What the daft woman didn’t realize was that she alreadywashis world. He couldn’t make a place for her when she was already everything that mattered.
He hoisted her up onto the edge of the table, so she would not have to stay on her toes to kiss him. His hips nestled perfectly between her thighs. The battle was over. He was helpless to resist her.
She was all he needed.
He returned his attentions to kissing her. He had been afraid the opportunity wouldn’t arise again. That he had lost her for good.
“Thank you for the biscuits,” he said between kisses.
“You haven’t tried them,” she murmured and licked the corner of his mouth.
“I’d like to taste something sweeter.” He cupped his hands about her arse and pulled her close. “You.”
“I’m here,” she whispered. “Show me.”
Those were the words Max had longed to hear.
Everything else he wanted to tell her, he could say with his mouth another way.
He ran his hands up the curve of her hips to her rib cage. She had the body of a siren. If she was singing him to his death, so be it.
Gently, he cupped her breasts. She immediately leaned into his touch.
“I was hoping you’d do that again,” she whispered. “I haven’t stopped thinking about your hands on my body since that night.”
Neither had he. It was time to give her something more to think about.
He rubbed a finger over the hardened peaks beneath her bodice, then tugged the thin fabric down to expose her breasts. Her bare nipple between his fingers was enough to turn him hard as stone.
He wanted her to know the pleasure he could bring. What they could do together. He lowered his lips to her naked flesh and took her breast in his mouth.
She gasped and arched into him, clutching the back of his collar as if to keep him close. He wasn’t going anywhere.
As he suckled her nipple, he lifted the hems of her gown and shift and slipped his hand beneath. She was hot and wet and ready for his touch.
She would be his undoing.
Yet he couldn’t stop.
He rubbed in lazy circles, coaxing, teasing. When her breath quickened and her pulse turned staccato, he pushed her legs apart and placed his tongue where his fingers had been to taste her sweetness.
She gave a little moan of pleasure. He slid his hands up her inner thighs and held on as she arched into him, trembling with each lick.
He told her with his tongue the things he couldn’t say with his mouth. How much she meant. How he longed to please her. That his world was a brighter place with her in it.
She let out a sudden gasp. Her legs clamped tight about him, convulsing in delicious rhythm with the heat of her climax.
When the spasms ceased, he lifted his head from beneath her skirts and arranged them back over her trembling legs.
“Biscuit?” he enquired innocently.
“Bedchamber,” she ordered as she wrapped her legs about his hips and held on tight. “Now.”
Chapter 23
“Are you certain this is what you want?” Max asked.
Bryony cupped her hands to his jaw and kissed him as an answer.
