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Almost as if she’d willed it, Max was suddenly behind her, his arm coming possessively around her waist, his solid, muscular body supporting her.
“Miss me?” he asked in a husky voice against her ear. “You should have woken me up and taken me with you.”
Oh God, she’d like to take him with her wherever she went, never having to be away from him again. Max was the other half of her soul, and the thought of being separated from him ever again nearly killed her. She turned and wound her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder as she held him, skin to skin, against her. She wanted to memorize the feel of him, try to absorb his essence into her soul. “Bad dream. I was all sweaty,” she murmured, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Not now.
“Then you definitely should have woken me up. I love being all sweaty with you.” Taking her lightly by the shoulders, he pulled her back to look into her eyes, tipping her chin up with his strong fingers. “Hey. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good now,” she lied hastily, wanting to cry as she saw the concern in his beautiful eyes.
I need one more memory. Something good to replace the bad.
Her fingers still slick with soap, she ran her hand slowly down his body, tracing every hard muscle of his chest, moving slowly down the sexy trail of hair that led to his groin. Without hesitation, she grasped his cock and stifled a moan, finding him already hard and ready. She wanted him inside her, but even more than that, she wanted to exorcise old ghosts, and she knew exactly how to do it.
Cupping the back of his head, she urged his lips to hers, desperate to feel his mouth locked with hers, his tongue thrusting, warming her as nothing else could. He responded immediately, his hands coming up to her head to hold it in place as he groaned into her mouth as he took it, his need already red hot from having her slippery fingers run over and over his engorged member, teasing but not really satisfying him. She opened to him, letting him plunder her mouth, master her senses. It was a kiss of desperation and need, and she gave in to it, savoring Max’s possession.
Finally, he moved his mouth from hers, leaving her nearly breathless. She slid down his body until she was on her knees, in the same position that she had been in her nightmare. But this…this was real. And this was Max. And there was nothing she wanted more than to pleasure him. She let the water wash away the soap as she cupped his ass with both hands and replaced her teasing fingers with her mouth, letting every thought slip away except the man she loved.
Max nearly came the moment Mia took him into her mouth, her blatant sexuality almost making him come undone.Jesus H. Christ!The feel of that velvety tongue on his cock, the friction of her enthusiastic sucking was enough to make him lose his mind. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever known, and she was becoming completely sexually uninhibited, which was driving him to the brink of insanity.
My wife. All mine.
He slapped one hand against the tiled wall of the enclosure to keep himself steady, the hot water hitting him in the chest as Mia attacked his cock with more enthusiasm than skill. But it didn’t matter. Every touch was exquisite, every movement erotic. “Mia. I won’t last.” Nope. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to make it through the next minute without having a heart attack.
He speared his hand into her wet hair, gently guiding her head, and released a strangled groan that he couldn’t stop from escaping his lips. Looking down, he watched her take him between those gorgeous lips again and again, and the visual of the woman he loved pleasuring him made his balls tighten almost unbearably.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fire was licking through his groin. He was torn between urging her harder, faster—or hauling her up and thrusting himself inside her warm, welcoming heat. He had condoms in the bathroom drawer; he could…
Mia moaned, and Max watched, completely mesmerized, as she slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped her fingers between her folds, touching herself with no other intent except to make herself come with him. It was the hottest damn thing Max had ever seen. Her fingers worked between her thighs as she brought her other hand up to work with her mouth to send him completely over the edge.
“Come with me, Mia,” he demanded, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back as she moaned continually against his flesh, vibrating his cock until his head nearly blew off his shoulders. “Come with me.”
His orgasm was wild and volatile, his whole body shuddering as he groaned his release, Mia never taking her mouth from him as she trembled from her own climax.
Max scooped her up and pulled her pliant body against him, wrapping his arms around her, knowing he held his whole world in his arms.
He rinsed them both gently and shut off the water. After drying them both, he carried his wife back to bed and held her, wondering how he had been lucky enough to get another chance with the one woman who rocked his entire universe.
They fell asleep entwined together, two pieces fit together perfectly. Max fell asleep in a world of total happiness and contentment.
When he woke up in the morning, Mia was gone.
It didn’t take Max long to panic. He hadn’t been concerned when he’d woken up to find his wife was already out of bed. The worry had started to set in when he couldn’t find her anywhere in the house.
“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath as he opened the door that led to the beach. “Mia,” he bellowed, getting no reply. There was no sign she had gone outside. The back door had been locked, something she wouldn’t do if she had ventured out to the beach.
Grabbing his cell phone, he checked with his security team, but she wasn’t with them, and nobody had seen her leave the house.
Disconnecting, he hit another number, waiting impatiently as it rang.
“This better be important. It’s early,” Kade’s rough, graveled voice answered.
“Mia’s missing,” Max told him irritably. “Is she there?”
“Hell no, she’s not here. I was sleeping. What happened?” Kade answered, sounding more alert.
Max released a disappointed breath before he answered, “Nothing happened. She’s just not here. Nobody saw her leave. Neither of the cars is missing.” He froze as he entered the dining room and saw Mia’s phone, keys, and a piece of paper lying on the dining room table.