He guides me through the open door, drops my bag at his feet as he closes it, then cages me in against it with his strong arms. One hand is above me, flat against the door, the other grips my hip as his lips crash down on mine.
I open for him on a gasp, and his tongue invades roughly.
I welcome it. Relish in it.
Needing more. Wanting him.
When Max pulls away, he runs his hand over my hair, tugging gently. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since I left you last night.”
“Just that?” I swear, I don’t know where I get the confidence I have when I’m with this man.
His pupils darken, and there’s no mistaking the desire in his eyes. “No. Not just that. But I’m going to feed you before I fuck you, siren.”
Oh, yes please...