Her lips were full, soft, and welcoming. Even her scent was different. He knew nothing like it; had nothing to compare it to. When her mouth surrendered itself so sweetly to his invasion, the tether he had on his control frayed a little more. He’d been hoping to start slowly, woo her with gentle pressure, but there was something about Sienna that shoved those thoughts out of the window.
Max was immediately aflame from the heat flaring between them. His hand reached out to grab her hips. She was voluptuous and soft, a glorious handful for sure. He wanted to explore, feel the softness of her breasts and bottom, but they were in a goddamn car, and there was no space.
He pulled away, struggling to find breath, and wondered to himself how to phrase the invitation for her to follow him inside. Only Maxim didn’t have to.
Sienna threw open the driver’s side door and slide out, throwing over her shoulder, “Out. Now.”
Her wish was his command. He levered his long frame outside, slamming the door with a satisfactorythunk, and swiftly moved to her side, offering his arm with an old-fashioned gallantry. She took it, smiling up at him, and to his delight he could see in her eyes a reflection of his own hunger.
They hurried towards the entrance.
After hurrying through the hotel’s lobby and getting on the elevator almost immediately, they got to their room. Once inside, Max locked the door, then double-checked it. There was no way he was prepared to be interrupted while with this sensual woman.
As she bent forward to unbuckle her shoes, he stayed her with a gesture. “No. Let me.”
And he dropped to his knees before her, feeling almost humbled, like a supplicant, and slowly began to undo the buckles. Her shoes were expensive and nicely made. They accentuated the shape of her slender feet. He couldn’t help but notice how prettily painted her toes were, the arch of her instep, the knob of her ankle. As he removed each shoe, he pressed a kiss on her instep.
Delighted to note that she wore no stockings, he slid his hands up and down her silky legs. From her ankles, past shapely calves, and thick thighs, to the curve of her bottom, then back down again. Wondering how she managed to keep her skin so smooth and supple.
With a slight repositioning of his hands, he moved them to the insides of her legs, continuing with the same up and down rhythm, but this time his hands encountered the warmth at the apex of her thighs, and lingered there, feeling the dampness gathered in the crotch of her panties. As he stroked her through the fabric, he heard her sigh.
Using his eager fingers as a guide, he trailed along her body until he found the elastic at her hips. Slowly, taunting and torturing himself, he began to roll down the garment. She helped him along with a wiggle of her hips, and the thin covering finally revealed itself as it descended past the hem of her skirt. Surprisingly, it was white, made of nothing but lace, and appeared to be brand new.
Had she bought it in the hopes of seeing him?
Max lifted each of her feet one by one and slid the garment under them, so that he held it in both hands. That small scrap of lace alone made him so aroused that he was, for the first time in his adult life, afraid he might not be able to control his excitement long enough to thoroughly satisfy her.
Witchcraft, he thought fleetingly. It had to be. She had dominated his thoughts since the moment he’d met her, and now she seemed to be controlling his desires without a word.
The panties were crumpled in his fist, and he held them to his nose, drawing in the scent as if experimentally assessing a new variety of cultured bloom. Her aroma was at once subtle and pervasive, and Maxim realized he desired nothing more than to be drenched in that scent. To be covered in it until it soaked through his skin and into his bloodstream. He was sure it would render him more drunk than any fine wine.
“I taste a lot better than those panties smell,” Sienna murmured, dragging him back from his obscene fantasy.
He remained on his knees, looking up at her through glazed eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that. “
She angled her hips, parting her thighs slightly. “Be my guest.”
Head tilted back, he slid up under her short skirt, and in the dim light feasted his eyes on the sight before him. She was waxed and smooth and enticing. A hint of pink peered out from between her cleft, and he could have sworn he could detect a hint of dew. Proof that she was as turned on as he.
Max flicked out his tongue for that first taste, and the moment he made contact, he heard her gasp.Hm, he thought.We’ve discovered one thing she likes.
His tongue came at her again, and again, and then he plunged it deeper into her folds, assailed by the meld of her flavors. He felt saliva flood his mouth as with the promise of a good meal. The pain in his groin was torture, and out of a desire for revenge, he tortured her in return. Sucking and licking, he made sure to hold her steady with his hands at the backs of her thighs. Her legs trembled, and Maxim was almost afraid she would fall backwards.
The woman in his hands grew wetter than he could have imagined, flooding his mouth with her juices. He guzzled them manfully, and yet his cheeks and chin were soaked. When she finally began to press down at him harder, grinding her way to ecstasy on his face, he realized it was harder to breathe, but he was determined.
She slumped forward over him, legs turned to rubber. He stood, lifting her as he did so, and plunked her down on the bed.
She gazed up at him, eyes wide and dark, as he smirked down at her, waiting on the compliment that would surely come his way. He was proud of his oral skills, and from all evidence, she’d enjoyed them.
“You look like you’ve been eating ice cream without a spoon!” she pointed out and shrieked with laughter.
In a flash, Maxim stripped down, fueled by equal parts sexual hunger and a desire to get back at her for laughing. He fiddled in his wallet for a condom, cursing himself for not having taken it out of its little pocket well before.
But never mind. He was prepared, and when she beheld him poised above her, stiff, thick, and ready, she was no longer laughing.
“That’s what I thought,” he taunted.
Maxim grasped those wide, delectable hips and dragged her lower on the bed, closer to the edge. He wanted to get as much access to her as he could. Holding her thighs in his hands, he parted them. She was open to him, dark pink, swollen and dripping wet.