Page 56 of Her Righteous Protector

“You’re going to find out that I say what I mean. You’re beautiful, Hannah Woods.” His hand snaked behind her head and yanked out the scrunchie that kept her hair in a ponytail. He grinned as her hair fell down below her shoulders. “I love your hair.”

“You don’t seem to like my ponytails.”

“I don’t,” he agreed. He raked his fingers through her chestnut tresses, loving how the sunlight picked up all the different colors like red, orange, and caramel. “You have gorgeous hair. It goes perfectly with your eyes. Your skin.”

Hannah’s cheeks flushed and he could see that he’d surprised her. Shit, he really hadn’t told her how beautiful she was to him. That was going to change. Now.

“I have never had a more stunning woman in my arms,” he whispered as he lifted her chin and feathered a kiss across her lips.

“Max.” He heard the dispute start, and he muffled it with the kiss that he’d been dying for. She absolutely was; this woman of his was stunning. He cupped the back of her head and angled her just as he needed so that he could tease and tempt a response. When her lips parted he speared his tongue inside, loving Hannah’s taste.

The kiss changed, became more carnal. She gripped the sides of his head as she sucked his tongue, and gently raked it with her teeth. Max dipped his hand down from her waist to grip one firm globe of her ass and pull her tightly against him. Hannah moaned as she ground her pelvis against his erection. He thought his head might explode as this perfect lady turned to fire in his arms.

Max pulled his mouth from hers and sucked tiny kisses along her jaw to behind her ear, then swirled his tongue against the fragile skin. He’d always seen her rubbing that area when she was in deep concentration in front of her computer screen.

“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned.

Max scraped his teeth against the hidden bundle of nerves, pulling her closer as she shuddered. He smiled as he took note of her sweet spot. He moved them down so they were sitting on her bed, and he started to unbutton her heavy silk blouse. Hannah trembled each time the backs of his fingers touched her flesh. God, she was so sensitive. When he got to the second-to-the-last button and his knuckles touched the satin flesh of her stomach she jerked in response. He looked at her face; her green eyes were practically black, and her flush went from the top of her breasts to the top of her cheekbones.

“Lie back,” he said as he gently pushed her against her deliciously fragrant peach-colored sheets.

“Let me…” Her hands gestured toward him and he grinned. “Some other time. I’m the clothes-getter-off-er this morning.”

Her eyelids shuttered to half-mast and she nodded. He pulled her blouse from the waistband of her gray slacks and unbuttoned the last two buttons. She sighed loudly with pleasure as his fingers traced upwards to flick open the front opening of her bra.

Hannah was going to be a noisy lover, how wonderful.

Max peeled back the cups of her bra and her breasts fell free into his waiting hands.

Coral.

Her nipples were coral.

He’d been dying to know that answer.

He pulled her into a sitting position so that he could get rid of the blouse and bra, then pulled off her socks, slacks, and panties. He chuckled when he saw how tightly she squeezed her thighs together.

“Uhmm,” she looked down at herself, then looked up at him and her eyes narrowed. “It’s because you have all your clothes on. It’s embarrassing.”

Max laughed outright. “Good to know. I don’t want you to be embarrassed,” he teased.

It took less than a second for Hannah to start laughing too. She held out her arms for him and he put his knee beside her and went into her arms. “Kiss me,” she coaxed.

“With pleasure.”

As their kiss deepened, Max felt Hannah’s fingers start to pull up his shirt. He pulled back from their kiss and stood up.

“Uh-uh. My job,” he teased once again.

“Well, you’re falling down on the job,” she complained. Then it was Max’s turn to flush as Hannah’s eyes eagerly watched every bit of his flesh he uncovered.

She whimpered when he pulled off his boxers. And, thank the good Lord, her thighs parted.

Max circled one of her ankles and pulled it away from the other so that he could make room for himself between her legs. He took a good long look at the woman who was spread out before him.

“Uhmm,” she whispered as she started to squirm.

“What?” he asked. He stroked both hands, from ankle to the top of her thighs, to her waist, and then cupped each full breast.