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THREE TIMES
Max
She kisses me hard enough to hurt. She’s all tongue and teeth and need, kissing and biting and devouring. My pulse surges, and my brain is spinning out just from the hunger of her kiss. The desire in it. The urgency.
Everly’s frenzied tonight, and it’s mind-bending to get to know this side of her. It’s such a fucking privilege to knowanyside of her. But especially the intimate one.
The one I suspect she rarely shows a soul.
I’m such a lucky fucker, and I’m going to do everything I can to deserve this luck. Every damn thing.
It feels too good to be with her. Too right.
As she explores my mouth greedily, she pushes at my gray Henley, tugging at the hem with eager hands ready to strip me.
What the lady wants…
I wrench my mouth from hers. Her lips are bruised,and it’s a beautiful look. I pluck at the fabric of my shirt, then ask dryly, “I think you might want this off?”
“Yes. Now,” she says in a ravenous demand that sends electricity sparking down my spine.
I tug it off. Her eyes flutter closed for a second like the view is too much. Masculine pride surges through me from her reaction.
When she opens her eyes, I reach for her hands and guide her palms to my pecs.
With a shudder she spreads her fingers over my chest, then slides them down my stomach, tracing the ladder of my abs, traveling to the waistband of my jeans. Teasing at the button. My breath halts, and now I’m the one shuddering from her touch.
Everly’s eyes go big and wide, gleaming with heat as she rubs the heel of her hand over the ridge of my hard cock. “Ohhh, I see you do think about me,” she says wickedly.
“Take it out to be sure,” I toss back.
“Patience,” she teases, then strokes me more through the denim, her smile vanishing and unabashed lust returning to the sensual curves of her mouth. An unbridled sort of lust I’ve been craving to see in them for so long, it turns out.
“Fucking love the way you look at me,” I rasp out.
She drags her teeth across the corner of her lips. “You sure do,” she says, calling me on it.
I grab her hand from my cock so I don’t get too aroused too soon, then slide both of her hands back up my stomach to my chest. “I’m obsessed with it.”
She flicks a finger against one of my nipples and I groan, unbidden. I close my eyes and lean into the thrill ofher exploration of me. The way she seems to want to take the lead. How she’s memorizing me with her palms.
She slides them down my shoulders. Over my biceps. Down my forearms. When she wriggles out from under me, I open my eyes again to find she’s risen and is sitting up. She reaches for my face again and hauls me close to her mouth. “Kiss me again, Max,” she whispers in a desperate command. “Kiss me like I’m all you could think about.”
“Easy. Because you are,” I say, then I rope my hand through those glossy strands of hair. Right before I drop my lips to hers, I whisper against them, “This is the first time you’ve had your hair down. You always have a ponytail, and it drives me fucking insane.”
“Because you want to tug on it,” she teases.
“No. Because I want to be the one to undo it. Because I want to be the one to undo you.”
Her eyes are thoroughly unguarded as she runs her hand along my beard, whispering, “You do.”
That confession clearly costs her something. I want to take her honesty and hold it safe, and I try to show her that in how I kiss her. I give her a kiss that is all for her, pouring every bit of my ferocious heart and filthy mind into it. Trying to put all my longing into the way I touch her. Showing her with my lips and my mouth how she has absolutely consumed me.
We kiss till we can’t breathe. We kiss like the world is burning. We kiss like it’s everything we need. When I pull away, she’s panting hard, her eyes glossy with desire. But, something like apprehension flickers in those soulful irises, too, as she asks, “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes. But are you okay?” I ask because I’m moreconcerned about that flash of worry than I am about my dick. “You look…”
