Page 23 of Awakening Anna

Chapter Eleven

They came backto reality together, still joined and panting. Words seemed inadequate, so Anna placed a reverent kiss on Max’s mouth before lifting her hips and dropping to one side. If they didn’t say another word before morning, she wouldn’t complain.

And you’re mine.

Anna liked the sound of that entirely too much.

Turning onto his side, Max tucked a curl behind her ear. “We could have been doing this for weeks.”

She pressed a finger against his lips. “Two weeks or two days, you’ve given me the best sex of my life. I have no complaints. It’s as if I was sleeping through my life until you offered to make me dinner. And now I’m wide awake for the first time.”

“Then I should do my best to keep you that way, don’t you think?”

Rubbing her knee along his shaft, she said, “What do you think?”

Max pressed her back onto the mattress and leaned over her. “I think I’m a damn lucky man. Though after last night, you’re putting my recovery time to the test.”

She felt his cock press against her thigh, hard and pulsing. “From what I can tell, you’ve already made a full recovery.”

“I have,” he said. “You make me harder than I’ve ever been. And you were doing it long before that steak dinner.”

“Want to know a secret?” she whispered.

“Does it involve me?” he murmured, nibbling her ear.

Anna shivered. “It does.”

Lifting higher on his elbow, he said, “Spill.”

“Well. . .” Anna couldn’t believe she was really going to admit this. “I’ve been dreaming about you, too. For weeks.”

“I like this secret,” he said, his ego swelling along with the rest of him. “And what were we doing in these dreams?”

“All sorts of things.”

“I need details.”

“They were very graphic,” she said. “Erotic even.”

“Go on.” He twirled one finger in the dark curls between her thighs. “Which dream was your favorite?”

They’d already fulfilled most of them, but there was one they hadn’t tried yet.

“I don’t suppose you have anything sweet in your refrigerator?” she asked.

Max froze. “You want to eat? Right now?”

Kissing the side of his neck, she said, “Not eat. Lick.” And she demonstrated by running her tongue over his collarbone.

“I can find something.” Nudging her legs open, he teased her until she was wet and ready. “Do I get to lick, too?”

“Uh huh,” she said, her eyes closing as her body focused on his talented fingers.

“Do I get to lick you here?” His hand cupped her as one finger pressed inside.

“Yes, please,” she said, writhing off the bed.

Max gave her nipple a quick bite. “Do you want me to stop to make a trip to the kitchen?”

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