Finally, he bowed his head, and when he looked back up at her there was something new in his eyes. Understanding? She swallowed the lump in her throat.
He nuzzled her on the neck, tickling her with the stubble on his jaw until she smiled.
“You want to stop?” he asked.
His cock was still hard against her, reminding her of one of many reasons she was here with this man.
She smiled a little. “Hell, no.”
Physical memories from the beach yesterday flashed through her. His voice rumbling in her ear. The hard muscles of his chest. His arms around her, his thick cock inside her. She let out a hum of pleasure as some of the heaviness between them dissolved.
He nuzzled her once more and pushed up onto his knees. The muscles across his chest rippled and flexed. “I think it’s time to get naked.”
He undid the laces of his board shorts and stuck his hand inside them. A satisfied groan came from his mouth. Damn, she could watch him all day long. Or she could get naked and do more than watch.
Natasha shed her clothes. Max reached into his bag and pulled out a condom, tossing it onto the bed. Then he was right behind her, his hands on her hips, his hard length between her legs.
“Oh, yes, Max,” she whispered, a shudder of pleasure coursing through her. “More.”
“On your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Max never let go of her as she turned around on the bed. He ran his hand down her back, over her ass, around her hips and between her legs. He teased her clit and slipped two fingers inside her. Waves of pleasure radiated through her as she moved against his hand.
“Last night, in my bed, I imagined looking at you like this,” he said, his voice lower. “First, you’d take out my cock and ride me, just like you did on the beach, and I’d watch your beautiful tits bounce as you moved up and down. And then, when you were out of breath, I’d turn you over and fuck you just like this.”
His fingers were teasing her, but it was his words that really got her going.
“I want that, Max.”
“I’m so worked up right now,” he rasped. “And you feel so ready.”
“I am,” she said, losing herself in the pleasure.
His hand left her, and she turned her head to watch as he tore off the wrapper from the condom and rolled it down his glistening cock. His face was twisted with pleasure. Then he looked up at her, right into her eyes. He held her gaze, his expression stormy. He opened his mouth but hesitated, as if he was debating whether to speak.
He swallowed, then positioned his cock against her. “This is my wet dream, Natasha. You are my dream. That’s not going to change.”
Before she had a chance to think further about his words, he sank inside her in one, slow thrust that took her breath away.
Fuck, this was so good, so right. Max clenched his jaw, teetering on the edge of control, willing himself not to give in to the overwhelming urge to come. Just burying his cock deep inside the delicious warmth of Natasha’s pussy was more than he could bear. Just hearing her gasp and sigh and moan as he filled her would push him over the edge if he wasn’t careful.
His balls were tingling, aching for that satisfying slap of contact at each hard thrust, but he resisted. Max had resigned himself to his never-ending need for this woman. He had long passed the point of stopping before he got in too deep.
But the vulnerability on her face as he said he wouldn’t hurt her had twisted hard in his gut. Still, he had pushed her further.
You are my dream. That’s not going to change.
The truth, despite the fact that he was on a path that she had spent her life trying to avoid. But instead of slowing this down, making sure she understood, he was burying it in sex.
He should have called it off, but he hadn’t. He had passed by all the warning signs and sunk balls-deep inside her again. Max would like to blame his insatiable cock, but that would be a lie. He wanted her to laugh. He wanted her to tell him about whatever went on in her mind—sex, fish, her worries, her past. Everything. He wanted her to let herselfwant. But now, after a few days together, he wanted even more than that. He wanted to be the only man to give her these things.
He wanted to take back every limit they had made about this weekend.
If she wouldn’t let him, at least he could show her what it was like for a man to want all of her, not just parts. He could show her what it felt like to have a man worship her.
Max eased his fingers from her hips and explored the soft skin of her waist, her back, her arms. He gathered the long strands of her hair and moved them over one shoulder. Then he lowered himself over her, his hands on the bed beside hers, his chest skimming her back. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder blade.
“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he asked, his lips brushing against her skin.
