Page 890 of One More Kiss

“Really. And enough to be an expert.” He punctuated his words with a playful slap, the sound of skin-on-skin making him even harder. The small red mark he left there taunted him, told him he wasn’t man enough for her.

He knew better.

“Do you understand what I’m going to do to you, Lucinda Danvers?”

She looked over her shoulder and licked her lips. “I do.”

“Tell me,” he urged her.

She remained silent, shaking her head slightly.

He smacked her bottom again, this time a little harder, before slipping a third finger into her tight wetness. “Say it.”

She didn’t. He pulled his hand away. She groaned. “Please.”

“Fine. Don’t tell me what I’m going to do to you. Tell me what you want me to do to you. And what you want to do to me.”

He pulled her hips against his cock, rubbing it across her ass and between her legs, but avoiding penetration, no matter how deep the ache. “Tell me, my beautiful Lu. You want to tell me.”

“Dammit Max! I want you to fuck me senseless. Fuck me until I go blind with the pleasure of it all. And then, I want to suck you, take you in my mouth and make you scream louder than you’ve ever done before. That’s what I want, and you’re going to give it to me. Now!”

With her final proclamation, he slammed into her, his full length sheathed inside her. She groaned with each bit he pulled out, and he growled as he crashed back into. He played this game until her legs shook, then he held himself tightly against her, reached his long arms around her, and stroked her until she cried out, with words he hadn’t even realized she knew.

It was in this moment Max understood he could never love anyone the way he loved Lucinda Danvers.

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