Page 14 of Awakening Anna

Max chuckled, sounding quite satisfied with himself. “I'm happy to report that all of your bits are still right here.” He caressed her breast. “And what incredible bits they are.”

A wave of lust washed over her. How could she possibly want him so soon? She’d lost count of how many times they’d had sex, never mind her number of orgasms, and yet she wanted him as if they’d been apart for weeks.

The truth was, after tonight, Anna couldn't imagine not wanting Max. And recognizing the warmth flowing a little too close to her heart, she reminded herself that this wasn't a permanent situation.

Max rolled her back until he could see her face. “You're an amazing woman,” he said, punctuating the compliment with a panty-melting kiss that left Anna’s mind numb. Like a lovesick schoolgirl, all she could do was grin.

“What are you smiling about, Miss Robinson?” He quirked one brow nearly to his hairline, looking like a roguish Earl from one of her books.

“Can’t a satisfied woman smile when she feels like it?”

“Satisfied?” Max drawled. “Good to know you’re enjoying yourself so far.”

The words so far implied there was more to come. Pun intended, of course.

“I guess I liked it,” she said, dragging a hand over his hip. “Did you like what I did to you?”

Max's eyelids lowered as one corner of his mouth lifted. “I think I liked it. But I might need you to do it again to be sure.”

The rake. Anna tweaked his nipple, and Max's jaw clenched. “I suppose I could offer another demonstration,” she said. “But you'll have to be good and stay very still.”

When Max moved his hips against hers, pulse beats of excitement shot through her. She ground against him and started to purr.

To Anna’s surprise, Max rolled backward and lifted her onto his erection. She gasped as he filled her completely, throwing her into another new position. Max fondled her breasts, pulling gently on her nipples, then harder.

Anna let her body take over and began to move. Her hips rocked forward and back, awkwardly at first before finding her rhythm. When she planted her hands on the bed above Max's shoulders, he took her breast in his mouth, making her buck against him when he brushed his teeth over a swollen peak.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, driving up hard as he gripped her waist. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Anna was too far gone to catch the full meaning of Max’s words. Sitting upright, she lifted her hips until only his tip remained inside, then slowly slid back down until neither of them could say anything at all.

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