CHAPTER EIGHT
“HEY,”YELLEDNATASHA, laughing as he grabbed her bare waist. “What are you doing?”
Max lifted her and rolled her on top of him as he fell back onto the bed. Natasha came down onto his chest, her warm, soft skin against his. He let out a little groan.
She squirmed, so he wrapped his hand around her ass and held her against him. Damn, she looked sexy as fuck right now, pressing down on him. She was trying to school her mouth into a serious line, but her eyes were alive with amusement. Laughter bubbled inside him as Max held her in place. Of course, his dick was loving this, too.
“Is this your idea of foreplay? Capturing me and not letting me go?” she asked breathlessly. Her voice was husky and low, suggesting that it washeridea of foreplay. Hell, just about everything with her felt like foreplay, but that wasn’t why he’d done it.
“Maybe. We’ve all got our things, right?” He winked. “Or maybe I just wanted to make you laugh.”
Her smile broke through, warm and happy, and her whole body melted against his. “Success,” she said softly.
Her elbows were by his sides, and she explored his chest with her fingertips. She sighed, as if she was perfectly content like this, mostly naked and on top of him. He certainly was.
Max gazed up at her. Back in Sydney, she had been clear that good sex was what she was after. But after listening to the comments about her ex-boyfriend and her mother, he had to wonder if this setup was a little more complicated for her.
He’d seen the moment the discussion got personal. If she didn’t want to spill all her secrets, that was her choice. And now, as she hovered over him with that beautiful mouth just inches away, his brain was no longer doing its best thinking in this position. He was dying to taste those lips again. She had signed up for fun, and if he could keep her laughing, this would all go well.
Max rolled them both over so her legs were trapped under his. Her tiny bikini left miles of soft skin uncovered, and with each new position, a different part of his body met hers, making his cock harder. Long, blond hair, still damp, cascaded over her shoulders onto his bed. She squirmed under him, giving him little sounds of pleasure, and his eyes rolled back with pleasure. He was enjoying this way too much to let her free right away.
“Okay, you made me laugh,” she said, breathless. “Now let’s move on to the next part.”
“What part is that?” he asked, his voice filled with feigned innocence.
She smiled playfully. “Blow jobs. Going down on me. Fucking me from behind.” She said each word slowly, each a scorching-hot invitation from her plump lips. His cock jumped, and she flexed her hips in a slow, seductive grind against him.
The temptation to kiss her right now was overwhelming, so he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Soft caresses of her lips. Velvety strokes of her tongue as she explored and he answered. They were there again, in that space where everything else fell away, and there was only touch and scent and the bone-deep ache to get closer to her. Damn. He could do this forever.
He nuzzled her neck and bit down gently, right at the base of her throat. She let out a little shriek, laughing, so he sucked and bit her again, this time a little harder. Yes, this kind of physical play was like a mainline to his cock. And all that wiggling was only making him harder. She moaned, and her breaths came in short pants on his skin.
Her other hand slid across his stomach, moving up and down. With each movement, her breasts pressed against his bare chest.
Max groaned. “You feel good.”
She sighed, softening a little against him. “You do, too.”
Max took a long inhale, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “You smell even better.”
Natasha nodded against him. She brought her lips to his skin, tasting him. This was heaven.
“You ready to pick up where we left off back in Sydney?” he asked. “Against your kitchen table, when I was dying to take off that sweet little white dress of yours?”
“I imagined it in my bed that night. How it would be with you.” Her teeth grazed his skin, dissolving all thoughts.
“Good. But first we need to get naked.”
Max untangled his body from hers. He pushed up onto his arms, all rippling muscles and an amused smile, looking completely at ease with his raging erection. It was impossible not to stare. Now Natasha knew what it felt like to be on top of all those warm, hard muscles...
She sat up, her gaze fixed on the ties of his board shorts as he slowly untied them. But when the knot was free, he stopped.
He was watching her now, challenge in his gaze. The room was quiet, just the rustling of palm leaves through the window. A little flutter ran through her. She wasn’t nervous, was she? She had stripped for him in her bedroom window, for God’s sake. Though that had been less intimate, more of the red-light variety of entertainment. But their time in this little bedroom of the cabin was...well, a different kind of fun. Just moments ago, she had rolled around on the bed with him, losing herself in their kiss.
She took a breath, stood up and pulled at the strings around her neck, easing the bikini top slowly over her breasts. She pulled the strings around the back, and it came off. Max’s smile grew wider.
“Your turn,” she said.
“Sure.” He eased his board shorts down over his cock, and,oh, my, Max was naked. And looking very alert. Just looking at him made it hard to breathe. All that...man.
