her face, and then brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. Without a word, he undid the knot in her stockings, releasing her hands.
Pain shot through her arms as she moved. She groaned and winced as she lowered her arms, rolling her shoulders, trying to work out some of the aches. Max pulled her closer, sliding his hands down her back, resting on her rear end. She snuggled close, enjoying the heat of him, the scent of passion still lingering.
“Ah, babe, I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing one of her arms. “How about a nice warm bath?”
She licked his nipple. “As long as I don’t have to take it alone.”
He chuckled. “You got it.”
