Page 101 of Maximum Dare
“Max!”
He opened his mouth and let me ease in the spoon. He chewed slowly, his expression changing from one of doubt to delight.
“It’s good, right?” I coaxed.
“Delicious.” He sounded surprised.
“I’m so happy!”
“Why did they have to call it that?”
“They called puddings ‘dick’ back in the nineteenth century.”
“I’m sure that piece of information will come in handy one day.” He pressed his lips to mine and smiled against my mouth.
I eased back a little. “See, it’s good to try something new.”
Huskily, he said, “I want to watch you eat the spotted dick now.”
I squealed with delight at his double entendre and we burst into laughter. He twisted me around on the couch so that he was lying on top of me.
“You know what happens now, don’t you?” he whispered, easing the spoon out of my hand and tossing it onto the coffee table.
I played innocent.
“Who knew British cooking could be so arousing,” he teased.
Lifting my hips, I let him tug my jeans down until they reached the top of my thighs. He leaned low and pressed his mouth to my panties.
“Max,” I said wistfully.
He raised up onto his elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“You and me…”
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
I cupped his face with my hand. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”
“This is very real.”
“Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, Daisy.”
The press of his lips to mine sent a shudder of delight through me as my fingers trailed through his hair. He unbuttoned my blouse next, peeling it open and tugging down my bra. His tongue circled my nipple and then drew it in, suckling, sending a jolt of bliss. His kisses trailed south, and he pulled down my panties and jeans, easing them off. My heart raced as his hands pushed my thighs apart, and I felt his tongue lick the folds of my sex.
His tongue trailed kisses down my leg to my ankles, and then he worked his way back up. “Every part of you is perfect.”
“I don’t like my knees,” I admitted.
“I can assure you there’s nothing wrong with them.” He sat up. “Your Honor, I would like to submit into evidence these two gorgeous knees. Along with these silky soft thighs.” He kissed my inner thigh. “I rest my case.”
Easing myself up, I leaned toward him and unzipped his jeans, watching his reaction as my fingers eased out his erection. He was firm and hard and felt amazing in my hand as I stroked its length.
Kneeling before him, I drew him into my mouth and took him all the way to the back of my throat, worshiping this man, thanking him for all he’d been to me.
“Daisy,” he said, sucking in a breath. “That feels incredible.”
