Page 139 of Puck Me Secretly

His lips found the pulse on my neck. “This is a good part.”

My neck arched. The man knew how to kiss my neck. I tried to bring his head back up so I could kiss him. I knew when I opened my mouth to his and moaned, it sent him into overdrive, but tonight he was having none of that.

He pinned my hands above my head and continued to kiss my neck until I was almost whimpering.

When his hand pushed up beneath my blouse, I sighed because when the clothes came off, this is where things got a lot more heated, but Max had other plans. He undressed me with care.

He lifted his head to study my breasts. Breasts that were heaving with desire.

“Max.”

His blue eyes met mine as he lowered his mouth to one puckered nipple.

“Let me enjoy your body, Rory.”

His idea of enjoying my body, had me quivering like a bow with so much heat and desire, I thought I might burst into flames and we hadn’t even gotten past second base.

When he pulled off my jeans, I thought we were getting somewhere, but he left my panties on. And the man, who knew no patience during sex, suddenly had the willpower of a saint.

“Max,” I panted. “Please touch me. Please touch me.”

He ran tickling fingers up and down my thighs while his lips nibbled on my inner knee. “I’m touching you.”

“You know what I mean.”

He traced light fingertips over my apex, a sensation that drove my hips off the bed. Fighting for more. Needing more.

“Someone’s turned on,” his eyes were dark.

“Don’t torture me.”

But torture me he did. Magic fingers, wicked tongue. He’d bring me to the edge and then slide me back.

By the time he took off his pants and pressed the tip of his hot cock against my clit, I wasn’t even making coherent sounds any more.

“What do you want? Tell me?”

“You,” my head tossed back and forth. “Only you.”

He pinned my hands above my head as he pushed inside me, his blue eyes on my face.

I worked to focus my eyes on his face. His expression made my heart want to burst. His expression was a mixture of tenderness and lust, heat and emotion.

“Max,” I couldn’t tear my eyes off his face. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. Commit it to memory. Never forget the tiny details.

The length of his eyelashes.

The emotion in his eyes.

The taste of his lips.

The sensations of him filling me up.

He shifted his hips and his eyes never left my face when I came apart. I cried out, as my body bowed and arched beneath his, but my cry wasn’t for my physical release. It was for an emotional release I didn’t quite understand. He watched me as every cell in my body flew apart and then came back together.

Only I didn’t quite come back the same person.

Something had shifted.

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