His voice sounded weirdly strained. His eyes shone in the light of the lamp that was seated on the table beside them. He looked like a dark angel—all broad shoulders and corded muscles. Mia felt desire pool low in her belly, and her panties became embarrassingly damp. Max put his hands on her ass then hooked his thumbs into the elastic of them and pulled them down her thighs. Mia helped to pull them off her ankles before discarding them on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
She looked him steadily in the eyes. “I think I’m the lucky one.”
Max groaned and crushed her close, then rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs. Mia felt the pressure of his cock against her slick folds, and her body contracted with anticipation. Max tried to enter her, but Mia pushed him away. She was too close to the edge. She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to drag out the moment, draw it out in delicious agony.
“No,” she said, pushing him back. “Not yet.”
His eyes darkened as she sat up and straddled his hips, before leaning down to kiss him. She ground herself against him. Max moved his hands over her breasts, then kneaded them before rolling his thumbs over her nipples.
Mia’s head fell back as sensation flooded through her. She ground against him, and his cock grazed her clit. She felt the pressure of a release building inside her. She wanted him so badly, needed him to fill her—to take her to that place where nothing existed but the two of them.
She slid down his body then took him in her mouth. He groaned, thrusting his hips up in an effort to get her to take him deeper. Mia loved the musky taste of him. The taste combined with the sound of the groans coming from his throat sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She sucked him until she felt his body tighten beneath her, and he began thrusting into her mouth with increasing speed. She heard the hitch of his breath, and saw the desperate look in his eyes. He was close. She pulled off and sat up, making him groan playfully.
“Come on,” he said. “I want you in my bed.”
Mia grinned. “Lead the way.”
Max lifted her then swept her off to the bedroom with an arm around her waist. Once they reached the bed, he laid her down on it and started trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone. His fingertips played along her curves as more groans escaped from their lips. Mia became more aroused than ever as Max’s skilled movements explored every inch of her body. His tongue found its way past all her inhibitions until she was completely lost in pleasure.
“Max,” she moaned.
The leopard inside her was practically frantic. She had tohave him. Now.
Max slid between her thighs and Mia gasped as he pushed inside her. She was so slick, so ready for him. He slid into her with one long, hard thrust, and immediately her body responded to his. The muscles inside her tightened as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she didn’t want to come yet. Not without him. She couldn’t wait to see how he reacted, to feel how close he was to the edge. She wanted to make him just as desperate for his release as she was for hers.
She leaned up and kissed him, causing Max to momentarily break the connection between them before sliding back into her with a groan of pleasure. Mia moved beneath him, her hands on his shoulders as he thrust into her. The sound of their bodies moving in rhythm grew louder as Max increased the pace of his thrusts, and Mia’s own desire increased until it reached a peak. She pulled Max down against her and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She groaned his name into his ear as she came, and Max’s movements became more urgent, more determined. He held her against him and thrust into her with wild abandon. She could feel his cock twitching inside her as he came. The delicious rush of it almost drove her over the edge again. The muscles inside her tightened more than she thought possible as wave after wave of sensation bombarded her. She was gasping for breath as Max shuddered in her arms. Then, finally, as the euphoria of their orgasm subsided, the leopard inside her relaxed, sated and content.
Max laid down next to her then pulled her into his arms.
“Holy crap,” he said.
Mia giggled and snuggled up to him. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure I agree with that sentiment.”
They were quiet for long moments and Mia thought Max was drifting off to sleep until he spoke, startling her.
“Move in with me, Mia.”
“What?” She sat bolt up then looked down to meet Max’s gaze. “Are you crazy? You barely know me.”
He shrugged. “I know all I need to know. You’re my mate, we’ll figure the rest out as we go.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
Max frowned. “Sure you can. Why would you want to go back home? I mean, from the way you speak about your father, it’s obvious you don’t like him very much.”
“I don’t, but…”
“But what?”
Mia started to panic. How could she tell Max that she had to go home because she was helping the FBI to build a case against her father? It was one thing for Max to know that she didn’t like him, but something else entirely to admit that she hated him so much she was trying to send the man to prison where she hoped he’d rot for the rest of his miserable life.
“If I don’t go back, my father will be incensed. First, he’ll take it out on my bodyguards, then he’ll use his every available resource to find me, and he will find me, Max. You have no idea how dogged he can be when he wants something.
Max frowned, and then his face softened. “Look, Mia, if you don’t want to move in with me, just say so. You don’t have to pretend with me. If we’re going to fast, that’s okay, we can gomore slowly. But please, don’t go home out of fear, for you…or for me. You know who I work for. Don’t you think I can take care of myself—take care of you?”
“Of course, but…”
