Page 14 of One Weekend in Vienna

She claimed me two years ago, and now I’m claiming her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, even though just breathing is killing me.

Her breathing stutters and she wraps those long legs around me, pulling me closer. “More than okay. Let go, Max.”

Something breaks loose in my chest as she parrots my words back to me, and I thrust hard, feeling those ripples starting in her core. It’s all the encouragement I need. I try to move slowly at first, rolling my hips just to see the way her eyes flutter with the movement, but soon she’s clutching at me, desperate for more and I can’t hold back.

I piston in and out of her, pounding her into the mattress, but she meets me every single time with a flex of her hips. I pick up the pace, feeling the tightness build at the base of myspine. Anna matches the rhythm I’ve set like we’ve done this a thousand times before.

If I have my way, we’ll be doing this for thousands of nights to come.

“Max,” she breathes, her eyes wild, her blonde hair spread out over the pillow like starlight. “It’s so good.”

Her words wash over me, filling every little crevice in my heart with what she didn’t say.We’reso good. Something shifts inside me. Something terrifying and wonderful all at once.

“Say my name again,” I murmurs, and I don’t care that she can hear the need thick in my voice.

“Max.”

“You’re so good, baby.” Her thighs tighten and I can feel the tension coiling in her body, the ripples in her pussy pulsing around my cock. I need her to come first. I slide a hand back between us, spreading her open, and angle my hips so every single thrust hits that sensitive bud. Deliberately, I focus on deep, direct thrusts until she’s mindless, my name dropping from her lips in a litany that makes me feel like a god.

“Come for me,” I growl, driving her up the bed as I pound into her softness.

Her scream echoes in my ear as her orgasm crashes through her, triggering mine, my strokes erratic now as she clenches around me, milking me until I’m gasping for breath, burying myself inside her as white-hot pleasure envelopes us both.

I catch myself before I crush her, lowering myself to my elbows and dropping a kiss on her nose. Her eyes are closed, and her shallow breaths match mine. “You okay?” I ask when she doesn’t move for long seconds. I brush the long strands of her hair away from her face.

Her eyes drift open and she smiles softly, nodding. “Mmm-hmm. You?”

“More than okay.”

She laughs as I give her back her words from earlier and the sound is like bells. God, I have it bad.

But I wouldn’t change a thing.

8

ANNA

Iwake to the soft buzz of my phone on the nightstand. For a blissful second, I’m warm and cozy, wrapped in the perfect cocoon of blankets, my head resting against a firm, steady shoulder. Then I remember exactly where I am—and who I’m with.

My eyes snap open, and the sight of Max sprawled beside me steals what little air is left in the room. His arm is draped over me, heavy and protective, his face relaxed and utterly unguarded in sleep. His dark lashes fan against his cheekbones, his stubble catching the soft morning light. How is it possible for someone to look this good first thing in the morning? It’s almost unfair.

The buzz comes again, and I jolt, fumbling for my phone.

Felix.

Panic grips me so hard I lose my breath.

I carefully slide out from under Max’s arm, the sudden loss of his warmth making me shiver. My mind is racing, regretpounding through me—but not for the reasons I thought it would. Last night wasn’t a mistake. Max was... amazing.

Sweet. Caring. Nothing like I imagined.

The guy I met two years ago was charming and wonderful, but that’s before I knew he was Max Walker. Max Walker, the guy people fell over. I figured when he got a woman – or let’s face it,womengiven his reputation – alone he’d expect her to drop to her knees and worship him. I expected him to be selfish; the kind of guy to not concern himself with whether his partner had a good time.

But my expectations were dead wrong. All the way around.

Max was the kind of guy who took the time to lace up my skates, hold my hand and catch me when I fall.

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