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stranger. Still seeking connection. “More than force of habit got you over this wall.”
His blue-gray gaze felt heavy in her body. “Is that so?”
“I think you got some slabs of stone of your own you’re guarding,” she said.
He came to her and touched her cheek. It was just a fingertip, but it felt electric. “Clever Miss Callback.” He’d seemed remote before, but now he was very much with her, breath warm on her nose. He slid the finger on down her cheek.
Wild heat bloomed through her. “What made you climb over?”
“I’m not telling,” he said.
“I want to know.”
He held her with that heavy gaze, turning his attention slowly to her lips, which caused her belly to do a flip-flop. He would kiss her, and he meant her to know it, but it still came as a surprise, the way he slid his hands along her cheeks, coming to a stop at the back of her head. He pulled her to him, crushing his mouth over hers. The rough, confident strength of his kiss made her feel warm and glowy, like heated honey.
“I want to know where your other places are,” she said into the kiss. But more, she wanted to know him. Hell, she just wanted him.
“I have something better.” He yanked off her hat, seeming to forget his program of leaving this place.
“Something better to show me?” she asked, voice husky. Her voice was actually husky . She put her hand on his chest, feeling the uneven rise and fall of his breath. Cool Maxwell being not so cool. She liked this Maxwell. Maybe she’d get that hair disheveled, too, now.
“Yes, but not like that.”
“You have something to show me, but not like that ?” she teased, like her heart wasn’t jackhammering. “You would—”
He kissed her again before she could finish the question, roughly, all whiskers and heat and invading tongue. Like a gate opened. Strong hands gripped her waist, fitting her crassly and perfectly against him. The kiss felt wild. Disordered. She reached up and untucked his hair, mashing her fingers through it as he walked her back to the chunk of stone. The dragon’s table.
She hit it with her ass, but he kept going, pressing into the V of her legs, puzzle pieces of fucking. It’s all she could think of now. She wanted him with a mad, mad fever.
“Yes,” she said, pulling him closer.
He kissed down her neck and she melted a little bit more. Warm hands slid up the backs of her thighs, up over her panties, taking the dress up and lodging it at her waist. He lifted her onto the rough stone surface and set her there. She would get imprints on her thighs, and she was very okay with it.
“What are you going to show me, then?”
He rested his hands on either side of her thighs. “A favorite place on you.”
She swallowed. “Oh, yeah?”
“ Oh, yeah.”
Her heart banged inside her chest. “That’s what you’re going to show me? Your favorite place on me?” She narrowed her eyes. “Is this going to be the cheesiest thing ever?”
“No,” he breathed.
“Cheesy never seems cheesy to the cheeser,” she said.
“Is that an ancient saying that you’ve learned during your stay in Thailand?” He rested his hands heavily on her thighs and slid them down to her knees. His gentle touch contrasted with the rough stone beneath her.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
He knelt down and kissed her knee, then he looked up with that pale blue gaze. “I’m going to show you now. Unless you stop me.”
Unless you stop me. She shoved her hands into his hair. “I won’t stop you.”
He kissed her thigh.
Yes. She tightened her fists in his hair.
He looked up, gaze dark.
“Oh, sorry.” She loosened her grip.
“No, go ahead, keep hold of my hair. You might want something to hang on to.”
Wild energy shot through her. Again he kissed the tender inside of her thigh. She imagined his tongue, warm and wicked between her legs. It was a little obvious for her pussy to be his favorite place on her. But when he kissed her again, rough lips on
His blue-gray gaze felt heavy in her body. “Is that so?”
“I think you got some slabs of stone of your own you’re guarding,” she said.
He came to her and touched her cheek. It was just a fingertip, but it felt electric. “Clever Miss Callback.” He’d seemed remote before, but now he was very much with her, breath warm on her nose. He slid the finger on down her cheek.
Wild heat bloomed through her. “What made you climb over?”
“I’m not telling,” he said.
“I want to know.”
He held her with that heavy gaze, turning his attention slowly to her lips, which caused her belly to do a flip-flop. He would kiss her, and he meant her to know it, but it still came as a surprise, the way he slid his hands along her cheeks, coming to a stop at the back of her head. He pulled her to him, crushing his mouth over hers. The rough, confident strength of his kiss made her feel warm and glowy, like heated honey.
“I want to know where your other places are,” she said into the kiss. But more, she wanted to know him. Hell, she just wanted him.
“I have something better.” He yanked off her hat, seeming to forget his program of leaving this place.
“Something better to show me?” she asked, voice husky. Her voice was actually husky . She put her hand on his chest, feeling the uneven rise and fall of his breath. Cool Maxwell being not so cool. She liked this Maxwell. Maybe she’d get that hair disheveled, too, now.
“Yes, but not like that.”
“You have something to show me, but not like that ?” she teased, like her heart wasn’t jackhammering. “You would—”
He kissed her again before she could finish the question, roughly, all whiskers and heat and invading tongue. Like a gate opened. Strong hands gripped her waist, fitting her crassly and perfectly against him. The kiss felt wild. Disordered. She reached up and untucked his hair, mashing her fingers through it as he walked her back to the chunk of stone. The dragon’s table.
She hit it with her ass, but he kept going, pressing into the V of her legs, puzzle pieces of fucking. It’s all she could think of now. She wanted him with a mad, mad fever.
“Yes,” she said, pulling him closer.
He kissed down her neck and she melted a little bit more. Warm hands slid up the backs of her thighs, up over her panties, taking the dress up and lodging it at her waist. He lifted her onto the rough stone surface and set her there. She would get imprints on her thighs, and she was very okay with it.
“What are you going to show me, then?”
He rested his hands on either side of her thighs. “A favorite place on you.”
She swallowed. “Oh, yeah?”
“ Oh, yeah.”
Her heart banged inside her chest. “That’s what you’re going to show me? Your favorite place on me?” She narrowed her eyes. “Is this going to be the cheesiest thing ever?”
“No,” he breathed.
“Cheesy never seems cheesy to the cheeser,” she said.
“Is that an ancient saying that you’ve learned during your stay in Thailand?” He rested his hands heavily on her thighs and slid them down to her knees. His gentle touch contrasted with the rough stone beneath her.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
He knelt down and kissed her knee, then he looked up with that pale blue gaze. “I’m going to show you now. Unless you stop me.”
Unless you stop me. She shoved her hands into his hair. “I won’t stop you.”
He kissed her thigh.
Yes. She tightened her fists in his hair.
He looked up, gaze dark.
“Oh, sorry.” She loosened her grip.
“No, go ahead, keep hold of my hair. You might want something to hang on to.”
Wild energy shot through her. Again he kissed the tender inside of her thigh. She imagined his tongue, warm and wicked between her legs. It was a little obvious for her pussy to be his favorite place on her. But when he kissed her again, rough lips on
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