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“Do you have protection?”

Her smile pounded into his gut with the force of a mule
kick. “In my room.”

Max ran a thumb along her lower lip and shivered as she
licked the pad of his finger, the motion sending a sliver of hot need down his
shaft. “Gonna invite me inside?”

She nipped his finger. “Do you want to come inside?”

He kissed her hard. “That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard
all day.”

Chapter Ten

He followed her out of the car, wrapping his arm around her
waist as she slipped the key in the lock. Shifting aside a lock of hair, he
licked her neck, satisfied by the thrum of her pulse beneath his tongue. She
angled her head to give him better access. Max allowed her to break from him
and held on to her hand as she led him through the darkness to her room. Nerves
skittered over his skin, an unusual sensation that set him off balance. He
hurried up the stairs with her.

Light from outside slanted through her room and drew long
shadows along the floor. The foot of her bed was swamped with the fluorescent
glow of the street light. He pulled on her hand, twisting her about and
wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her to him. He scanned her beautiful
face, a strange ache in his chest as he traced the line of her jaw with his
finger. Bridget’s eyelids fluttered downward and he kissed each eye, the tip of
her nose and captured her mouth. She welcomed him with a moan, her tongue
dancing with his, feeding his passion for her.

Air stilled in his lungs and he cupped the back of her neck,
kissing her with all the hunger he felt. He wanted to devour her, to become one
with her as he had before. Suckling on her tongue, he raked a hand down her
back and palmed her ass. The pressure of denim over his dick was almost too
much. The ache remained unfulfilled and he wanted to dip his cock into the
warmth of her cunt.

Nibbling her lower lip, he rocked into her and hissed as
pure want spiraled along his shaft. His hand slid upward along her smooth skin
to encounter her bra strap. He unclipped it with ease and fisted the cotton
shirt at her back to draw it over her head. The bra slipped off her body,
exposing her to his lustful gaze. Her creamy-white skin dried out his mouth and
he ached to touch her pert beasts. Licking dry lips, he slid his hands along
her waist and Bridget arched, a whimper flittering through the air. Flicking a
nail over a dusky nipple and watched it harden. His balls tightened as lust
seared him. Fuck, she was beautiful.

He captured a nipple in his mouth, flicking the hardened nub
with the tip of his tongue. Bridget’s hand slid into his hair to hold him to
her and he secretly gloried in it. He wanted her to need him as much as he
needed her. To yearn for his touch as much as he did hers. He pulled away to
blow on the nipple and grinned as she squealed. He paid equal attention to the
other breast, his free hand slipping beneath the band of her leggings to cup
her ass. Bridget moved restlessly against him, her hand fisting the top of his
shirt.

“Take it off,” she murmured.

Max straightened and yanked his shirt over his head and
watched as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off the rest of her clothes. Max
just about swallowed his tongue at the sight. She stood in a column of light,
her skin virtually glowing. His cock bobbed behind his jeans as a drop of
pre-cum emerged. She curled a finger at him and he closed the distance between
them, pulling her into him.

Bridget gasped and he swallowed it with a kiss. She kissed
him with fervor, with passion he’d never experienced. Not since the first time
he’d lost his virginity, and damn if it didn’t feel that way again. Desperate need
thrummed in his dick, and he feared he might not last as long as he wanted.

He walked her backward to the bed and they tumbled onto it.
His body fit between her thighs and he cursed the denim that separated them.
Bridget moaned as he shifted, and his attention narrowed on her. Her lower lip
quivered in a sexy pout as he rocked forward. Her knees hitched up, her warm
thighs gripping his waist.

The hair on the back of his neck rose and he fisted the
coverlet by her shoulder. Thrusting a few more times, he took pleasure in
giving her what she wanted. He straightened and pulled his jeans off, the head
of his cock glistening with pre-cum. Bridget sat up, her knees still hitched to
reveal her luscious bush. He groaned and fell to his knees. Sliding his hands along
her thighs, he inhaled the scent of her desire. Saliva filled his mouth and he
dipped his head to flick his tongue over her swollen clit. Bridget jerked, then
whimpered. Opening his mouth, he kissed her pussy, swirling his tongue around
her bud. She tasted of summer. Fresh and warm. His cock ached to dip into that
wetness, but he wanted to feel her come on his tongue. It tore at him, both
parts of him wanting to drown in her orgasm.

He pressed his thumbs against her lips and spread them to
expose her gorgeous cunt to his gaze. Licking the tender flesh, he devoured her
with all the passion that rocked through his frame. Bridget’s moans became
cries of joy as he stabbed her with his tongue, thrusting mercilessly into her.
Her legs moved restlessly and he blew against her engorged clit. Her breath
stuttered and he mirrored the sound.

Fuck, she was beautiful. His cock was on fire, hurting for
release. But he wanted to feel her orgasm too much. He suckled her clit and
shoved two fingers into her sopping cunt. The canal gripped his fingers and he
trembled at the feeling. He finger-fucked her hard, listening to her cries
reach a peak and feeling her vagina clamp over his fingers. Max tasted the rain
of her want for him and gripped his cock hard, halting the rush of come that
threatened to emerge. Cursing, he pulled away from her.

Bridget peered up at him, her chest heaving, a fine layer of
sweat on her breasts. Sweat he wanted to lick off her skin. Damn her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Every touch of her hand along his skin made him shiver. She
affected him in ways he’d never experienced. “I’ve never felt like this
before,” he said.

Her smile made something break off in his chest. “Me
either.”

He gripped her thighs, settling over her, her pussy juices
wetting his balls. He shivered. Hand fisted in her hair, he kissed her with all
the pent-up passion he felt. She devastated him with her voracious
participation, tasting him with her tongue and sucking on his, mimicking a
blowjob. Fuck, he needed to be in her.

“Where’s the condoms?”

“Bedside drawer.”

Max shoved a drawer open, flicked aside her vibrator to
snatch up a foil packet. Ripping it open, he settled onto his knees and rolled
the condom on. Gripping her thigh, he hooked it over his arm and pressed into
her. Pleasure seared his cock as her pussy swallowed him. Gloved in her tight
channel, he bit his lip as a climax rolled beneath the surface, threatening to
end their game in seconds. When she rolled her pelvis, he cursed at the hot
flush against his skin and gripped her hips.

“No, hold still.”

She blinked at him, uncertainty vibrating in her frame.

Max heaved out a self-recriminating chuckle. “If you move,
I’ll come.”

Bridget grinned. “I won’t mind.”

“I would. Shit, I haven’t had this happen to me since I lost
my v-card.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take it any way you want,” Max grunted as he pulled himself
back under control.

As the heat of lust waned, Max began the first tentative
thrusts. Bridget’s fingers clenched over his lower back. The soft sound of sex
filled the room, the scent of her filling his nostrils. Max fisted his hands
above her shoulders, desperate to hold on. Her tight cunt quivered against his
shaft, stroking him toward completion. Sweat snaked down his back and he rocked
into her, ignoring the burning in his balls. He wanted to make her climax, to
feel that rush of satisfaction of watching her lose it.

His thrusts became broken and he whispered a curse as his
dick bobbed inside her. He was so fucking close, the prickles of an oncoming
orgasm teasing him. Bridget murmured a sound of protest and he kissed her. He
tasted her passion and sucked her lower lip. He kissed her cheek and nibbled on
the lobe of her ear. Muscles tight with need, he tasted the sweat on her skin.
With every inhalation, her nipples scraped over his chest. Every touch was like
a jolt of electricity through him. It set him on edge and made the world shrink
until all that existed was her.

Panting, he rocked into her, determined this time to last
and give her a good fucking. Bridget flung her head back and he kissed the
column of her neck. Bliss surged along his shaft, her tight canal holding him
in sway. Her fingers skated up his spine and he shivered, his eyes threatening
to roll back at the erotic play along his skin. Damn her, she stole his
control. He lifted his arm, spreading her wider, forcing her hip upward so he
could pound her. Bridget cried out, the slap of flesh hitting flesh layered by
his sounds of pleasure. Hot need snaked around his cock and gripped his balls. Her
pussy moistened his sac and he loved it. He loved knowing he made her that wet.

Bridget’s nails dug into his ass and he hissed, glorying in
the sting. Her pussy tightened to the point it made it harder for him to thrust
into her. Max grunted, pleasure pounding through him as Bridget screamed his
name. He tensed with the threat of an orgasm, the need to follow after her
pressed on him, but he held back. He wanted to last. To prove he could master
all the emotions she evoked in him. A tremble ran through her pussy as she
came. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she whispered words of love.
Words about how beautiful he made her feel. How much she loved his body. He
drank them down like a parched man, the words settling in his chest in a way
that made his heart trip.

He shifted her legs until they hit his shoulder. Angling her
body, he rode her hard, his attention shifting to where they were joined. His
cock tingled at the sight of her pussy swallowing him, the slap of flesh and
the full-bodied perfume of their joint passion. This was so fucking beautiful.
His balls tightened as a shaft of hot need burned his control. The quiver of an
orgasm spiraled up his cock and slammed into his balls. He grunted as he
spurted into her. All-consuming need obliterated thought and he thrust a few
more times to draw out the bliss. As it faded, he fell into her, barely
noticing her knees skimming his sides. He knew on some level he failed to give
her another orgasm before he came, and it pressed against his conscience, but he
couldn’t muster up enough strength. He floated in a surreal world of joy and he
didn’t want to leave.

Bridget ran her fingers up and down his spine and he
grinned, turning his head into her face and breathing in the scent of her skin.
She didn’t smell sweaty, but of flowers and sex. He knew he should get off her,
but his muscles refused to cooperate. He chuckled at the best sex he’d ever
had. She turned her head toward him, her eyelids at half-mast.

“I hope you’re not laughing at me?”

He shook his head and rolled off her.

She turned to face him, a thigh flung over his legs, a chin
pressed into his shoulder. “That was amazing.”

She kissed his pec and awareness skittered down his chest
and into his heart. That couldn’t be good. Ice began to form, but melted as she
nibbled on his ear.

“Yeah, it was,” he said.

She ran a hand over his chest in lazy circles. His cock
bobbed, enthusiastic to do a repeat performance, ignoring the lethargy in his
muscles. He frowned. He was used to fucking at least five times a day and going
for more than thirty minutes and coming on command, but tonight he was
hard-pressed to reach fifteen. He laid a hand over hers, halting the move over
his heart. Beneath his fingers he could feel it racing.

She shifted closer until her breasts pressed against his
side. “What is it? You seem to be thinking pretty heavy after making love.”

Making love. That’s where they were different. He didn’t do
that. Ever. He swallowed hard, barbed wire tightening around his heart, the
previous bliss evaporating under the glare of reality. He’d wanted to fuck her
for so long that he didn’t see the error of his judgment. There was no way one
fuck was ever going to be enough. She was the kind of woman who demanded all of
a person and the guy she ended up with wouldn’t mind that.

He shifted and eased her hand off him. He needed distance.
Sitting up, he pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash. Fabric
whispered and her warmth touched his back. Slim arms wrapped around his
shoulders and she kissed the back of his neck. Shivers sluiced down his spine
and settled in his chest. Damn her.

“You can tell me,” she whispered against his skin.

He gripped her hand, studying how small it looked in his.
“It’s complicated.”

He felt her smile on his back. “I can handle complicated.
Come to bed.”

She tugged softly. If he wanted to, he could’ve broken away
and stood, but the fact remained that he didn’t want to. He wanted to remain in
the bubble where they were just two people getting to know each other. Taking
their relationship to the next level. Sliding beneath the sheets, he cupped her
cheek, brushing his thumb along her lower lip. He loved the flushed look on her
face. The mussed hair and lethargy in her body. He did that to her. Bridget
slid her hand along his side and she kissed him before rolling over to present
her back, forcing his arm around her waist.

Grinning, he tucked her into him, her ass pressing against
his semi. Bridget laughed and turned her head. “You’re insatiable.”

Max nipped her shoulder. “Yes, but I can wait.”

She wiggled her backside against him and he groaned at the
fresh wave of pleasure. “Can you?”

He reined in the urge to push in from behind. Instead he
tightened his arm around her waist. “You’ll thank me tomorrow when your pussy
feels raw from all that fucking.”

She giggled. “I hate to tell you, but it feels raw now. I’m
going to be walking funny tomorrow anyway.”

He pulled away from her and reached for another condom.
Rolling it on, he pulled her back into him and entered her from behind. She
gripped him beautifully, her sweet cunt ready for him. He eased back and pushed
into her, seating her in his lap. He kissed her earlobe, then blew, feeling a
shiver shimmer through her delicate frame.