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The thought of Anna measuring men’s dicks with a ruler popped into his tequila-soaked brain. “You measure them? And how do you know how big I am?”
She stared at him for a moment. Confusion clouded her eyes, then dissolved into amusement. Her laughter filled the room.
“No, I don’t mean like that. Although you do have very large hands.” She took another shot and then shook her head. “No, I meant by the way they act.”
“Oh.” The heat of embarrassment crept up his neck and into his face. Anna had been right. He’d had too damn much to drink, especially if he was thinking about Anna measuring his dick.
“All I know about you in that regard is the way you kiss. And you’re excellent.” Anna shrugged one shoulder. “I guess everyone thinks first kisses are special, though.”
The memory he’d shoved to the back of his brain pushed forward. He’d been home after graduation, full of himself for doing it with honors. He’d come upon Anna crying over some boy. When Anna had told him she’d never even been kissed and begged him to, Max lost control and gave in to the urge that had haunted him for six months since the last time he’d seen her. He’d dreamed of that kiss, and more, every night for weeks.
Even after returning to work on his MBA, he’d been haunted by the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, and the thought of what it would have been like to sink into her heated pussy. He wanted nothing more than to possess the right to touch her and make her moan. The need to touch her had clawed inside him. It was wrong then and wrong now. He still couldn’t stop the primal animal who wanted her, especially when the sane businessman was shitfaced.
“You know, that probably was a mistake,” she said, drawing him out of his memories.
He shook his head, trying to clear the newest image he’d invented. “Mistake?”
“Yeah, you’re an excellent kisser. And then I had to go out with Tommy Reynolds later that month. He couldn’t kiss worth a damn. All spit and tongue. You’re a tough act to follow.”
The laughter faded from her eyes, replaced by something much darker. Desire so potent he felt the singe of it all the way to the soles of his feet. Blood rushed to his groin. Anna leaned closer, her wildflower scent surrounding him, arousing him. She placed her hand on the back of the couch, then lifted her leg over him and straddled his lap. Her skirt flowed over his pants. When she settled on him, the wet heat of her sex warmed his shaft. Max groaned, his body tightening in response. Her hair slid off her shoulders and brushed his chest, tickling his neck.
His lips were within inches of hers. The only thought that came to mind was taste. A stolen peach on a balmy summer morning. Sweet, delicious, irresistible. He desperately wanted to take a huge bite. She leaned closer, tempting him and driving him insane. Her tongue darted out over her plump, full lower lip. When she spoke, arousal deepened her voice. Her sweet southern accent curled around him and into his heart.
“So, Max, since you’re so good at kissing, I wondered how good you are at fucking.”
three
Anna’s bloodheated as it flowed through her like a raging river. How else could she account for the fact that she felt hot from the inside out? It had to be the fever Max caused. Otherwise, she was coming down with the mother of all bugs. She leaned her chest closer to Max, enjoying the heat of him warming her breasts. Every cell in her body throbbed with anticipation as she breathed in the familiar scent of his aftershave. Damn, she wanted to lick him up one side and down the other. Then start all over again, pausing at his most interesting spots.
“Anna.” Lust and reprimand intermingled in his voice. For some reason, it really turned her on. Made her feel…naughty. And Anna loved feeling naughty. It was one of her very favorite feelings.
“Max, really. What have we got to lose? We’re both unattached.”
“I think of you as a little sister.” His voice was as stern as his eyes, his hands fisted so tightly his knuckles were white.
For half a second, Anna’s brazen attitude fizzled as heated embarrassment held her immobile. What if she had been reading all the signs wrong? She’d been known to jump to conclusions before and wouldn’t this just be a kick in the ass. She had been drinking quite a bit of tequila. Could she have fooled her mind into thinking he wanted her because she wanted him so badly? From the moment he’d arrived that evening, Anna had wanted to strip him naked and use his body as her own personal playground. No. That wasn’t right. She’d wanted him since that first kiss years ago.
Before Anna could allow her doubts to talk her down, Max shifted his weight, and his hardened shaft brushed against her clit. They both sucked in a quick breath at the contact. Every other thought scattered at the brief contact except for one—Max wanted her. Anna longed to shout with triumph, but instead, she pressed closer, brushing her aching breasts against his chest. Heat vibrated through her, curling low in her belly.
“Now, I’ve known you for most of my life.” She gyrated her hips, pressing harder against his cock. The movement triggered another wave of heat as the length of him rubbed against her clitoris again. “And I really doubt you’d get a hard-on if you thought of me as a sibling. At least, I hope not.”
His eyes closed, and his nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath. He released a sigh filled with aggravation. “I’m not supposed to feel this way.” There was just enough petulant boy and confused man in his tone to make her smile. Poor Max. Always worried about doing the right thing.
“Really?” She rocked her hips and he growled. Triumph surged through her. “What way is that?”
His body vibrated with desire so strong Anna could feel it to the tips of her nipples. Her head buzzed with a mixture of liquor and anticipation. Anna wasn’t an inhibited person, but Max had been the exception.
Until tonight.
Until she drank too much and gathered her courage. The yearning that had started nine years ago when he kissed her bubbled up, and this time she couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop it. Fantasy became reality. She’d dreamed of this moment for so long, she couldn’t believe she finally was given what she wanted most.
Max, at her mercy.
Max opened his eyes. The color of melted milk chocolate combined with that deceptive, sleepy look always made her lose coherent thought. Especially when he focused his attention on her. He had a way of looking at her that made her think they were the only two people on Earth. All the lust darkening his gaze sent a shiver of electric current racing along her nerve endings. The heat warming her tummy slid between her legs. Moisture flooded her sex. The pressure grew stronger, sending delightful little waves of arousal threading through her body. He unclenched his fingers and grabbed her hips. Instead of pushing her away as she was sure he intended, his fingers tightened, and he pressed her closer.
Anna threw her head back as he slowly moved her over his cock. The ache in her breasts intensified as she arched her back. Max bent his head and nuzzled her breasts, his breath warming the skin beneath her shirt.
He slid his hands from her hips. One reached up to tangle in her hair, the other braced her back. A second later, warm blood shot to molten lava as his tongue circled her distended nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She shivered as his tongue moved over the tip.
