Page 10 of Midnight Heat

"One more activity added to our list."

We enjoy our breakfast and make small talk. Max is so sexy, and I can't take my eyes off him. He's got this alpha thing going that is driving me crazy. We make it to the pool, and he makes my fantasy come true. It took us a few tries to get it right, but that's what made it more fun. I don't think I've ever laughed this hard or enjoyed myself more.

We're relaxing in the pool when he tries to make serious conversation. I've been avoiding touching on serious topics because I don't want to blurt out more lies than the ones I've already said. Besides, I've got a feeling that the more he knows about me, the more difficult it will be for me to walk away unscathed.

"What's your ideal day? If you could have a perfect day, what would it be like?" Max asks.

"I'm living it right now. Or at least that's what it feels like."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

He crowds me against the wall of the pool.

"What if I could give you more of them?"

"Isn't there a cliche about too much of a good thing…."

"Will you spend the night again with me?" He looks so intense when he asks that I catch my breath.

"Um, I could be persuaded. I think."

"Come on."

He grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the swimming pool. He then wraps me in a large towel like a burrito and bids me to follow him, which I happily do. Once we're in his bedroom, he pushes me toward the bathroom shower. It's been a warm day so I'm glad when the cool water washes over my body.

Before I know it, he's lathering me up with the shower gel and I just stand there and look at him. We've just met, but he treats me like a queen. I use the moment to take all of him in. A wall of solid muscle and perfection. His tats give him an edge that takes my breath away.

"Turn around, kitten."

I do what he says, because, right now, at this moment, he's my everything. Then I feel his large hands washing my back and my legs. He does it in such a way that it feels like he's trying to memorize every inch of my body. When he cleans my private parts, it doesn't feel sexual, more like someone taking care of me.

"Do I get to reciprocate?" I ask him.

"No, I have plans for you." He answers gruffly.

He pulls me under the water to rinse the suds off, and then he turns off the shower. Another large towel envelops me, and its crisp, lemony scent surrounds me. I try to reach out and kiss him, but he's too fast for me, and my kiss ends up on his cheek. A sliver of unease goes through me. He's never once kissed me on the lips, and every time I try to kiss him, he offers me his cheek or avoids my mouth altogether.

I watch him as he dries himself and decide right then that I will stay for another night. I need as much of this man as I can possibly experience before I leave him forever. I drop my towel and get into the bed. I rest on my side and watch him watch me. His gaze is still full of fire and need, and it's almost a warm caress on my body as he looks at every inch of me that is on display.

"Don't look at me like that, kitten."

"Like what?"

"Like you want me to ride you hard and fast. You're probably too sore for that."

"Maybe I don't care. Maybe I'm feral and need to be tamed."

"That is something I can definitely do."

Why on earth am I baiting him like this? I am sore and I'll probably be walking funny for the next week as it is. But I can't help myself. He comes into the bed with me and rests on his side, facing me. He strokes my arm tenderly and brings my hand to his mouth, placing a warm, soft kiss on it. Then he places it on his hard cock, which is swollen and angry with need.

"This is what you to do me, kitten. I ache with needing you."

I move closer to him and drape my leg over his hip. His erection is teasing my opening, and I tremble with excitement.

"Then take me, Max."

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