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I can’t think of a better way to release the shit storm Shanna brought into my life. An elbow digs into the knots in my shoulders as her other hand works my hip. My brain fights to focus on the two areas, but gives up. With more strokes, my body relaxes, reaching a euphoric state. We need to have them come back before we leave. I lift my head, watching the woman dig into Max’s muscular back. His back tenses when she hits a knot. A pang of guilt hits me that the tension might be because of me. He needs this as much as I do. Laying my head back down, I push out all the guilt knowing that’s the last thing Max would want me to be thinking about.
An hour later, my body is heavy from relaxation. “Please roll over,” my masseuse whispers in my ear. Having no care about being naked, I roll on my back. She places the same strip of fabric over my pelvic area and one across my breast, only wide enough to cover my nipples. Hearing Max get situated, I glance over. Holy shit… I shouldn’t have. Desire stirs to life seeing Max’s naked body. Steel eyes meet mine, desire swirling in them as he winks and then skims down my body. My lady puts a blindfold on me before I get to see him make it back up my body. Yes. Make me blind to him so I can relax.
It doesn’t work.
While on my stomach, her touch was relaxing. On my back, every touch seems sensual, like it’s pulling the sexual energy from my core because in my mind, Max is watching me. Watching us. I try to think about being on stage, singing. But every thought makes a U-turn and heads right back to Max. What was relaxing minutes ago has turned agonizing. This is so wrong. On so many levels. I focus on her movements, counting down from ten, hoping that will put me back into the zone.
Five, four, three… oh shit! I jump when another set of hands joins in. “Sorry,” she whispers but continues with her hand movements. Four hands on different parts of my body, and I know Max is watching now.
“Max,” I mutter, my voice needy laced with panic. He chuckles and says something to the women causing them to stop.
I lift my hand to remove my blindfold but Max stops my arm. “Keep it on,” he rasps.
All the suppressed desire hits me full force, heating my body. Large warm hands cover my feet, kneading the arch with his thumbs. The pressure of his hands works up my legs. I spread them wider in anticipation as he moves to my inner thighs. His oiled fingers glide over the area and my body shivers when he feathers over my sensitive clit. Much to my disappointment, they keep moving around the area I’m silently begging for him to touch. Then he moves up to my torso. I let out a heavy breath and he chuckles, but says nothing.
The palm trees whisper above from the ocean breeze, the air rich with the mixture of the salt and exotic oils. All my senses, except sight, are heightened. Hands envelop my breasts and his breaths deepen with each squeeze. If I was to reach for him, I bet he’d be rock hard. His hands are on the move again, this time, they’re headed down. Sliding across my skin to my feet.
This is torture.
When he stops for a few moments, I lift my hand to peek under my mask. “Don’t,” he whispers, grabbing my hand and placing it back down by my side. I lie perfectly still, waiting. What feels like minutes later, I begin to wonder if he’s still outside with me.
“Max?”
Warm lips press against mine and he murmurs, “Shhh. I’m testing my control.” I bite my lip to suppress my laugh. “I’m at your mercy, you know that, right?” His lips trail down the sensitive nook of my neck and I tilt my head giving him better access. “Standing here, staring at perfection, while you wait for me, I’m barely hanging on.” His raw words glide down my heated skin with his lips. I arch my back when he swirls his tongue around my nipple and whimper. The desire before, now burning a hole in my lower belly, blacks out my other senses and I can’t focus on anything else.
The heat from his breath on my clit is enough to make me moan. “Max, please,” I beg. I gasp when I’m slid to the end of the table. His hands wrap around my thighs and his mouth clasps to my clit. Seconds. It takes mere seconds for me to scream his name as I ride my orgasm out. My fists grip his hair as he continues his assault, sucking and fucking me with his tongue until I’m screaming out a second time with strangled moans.
Before I can come down from my orgasmic high, he pushes me back giving him room to get on the table. He pulls me up so I’m straddling him.
Bright light shines in my eyes and I squeeze them shut. “Sorry,” he says, throwing the blindfold off to the side. Giving me a second to adjust, his hands massage my back. My lips curve to a smile when I meet his eyes.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I rotate my hips, writhing against his cock as it presses against my clit. He lifts me, just enough to slide me back down on him. I moan, my breath catching at the fullness. Our eyes lock as our oiled bodies move in a slow, sensual dance.
“Do you hear that?” he murmurs in my ear as he slides inside of me, fully sheathed. Only thing I hear is the beat of my heart drumming in my ears. As he rests his forehead on mine, his eyes close and he wraps his arms around me tighter. The restraint he’s been harboring is on the verge of unraveling. “It’s your body telling me you were made for me.”
Only for you.
“Max.” I wait for him to open his eyes. “I love you.”
Emotions swirl in his features as his lip curves up to a half sexy grin. “Tink, I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Max
“I feel you watching me,” Sydney says with one eye barely open. She stretches and rolls to her side, facing me. Ice blue orbs meet mine. “Why are you up so early? It’s not even light outside.”
“I couldn’t help it. You were snoring.”
She gasps, pushing me on the shoulder. “I do not snore.”
“Don’t worry, babe, I won’t tell anyone,” I joke. She doesn’t snore, but I didn’t lie about not being able to stop staring at her. I still can’t believe she’s mine, it feels too similar to my dreams. Except in my dreams, she never told me she loved me. I want to ask her when we can tell everyone, but after what happened a few days ago, she needs time to come down from that horror. So far, I’m doing a damn good job helping her forget.
“Are we staying in bed all day.” She yawns, curling up into my chest.
