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I sighed again as my eyes drifted shut. His mouth slanted over mine, tasting of scotch and male.

When he deepened the kiss, when his tongue played with my mouth, my weightless hands drifted up around his warm, thick neck.

I moaned when he exerted more pressure, opening my mouth further to him.

Who knew a man’s lips could feel so good? Who knew a kiss could feel so magical?

I arched my neck back, my fingers still tangled in his hair, when he trailed his mouth down my neck.

I loved getting my neck kissed, and he was fantastic at it.

Tingling sensations traced down my spine and I could feel my body respond to the touch of his mouth on my skin, but unlike the Baby Men, he took his time, making me feel like there was no rush.

His hand tugged at the belt of my robe. I stared at the ceiling, with half-shut eyes. Max’s warm mouth traced along the tender skin beneath my jawline. I felt his breath, the scrape of his teeth on sensitive skin and I sighed. I felt my robe push open.

He lifted himself over me. I could feel the heavy fabric of his jean-clad legs against the naked skin of my inner thighs. Should it bother me I was naked while he remained dressed?

My eyes opened wide when a big hand moved up to cup my breast. I fought a ridiculous need to giggle, but that feeling died when his mouth captured my nipple and he sucked on my breast with an intensity that made me come off the bed. My fingers dug into his hair while my stomach did cartwheels.

My breathing changed. I could feel my ribcage rise and fall as he rhythmically sucked on my breast causing all sorts of weird sensations to shoot down into the pit of my stomach.

He moved to my other breast, and I squirmed as those sensations intensified.

Why didn’t it feel like this when the Baby Men kissed my breasts? Why was it so different with him?

I covered my face with both of my hands when his mouth moved down. Teeth grazed my rib cage. A tongue teased my belly button.

I felt two strong hands, move down my thighs, teasing the soft skin and pushing my legs open. I cried out, lifting my head, watching as he lifted my calves over his broad shoulders. His face was inches away from my bare apex.

“You smell amazing,” his dark eyes lifted to my face. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”

I blinked in disbelief, unsure if he wanted me to answer. “I don’t know.”

His smile bedazzled me and then, without breaking eye contact, his tongue licked up the length of me.

My hips jerked up, and he wrapped his big forearms around my thighs.

“I don’t think I’ve tasted anything this good.”

I moaned and covered my face with my hands.

His mouth delved between my folds. Big hands imprisoned my legs, holding me down.

Max had complete control over my body. He sucked, feasted, nibbled and lapped at me.

He tortured me with his tongue until I panted.

He fanned a flame in me that became so big, it threatened to burn me up.

Intoxicated, my hips strained against his hold on me, wanting more.

Begging with little jerks and thrusts for my release.

Never had my body felt like this. He roused in me a hunger, so intense, I thought I would lose my mind. My head tossed back and forth, and my fingers moved down to dig into his thick hair. Unabashed, I cried out, loud, demanding noises, as my body burned with an ache.

“Please,” I cried. “Max, please.”

He lifted his head, watching me.

“Yes,” I gasped, when he invaded me with his fingers. Without shame, my hips pumped up and down trying to increase the friction.

“You want this so bad, don’t you?” his dark eyes watched me. “Such a dirty girl. Look at you. So needy and hungry. So lush and wet for me.”

“More,” I choked out my demands. “Give me more.”

He twisted his fingers and stroked something deep inside me. My head fell back, and I stared unfocused on one spot on the ceiling. Transfixed, only focusing on his fingers, swirling and caressing.

He bent his mouth down and sucked onto my lush nub.

My world exploded. My hips bucked up. My back arched off the bed while my eyes rolled in my head. He kept on sucking and my orgasm never seemed to end. Pleasure rolled on top of pleasure. I hung, suspended in time, unable to do anything but surrender to the intensity of the moment.

His fingers slowed and then stopped, and I became boneless. Slack and wasted while I twitched and quivered.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A mangled laugh bubbled out of me.

I felt him move back up over me, and then his face was above mine. I opened my eyes to his. He appeared dangerous. Eyes dark. A savage hunger made his jaw tight and his eyes narrow. He seemed to be hanging onto his control by a thread.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.”

“I want that too.”

And then I ruined it by yawning.

He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes squeezed shut. And then he rolled off me, stood up and pulled me onto shaking legs. I blinked as he pushed the robe off my body. I stood naked, watched as he pulled the bed covers back.

“Come on, get in.”

I crawled in. I stared up at him. Exhaustion, from the plane crash and my orgasm, pulled at my eyelids. “Are you going to lie down too?”

He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips. “Soon. First, have a little rest.”

“Okay.” I felt happy.

And then sleep claimed me.