Page 8 of Awakening Anna

Chapter Four

Nowhe really was trying to kill her.

Max's deft fingers unbuttoned her dress nearly to the waist. The lace of her bra did little to conceal the fullness of her breasts or the nipples that had hardened into solid peaks.

Through the thin material, Max took one pink tip between his fingers and pulled. A jolt of fire shot straight to Anna's sex. He did it again, and she arched her back.

Running on pure adrenaline, Anna reached for the button on his jeans. If he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, she’d have to take it. His hands joined hers, guiding them as she lowered his zipper to find nothing between the denim and his hot flesh. Together, they pushed the jeans down far enough to release his erection, and Anna gasped when they were skin to skin, Max throbbing hot and strong against her ass.

Running on instinct, she gripped the counter and thrust back against him. The orgasm touched the surface again. She was so close now.

Kisses along her shoulder turned to erotic bites. The pressure between her thighs intensified, and another tug at her nipple drew a cry from deep in her throat.

“More,” she begged, desperate for release.

Max peeled one of her hands off the counter and guided her to his erection. He was hard and thick, and she could feel the pulse of need that raced through them both. Max shuddered before pushing her forward and taking her with one powerful thrust.

Anna’s body stretched to take all of him, wet and ready for the invasion. Max held her hips as he thrust again and again, deeper with every motion. She picked up his rhythm and pushed back to meet each drive.

The sex was primal and rough, and Anna had never experienced anything this hot. With a final thrust that had her screaming out his name, her body went up in flames before splintering like shards of glass tossed into a storm.

When the waves ebbed, Anna became aware of Max's breath on the back of her neck. He was still deep inside her, his arms holding her tight. Doubts crept in. She’d just experienced the best orgasm of her life, but that didn’t mean her partner was satisfied.

As if she’d spoken the words aloud, Max put her fears to rest.

“That was amazing,” he said. “Best dessert ever.”

The triumph was dizzying. Or that could have been the orgasm still curling her toes. She’d finished. For once in her freaking life, she’d finished.

And not only was her partner not complaining, he was satisfied. Complimentary even.

Before Anna could share the sentiment, she heard a strange noise.

“Where's your garbage can?”

So much for hot after-sex talk.

“Under the sink. Why?”

“I need to throw this away,” he said and opened the cupboard door.

A condom. Dear God, she hadn't even thought of that. She never even asked. What if he hadn't been prepared? What did it mean that he was?

Max turned her to face him, desire still evident in his smoky-gray eyes. He still wanted her. Hallelujah! This night was not over. Anna trailed her hand along his solid jaw, the light stubble rough against her fingertips. She wondered how it would feel against her breasts.

Between her thighs.

“Don’t leave,” she said, embracing her newfound confidence. “Not yet.”

Max turned her palm to place a kiss in the center. “I have all night.”

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