Page 48 of Dancing on Air

When they finally stepped into his apartment, she basically attacked him in the doorway.

When he lifted her up and pinned her to the back of his door, she wrapped her legs around him.

“I told myself that this time I’d go slow,” he said between kisses.

“Why? I like the speed,” she said as he ran his mouth down her neck. “We’ll go slow later.”

A low growl emanated from his chest and suddenly he shifted her and lifted her skirt higher up on her thighs. When his fingers found her, she arched for him as he slid in and out of her slowly. His thumb rubbed over her clit until she had to still just to concentrate on not exploding.

“Don’t hold back,” Max said next to her ear. “Come for me.”

She shook her head, wanting, needing him to feel as much as she did. But then he kissed her and she lost herself completely in his touch.

She felt as if she were floating. When she opened her eyes, she realized that he was carrying her back to his room.

She smiled when he laid her on the bed and reached for him. She watched him slowly remove his clothes.

Once he was standing in front of her naked, he helped her sit up and remove her shirt, bra, and skirt. He’d removed her panties somewhere near the front door.

Max moved very slow now, hovering over her and running his hands everywhere. She arched, moaned, and begged him. The entire time, he smiled down at her and told her how beautiful she was and how much he was enjoying her.

She reached up and touched him, running her hands over his thighs. When he pulled back again, she shifted until they were knees to knees, hips to hips. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she kissed him.

“Going slow is pure torture at this point,” she sighed.

“I don’t know, it has some perks.” He ran his hands over her butt and pushed her body against his. “You feel too good to rush.” He laid his mouth on her shoulder.

She arched her head back and dreamed of being able to spend the entire night with him. Here. Making love. Sleeping in his arms.

But she knew that she’d have to leave before midnight if she was going to get enough sleep to be ready for the next day.

“I dream of nights I can spend going slow,” she admitted.

He groaned. “Soon,” he said with a sigh. He leaned her back until they were lying on the bed with him hovering over her.

“Soon,” he said again and kissed her.

Last time there had been speed in his movements. But his slower movements were somehow lighting even more fires in her body. With each tender touch, she heated further until she felt as if she was going to explode.

When he finally filled her, she couldn’t stop her body from convulsing around his. Everything she was, she gave to him.

She had never trusted anyone as much as she trusted Max. When his hands held her own down, she willingly allowed him the control. When he held her hips up and flipped her over, pulling her body back against his, she eagerly went.

The moment he slid into her, fingering her clit while he demanded she come for him, she gave him what he wanted.

Her body was no longer just hers. It was his.

She must have drifted off. The sound of his phone buzzing woke her sometime later.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling her closer as the phone continued to buzz.

When she tried to sit up and look at the time, he kept her pinned to the bed. “Later,” he said softly. “I’ll get you home. For now, let’s just be.”

She relaxed back as his phone continued to buzz.

When it finally stopped and then started again, he groaned and rolled away.

“Yeah?” he answered. She felt him sit up. “Where?” He listened for a while. “I’ll be there in half an hour.” Suddenly there was a dim light in the room. “Sorry,” he said, running his hands over his face. “My dad’s in the hospital.”