Page 61 of Under Fire

She needed more of that.

She struggled with the buttons of her jeans with trembling fingers until Max drew back from her.

“Need some help with that?”

“If it means you have to stop doing what you were doing to my left breast, I think I got this.”

He chuckled and unbuttoned her fly with deft fingers. “I have plenty of time to return to that luscious left breast.”

At the mention of time, her heart jumped and she yanked off her jeans and her panties in one stroke. They had precious little of that and she intended to make every second count.

She kicked her pants to the floor and rolled onto her side again where Max awaited her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her body against his. They met along every line, bare skin touching bare skin, fusing together in heat and passion.

With their arms entwined around each other, Max bent his head and captured her lips again. She invited him inside, their tongues dueling and exploring.

His heart beat against her chest, strong and steady while hers galloped and skipped. She stroked him from his broad shoulders to the curve of his buttocks, reveling in the raw power tingling beneath her fingers.

He cupped her derriere with one hand, the calluses on his palm tickling her tender skin. He caressed her flesh and fit her pelvis to his as his erection prodded her impatiently.

When he broke away from her, he planted a path of kisses from her chin, down her throat and between her breasts. Then he cinched her around the waist and rolled her onto her back.

Missing the contact already, she reached for him, dragging her nails lightly across his six-pack.

He shivered, and then rising to his knees, he positioned himself between her legs, his body proud and masculine on display before her. If just the sight of him turned her to jelly, how would she be able to hold herself together once he entered her?

She’d have to wait to find out, since Max had other ideas.

Slipping his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her hips. He leaned forward, kissed each breast, flicked his tongue down her belly and nibbled the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

She thrashed her head from side to side. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

He rested his head against her leg, his hair tickling her. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to drive you crazy like this?”

She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Ever since I saved your life in the bathroom?”

“Nope, before that.” His tongue darted from his mouth, flicking against the sensitive skin between her legs.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Ever since I saved your life at the Desert Sun Motel?”

“Before that.” He teased her again with his tongue.

She squirmed, her hips bouncing from the bed. “Ever since I saved your life that first night in Albuquerque?”

He raised his brows. “Do you think this is gratitude I feel for you right now?”

“Mmm, this feels a lot better than gratitude.”

“I’m glad you recognize that.” He trailed his tongue up the inside of her thigh and brushed it across her throbbing outer lips.

She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, even though her muscles had coiled in anticipation of a sweet release. “So, how long have you been waiting to drive me crazy?”

“Ever since you first had me strip to my skivvies in your examination room.”

Her lids flew open. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. You couldn’t tell by my—” he coughed “—reaction to you?”

She giggled, the heat rising to her cheeks. “I thought your heart rate was a little elevated.”

He snorted. “It wasn’t my heart rate that was elevated, sweetheart. Now it’s payback.”

He ran his thumb along the outside of her moist flesh and then used his tongue and lips to drive her crazy.

All at once, everything came unraveled and she cried out as her orgasm jolted through her body. This was no smooth wave of pleasure. Instead her ecstasy clawed at her over and over, driving her to new heights. Max rode it out with her, shoving his fingers inside her, prolonging her release as she tightened around him.

When she lay spent, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving, he straddled her. Was the T-101 responsible for that erection? If so, she gave a silent, guilty thanks to Dr. Arnoff.


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