She opened the door and led Max inside. Max scanned the enormous bed, currently streamed with sunshine, before shutting the door behind them. A sharp clunk sounded as he shot the sturdy lock to bar surprise visitors.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” Sasha said.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” Max said and took her into his arms. An instant later, their lips met. Max took his time kissing Sasha, enjoying the hell out of the intimacy. They were both breathing hard when the kiss ended. Max pressed his forehead to Sasha’s and breathed in her scent. “I’m feeling tired. What do you say to a rest before we rejoin your family?”
“Yay!”her dragon cried.
Max chuckled, and Sasha watched the happiness in his features, the sparkle in his blue eyes, and the sensual intent. An answering heat roared through her.
“I think a rest is a perfect idea. Blaze and Griffith will watch Noel. You can trust them with his safety.”
“I know,” Max said, prowling across the space between them. “Your brothers have been great with Noel, but I don’t wish to discuss brothers right now.”
“Hee-haw!”her dragon shouted.
“Shush,” Max whispered, and he kissed her again, his touch igniting desire and lust and yearning. His hands glided across her shoulders and down her back. Sasha relaxed against his broad chest and savored the heat igniting between them. He licked the seam of her mouth, urging her to open for him.
She moaned, his questing fingers shaping and massaging her breast through her clothes. The barrier eventually became too much, and she wriggled away and ripped off the T-shirt she was wearing. She stepped closer to Max and unfastened his shirt buttons one by one. Each bit of flesh revealed enticed her to plant a kiss on his torso. She loved his scent and the warmth of his skin, the swift intake of air he took each time her lips grazed his body.
Soon their clothes melted away, left in a trail as they made their way across the room. Max lifted her and placed her on the bed. In the next instant, he was beside her and kissing her again. Hands wandered and explored, and Sasha enjoyed herself immensely. She kissed Max’s neck, his flat nipples, teasing groans and sighs from her man. Gradually, she moved down his body, fascinated by their differences.
“Reading a kissing book and doing the exploring myself is quite different,” she whispered.
“I should hope so.” Max’s grin took the sting from his words. “What will you do when your Kindle runs out of charge, or you read the last of your kissing books?”
“We must visit Cherry at her bookstore. I think we visited the one Cherry and Martinos intend to purchase.” Sasha curled her fingers around his cock and lightly squeezed. “You feel hot.”
“That’s what you do to me,” Max said, the lazy gleam in his eyes enticing her to continue.
She gripped his shaft and pumped up and down, fascinated by the bead of liquid that formed on his tip. Curious, she bent her head and licked away the droplet.
“God, Sasha.”
Encouraged, she took more of him into her mouth and explored with her lips and tongue. Max’s fingers curled into her hair, the faint sting bringing a reaction in her too.
“Take me deeper,” Max said. “Place your hands at the base of my shaft so you can control how much goes into your mouth.”
“This feels good?”
“Do you enjoy it when I lick your sex?”
“Yes.”
“There’s your answer, then. If your mouth on me felt any better, I might expire. Now lick me and suck. Once I get closer to my orgasm, I’ll want to thrust. Don’t let me overwhelm you.”
Sasha followed Max’s instructions and took pleasure from his groans and the way he fisted her hair. The sting of pain each time his fingers tightened produced a pulse of enjoyment in her sex.
“Enough,” Max said, pulling away.
“You want to stop?”
He grinned at her. “Hell no. I want to come inside you.” He lifted her away and placed her beneath him, covering her body and making her feel feminine. Using his knee, he nudged her thighs apart, lined up his cock, and pushed inside her.
The sense of fullness pleased her too, and she gripped his shoulders, lifting into each of his strokes. “Yes,” she hissed.
He nibbled her neck and ran his fingers over her dragon tattoo, doubling the delightful sensations running through her. Without warning, Max pulled free. Before she could protest that he’d ruined everything, he lifted her and guided her onto her hands and knees. He covered her from behind, and the new position delighted her.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered against her ear.
