“Max.”
His name. The sweetest sound he had ever heard. Her body shuddered, and her teeth clamped down on the tense muscles of his shoulder once more. She clenched around him, and her orgasm set him off. Something primal took over. He roared and thrust and came with his cock deep inside her as white-hot pleasure shot through him, over and over.
Nothing else. Just Natasha.
Rational thoughts trickled in. Like how he was going to collapse soon.
Slowly, he pulled out and rested his forehead against the door. He pressed his lips against her damp hair and took a deep breath of her salty scent. She unwrapped her legs from his hips in shaky movements, and he kept one hand on her ass to make sure she didn’t fall.
She said nothing.
He shifted and slid his hand to the back of her neck. But when he looked down for a kiss, her eyes were wide. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Like this was all too much. Like her well-ordered life wouldn’t survive this kind of shake-up. Like she had no idea what to do with what had just happened.
Well, neither did he.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.
She stared at him for another beat. Then, slowly, she closed her mouth, and the shock dissolved from her face. A hint of a smile tugged at her lips.
“That was a pretty good reminder,” she said.
He chuckled. “Did I convince you?”
“I guess,” she said with a shrug, her voice teasing. Then she kissed him. “I’ll be there for you tomorrow night.”
