Page 65 of Max's Mission

It never occurred to her that it would matter. Not even when she stepped out of the bathroom with the intention of doing this very thing. She’d been too nervous to worry about what she was or wasn’t wearing.

But she was happy now she’d forgotten them. His reaction was everything.

She stood on her toes, pressing closer and urging him to keep going and touch her where her body burned the hottest for him.

Like she’d flipped a switch, he plunged his hand lower, skimming her center from behind. Margot moaned and squirmed in his hold, desperate for more.

Max ripped his mouth from hers, burying it in her neck. “You’re killing me, Margot. Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”

She couldn’t answer. Not when that magical mouth was busy discovering that spot on her neck that drove her wild. She raked her hands through his hair, holding him to her. His fingers teased her once more, coaxing her body to ripen.

With a louder moan, she pushed on his shoulders, breaking his hold. Taking his hand, she turned and led him down the short hallway to her bedroom.

He pushed the door shut behind them.

Margot flipped on the small lamp on the bedside table, bathing them in its soft, warm glow. Her breath caught at the intense glitter in his now steely-blue eyes.

He stalked forward the few steps separating them, crowding her against the bed. She sat down, then crawled backward as he followed her onto the mattress. Hands gliding up her sides, he rucked her shirt up, exposing her to his hot gaze.

Her eyes nearly rolled out of her skull when he caught the tip of her breast between his teeth. Strangling a groan, she clenched her fingers in his hair.

Max eased back. His heated gaze roved over her flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance.

She returned his hot stare.

This was insanity.

But she didn’t want to stop. This storm had been brewing for months. Like an ocean current warming with the seasons to form a hurricane, all the little touches and heated glances, the quiet conversations and shared jokes had led them to this.

Margot whisked her shirt over her head.

His nostrils flared.

Lying back, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. His fingers tangled with hers, and they quickly went the way of her shirt. Drunk on the look in his eyes, she laid before him, naked and unashamed. He wanted her and liked what he saw, and she knew it.

It was hard not to when his pupils looked like those of a cat on the prowl.

He rose, taking two steps to stand just inches away.

Those lovely blue eyes took in everything. And they said everything he was powerless to speak.

For several long seconds, he stared at her. Bringing a hand up, he ghosted the backs of his fingers over the top of her knee and up her thigh.

Tingles raced the length of her leg and up her spine. Margot felt her nipples bead.

Easing down again, he took hold of the back of her neck and fused their mouths once again.

The room spun as he banded an arm around her waist and scooted her up the bed to the stack of pillows in a tangle of limbs.

“You’re chilly.” He ran a hand down her thigh.

She didn’t feel the chill. Only the heat he’d created in her core.

“Let’s warm you up, shall we?” A wicked smile tilted one side of his mouth as he sat up.

The question forming in her mind about how he planned to do that died a swift death as he shimmied down her body and pushed her legs open.

“I guess it’s okay to eat a late-night snack before bed, right?” Leaning forward, he delved in.

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