warning.
Max ran a palm over her hair, brushing it from her face. She didn’t move. “He is both a fool and a liar.” She looked away, but Max grasped her chin and made her look at him. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?”
“Don’t say what you don’t mean.”
“I never do.”
His hand went from her chin to the space between her breasts. Even though he didn’t touch her nipples, he might as well have. They grew taut in anticipation, but he moved on, skimming her belly and lower to the zipper on her pants. Shira’s breath caught in her throat. ‘You don’t have to prove anything.”
“Tell me not to touch you, and I won’t.”
How the hell was she going to say that? She wanted it all right. She wanted it bad . Horny didn’t exist the way it did now, until after she’d met Max. When she didn’t deny it, he ran his hand lower still, and Shira arched her back the second his hand settled between her legs. A gentle squeeze sent pleasure to every corner of her being. She pushed her ass into the bed and brought her hips up to meet his touch. He curled his fingers until only one was straight to torment her. Max flicked the single digit over her swelling bud through her clothes, and she bit off a moan.
Would he go all the way this time, or would he back off? Was he doing this to prove that he thought she was beautiful, or to convince her that she was, no matter what he thought? Her mind raced with questions, and yet, all she wanted was to forget the reasons and let it happen. If it did.
She rolled onto her side toward him and ran a palm over his chest. Max’s hand stilled, which she’d trapped between her legs. “Do you really want me?”
He looked down, and she followed his line of sight. The bulge in his pants was unbelievable, and her mouth watered. Just how big was he? Daring to see for herself, she did as he had done, moving her hand down his chest. Max’s abs clenched beneath her touch. He’d removed his T-shirt earlier, so she got a good look at the perfection of his upper body. Rippling muscle responded each spot her fingers skimmed, and she took her time exploring. When she reached the band of his boxers, she paused, waiting for him to protest. This time he must be serious, because she knew from past relationships, play with a man’s cock, and there was no turning back without major disappointment.
She curled her fingers inside the band and dragged it lower. A trimmed patch of blond hair came into view. She licked her lips and swallowed. When she peered up at him, she caught the excitement in the dark depths of his eyes. Max was in it, and although he seemed like a very dominant man, he was letting her enjoy herself while he waited. For some reason, that knowledge choked her up. Sam had rolled her onto her back and penetrated her before she could catch her breath.
She uncovered Max’s cock and swore in amazement. The man was hung. She almost wanted to pay homage to the long, thick shaft. A brief touch with the tips of two fingers let her know it was hard as a rock. Shira didn’t ask for permission. She couldn’t help reaching in and stroking it from base to tip. The shaft responded to her touch, twitching under her hand. She straightened her fingers and ran them all the way down to his balls, massaged there a moment, and headed back to the top. The head dripped with precome, and she teased it with a light touch.
“Mm, Shira,” Max moaned.
She looked at him again. “Are you going to give me some of this?”
“Do you want some?”
“Ya think?”
He chuckled at her smart mouth but removed her hand from his dick. Shira could have sobbed in regret. “I’m not saying no, but I want to be sure you’re not in too much pain.”
“I’m doped up,” she insisted.
He caught her injured hand and looked at it. Her bandages were snug, and she’d been given painkillers. She’d taken another one not too long ago, so she was good. Besides, the wound wasn’t so bad now.
Max
Max ran a palm over her hair, brushing it from her face. She didn’t move. “He is both a fool and a liar.” She looked away, but Max grasped her chin and made her look at him. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?”
“Don’t say what you don’t mean.”
“I never do.”
His hand went from her chin to the space between her breasts. Even though he didn’t touch her nipples, he might as well have. They grew taut in anticipation, but he moved on, skimming her belly and lower to the zipper on her pants. Shira’s breath caught in her throat. ‘You don’t have to prove anything.”
“Tell me not to touch you, and I won’t.”
How the hell was she going to say that? She wanted it all right. She wanted it bad . Horny didn’t exist the way it did now, until after she’d met Max. When she didn’t deny it, he ran his hand lower still, and Shira arched her back the second his hand settled between her legs. A gentle squeeze sent pleasure to every corner of her being. She pushed her ass into the bed and brought her hips up to meet his touch. He curled his fingers until only one was straight to torment her. Max flicked the single digit over her swelling bud through her clothes, and she bit off a moan.
Would he go all the way this time, or would he back off? Was he doing this to prove that he thought she was beautiful, or to convince her that she was, no matter what he thought? Her mind raced with questions, and yet, all she wanted was to forget the reasons and let it happen. If it did.
She rolled onto her side toward him and ran a palm over his chest. Max’s hand stilled, which she’d trapped between her legs. “Do you really want me?”
He looked down, and she followed his line of sight. The bulge in his pants was unbelievable, and her mouth watered. Just how big was he? Daring to see for herself, she did as he had done, moving her hand down his chest. Max’s abs clenched beneath her touch. He’d removed his T-shirt earlier, so she got a good look at the perfection of his upper body. Rippling muscle responded each spot her fingers skimmed, and she took her time exploring. When she reached the band of his boxers, she paused, waiting for him to protest. This time he must be serious, because she knew from past relationships, play with a man’s cock, and there was no turning back without major disappointment.
She curled her fingers inside the band and dragged it lower. A trimmed patch of blond hair came into view. She licked her lips and swallowed. When she peered up at him, she caught the excitement in the dark depths of his eyes. Max was in it, and although he seemed like a very dominant man, he was letting her enjoy herself while he waited. For some reason, that knowledge choked her up. Sam had rolled her onto her back and penetrated her before she could catch her breath.
She uncovered Max’s cock and swore in amazement. The man was hung. She almost wanted to pay homage to the long, thick shaft. A brief touch with the tips of two fingers let her know it was hard as a rock. Shira didn’t ask for permission. She couldn’t help reaching in and stroking it from base to tip. The shaft responded to her touch, twitching under her hand. She straightened her fingers and ran them all the way down to his balls, massaged there a moment, and headed back to the top. The head dripped with precome, and she teased it with a light touch.
“Mm, Shira,” Max moaned.
She looked at him again. “Are you going to give me some of this?”
“Do you want some?”
“Ya think?”
He chuckled at her smart mouth but removed her hand from his dick. Shira could have sobbed in regret. “I’m not saying no, but I want to be sure you’re not in too much pain.”
“I’m doped up,” she insisted.
He caught her injured hand and looked at it. Her bandages were snug, and she’d been given painkillers. She’d taken another one not too long ago, so she was good. Besides, the wound wasn’t so bad now.
Max
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