Pleasure To The Max!

Max winced, unable to believe he’d said that out loud. He’d sounded about sixteen, except more crass. But he wasn’t going to lie. Her body plain floored him, in the best possible way.

She stilled, though her breath started soughing a mile a minute. “Do you really mean that?”

He gave a rueful laugh. “Uh, yeah. Every word.” Lord, he was such an ass.

Though, bizarrely, she appeared to be more thrilled than if he’d spouted the most romantic of love poems. Damn. She just kept getting more and more perfect. But why? Why would such a beautiful, beyond sexy woman act surprised? She had to have heard the sentiment from every man who’d ever been lucky enough to see her.

However, he wasn’t exactly in the frame of mind to ponder mysteries and was immediately distracted by the most effective diversionary tactic he’d ever witnessed. She cupped her breasts and lifted them in her palms. They didn’t need the support, since the plump pair were a gravity-defying miracle all on their own, but this was the equivalent of offering them up to him on a platter. Permission and invitation to take his pleasure from her body.

“Don’t you still want me?”

A low buzz started in his muscles, vibrating down to the bone. His nostrils flared. “Uh-huh. But in one more second I won’t be able to stop. I’ve never wanted a woman so much. It’s like I have to have you and if I don’t…” he shook his head “—well, that would be bad…really, really bad….”

This time, after he spoke, she all but beamed up at him. It was unfathomable to him that she had doubts about her desirability since mere moments in her presence had him acting completely out of character. Max was a seducer, not a taker. And if she didn’t let him take her soon, he had no doubt that he would add beggar and pleader to his new set of skills.

It certainly wasn’t the voice of a slick player that rasped, “So, um, we’re cool, right? I mean, we’re feeling the same vibe?”