“Mmmm,” she sighed. She let her knees fall apart, giving him a glimpse of heaven and inviting him to knock on its door.
To her chagrin, he stayed where he was, taking her in but not accepting her invitation.
“What?” she demanded irritably. She was not used to men witnessing such an enticing sight and still declining her invitation.
“I have a question,” he said with annoying calm.
“You have aquestion?”she echoed incredulously. “Can’t it wait?”
“I’m afraid it can’t,” he said with exaggerated regret. His gaze hardened. “Did you sleep with that man?”
“I told you; you have no right to ask me that.”
“I’m asking anyway, and youwillanswer.” Only then did he come forward, dropping to his knees before her, and took a long inhale of her warm scent, like a man savoring the aroma of a steaming bowl of soup on a cold day. He began flicking his tongue at her, tasting.
Sienna squirmed, but even she couldn’t tell if it was in protest or surrender. His hand joined his mouth, fingers knowing what they were doing: seeking, finding, teasing and titillating. It didn’t take long; she began pressing back against his hand, and she could hear her own breath coming in short gasps. Both fingers and tongue sped up.
She gave in, seeking the pleasure he was offering. Max was so good at this, she thought. He always knew knowing exactly how to bring her to her peak.
And then he withdrew, sitting back on his heels. “Answer my question,” he said coolly.
“Like hell,” she cursed, but he began again, a second wave of assaults on her tender flesh. She knew then that there was no way out. This man was determined, the kind of guy who never gave in. Never gave up. And he wouldn’t stop punishing her until she gave him what he wanted.
“No!” she gasped.
He lifted his face enquiringly. “No, what? Do you want me to stop?”
Was he really going to leave her hanging? Unsatisfied and overheated? If he stopped now, she would die. “I mean, no, I didn’t sleep with him. He’s the brother of a friend. Shaundra; you met her at the bar that night, remember?”
“I do remember.”
He still hadn’t touched her again, and she was almost sobbing with frustration. “We had dinner as platonic friends. That’s all, I swear.”
The smile he gave her was smug, annoyingly so. “Good girl.”
Only then did he give her the release she craved.