He looked back at me, focusing on my eyes as if he could hide inside them.
“You just looked so peaceful, so beautiful. And then you went and opened your eyes, and I was done for.”
Fuck, this was so much more than I was equipped to handle, but I didn’t have the strength to fight it.
“Max, take me to bed. I need to touch you,” I blurted with what I was sure was desperation in my voice.
Max stepped back slowly with a sly grin, leaving me still panting against the door. He started taking his clothes off slowly while walking backward. First, he took his coat off, then his sweater, and then his shoes. He never took his eyes off mine. He was like a cat stalking a mouse, except he was walking away from me, and that just wouldn’t do.
He took off his shirt, and I got my first look at his toned upper body. It was clear that in between working at the hospital and his volunteer work, Max spent some time working out, because his defined muscles were making me salivate at the thought of running my tongue over the ridges of his stomach, and the matting of blonde hair on his chest was crying for my hands.
“You keep looking at me like that and this is going to finish before it even gets started.” Max opened his jeans and slid them down his legs along with his underwear, leaving his cock exposed, hard and pointing in my direction.
In four seconds flat, I took off my clothes and stalked in Max’s direction, then, without even touching him, I pushed him further into the room until the back of his legs reached the end of the bed.
