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He pulled her into his arms with one arm around her waist. Their hips nestled nicely together and she felt the ridge of his erection against her lower belly. She hadn’t realized how turned on he was. He’d seemed so chill and relaxed but there was a tension in his body that told her he wanted her.
She linked her hands around his neck and stared up into those bright blue eyes of his. As she’d learned tonight there was much more to Max than the billionaire businessman and investor. He was private about his family, but she could tell there were hidden depths to him. He was complicated and complex like every human was, she thought, but it would be so much simpler to just think of him as a hottie she was hooking up with instead of this complex man who she was coming to care for.
He brought his mouth down on hers, not hard but gently, his lips moving back and forth against hers until she opened her lips and invited him deeper. His kisses left room for nothing other than experiencing his embrace. She wasn’t going to debate who he was or if this was wise while he was kissing her. His tongue plunged into her mouth as his hand slid down her back and cupped her butt, lifting her more fully into him. His erection rubbed the top of her feminine center and she lifted her leg, wrapping her thigh around his hip to try to get closer to him.
His other hand moved up her back and tangled in her hair, which was now falling around her shoulders. It was thick and curly and she felt his fingers tangling in it. Then his palm was against the back of her head as he arched her backward and deepened the kiss.
She shivered with need when he lifted his head and looked down at her. There was raw desire in his look and she knew it mirrored what she craved from him.
She reached between them, wanting to touch him. Wanting him to be naked so she could feel him pressed all along her bare body. Wanting this to both go as quickly as possible so he’d be part of her and also wanting it to last forever.
Because it was Max and because it had been so long.
She needed this more than she’d realized, she thought, watching her hands shake as she reached for the hem of his sweater. He straightened and pulled it over his head and tossed it aside before doing the same to the tunic sweater she wore. He touched her waist and then caressed her torso with the lightest touch. She wore a plain cotton bra in a nude tone that matched her skin, having thrown away all of her lingerie before she’d come to Texas. Her artist self was so tied to the core of who she was that it was only by letting go of everything that she could start over. Blank-slate bedroom, beige underwear, slicked-back hair…these were her outward image and empty canvas. A chance for her to reweave the tapestry of her life and maybe not make the same mistakes she had before. She’d shed that woman of old, hoping to get rid of the negativity she’d felt about herself.
But only now as his hands were moving over her and he was looking at her as if she were the thing he desired most, she realized she’d also thrown away her passion and her zest for living and that she was going to take both of them back tonight. With Max.
*
Max hadn’t expectedthe laughter and the lightness that being with Angelica was bringing. He wanted her more than he wanted to draw his next breath so he was focused on bringing her to the pinnacle of need and want. He liked the control he had over this encounter, especially after earlier in his car when he’d felt none.
Her hands were trembling, her skin was slightly flushed as she stood there under his touch. Her shoulders were back. Her breasts—encased in one of the plainest bras he’d ever seen—were full. She had a tiny nipped-in waist that he’d noticed at his party when she’d taken off her suit jacket. Her hips were full and curvy and her legs looked long in the slim-fitting jeans she wore. She was tall for a woman but as he was six five she only came to his shoulders. She watched him with eyes that looked hungry.
He felt her hands on his own chest. Her fingers running over the padded muscles on his pecs and through the light dusting of hair on it. He stood still and let her caress him, even though his dick was so hard he thought he might come before he got her naked and was inside her. But he let her take her time touching him. Her fingers moved down his abdomen, following the narrowing line of hair until she reached the fabric of the waistband of his jeans.
She slipped her finger under it; he felt the touch of her finger on the tip of his cock and his hips jerked forward. He pulled her hand from his pants and reached behind her to undo her bra with one hand. He pulled it off her body and tossed it aside. She reached for him again, but he took her wrists in his hands and held them away from her body. He noticed that her nipples were a dusky-rose color and they were hard. He leaned down and breathed on one before sucking it into his mouth. She arched her back and let out a low moan as he did so.
She rotated her wrists in his grip, trying to get free, but he liked this. Needed to be in control for as long as he could be. And if she touched him that was only going to be about a nanosecond.
He kissed his way over to her other breast and suckled that one as well. She moved her legs restlessly and tugged, trying to free her wrists again. “Max…”
He lifted his head, deliberately blowing on her nipple as he did so and watching the sensual shiver that went through her entire body before he stood and looked down at her.
“Yes?”
“I want to touch you,” she said. “Let my hands go.”
“Not yet.”
Gently so it didn’t hurt her he brought both of her hands together behind her back, which forced her breasts forward toward him. He leaned down and buried his face in her cleavage as he took both of her wrists in one of his hands. Then he lifted her off her feet with his arm around her waist and carried her to the bed. He set her down on it and stood back. She reached for him and since he stood between her spread legs on the side of the bed, her hands went to the fastening of his jeans. She undid the button and then lowered the zipper. He felt her touch over his erection where it strained against the cotton of his boxer briefs.
She stroked him through the fabric and it felt so damned good that he stood there for a moment before he felt a drop of pre-cum escape him and he shifted back away from her. He stepped out of his jeans and then carefully lowered his briefs. His erection was thick and hard and he glanced around for the box of condoms, which had somehow been dropped on the floor by their sweaters and her bra.
He retrieved it and put the condom on. She had shimmied out of her leggings and panties, which he noticed matched the plain cotton bra she’d been wearing. She parted her legs as she reclined back on her elbows and watched him.
“I like the show,” she said. “Walk back to me slowly.”
He stopped where he was and then did as she asked, taking long strides back to the bed and to her. He caught her ankles in his hands and used that to bend her legs back toward her body as he bent over her and put his mouth on her center. She tasted warm. He wanted more of her and she arched her hips, her thighs closing around his head. He felt her hands in his hair as she directed him to increase the pressure of his mouth on her intimate flesh.
She called his name as he flicked his tongue over her clit, driving her higher and higher, and he heard her cries getting more frantic just before he plunged his finger into her body. Her body convulsed under his mouth and hands and he held her, driving her as high as he could with his mouth until he felt her shivering.
Her hands moved to his shoulders as she tried to draw him up her body. “Come up here. I need you inside me.”
He needed that too. He was so hard now and his control was stretched to its max but he wanted this to last longer. He let go of the one ankle he still held and kissed her stomach, let his tongue dip into her belly button as her hands moved down his back, trying to hurry him and pull him up her body. But he lingered over her midriff and then her breasts. He hadn’t spent nearly enough time caressing and suckling her breasts. But his body and Angelica’s hands urged him further up her and he promised himself the next time he made love to her, he’d spend more time caressing her breasts.
*
Angelica had definitelypicked the right man to break her dry spell with. Every touch of Max’s hands or mouth on her body just drove her higher and higher. Her orgasm had rocketed through her and left her burning and hungry for more.
