Page 52 of Defensive Zone

“You’re going to make me blush,” he teased.

“Don’t ruin this moment, Max,” she deadpanned.

He rocked his body against hers, against her spread thighs, and she shuddered, her hand tightening on his bicep.

“Did I ruin it?” he asked.

She laughed. “Stop talking. You’re making it worse.”

“I can definitely do that,” he said. Then he reached behind her and popped the clasp on her bra, letting the fabric fall away from her perfect breasts.

He cupped each one, scraping his thumbnails over her nipples, and she arched into his touch. He leaned down and pulled one pebbled tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the distended nub and relishing in every sound of pleasure that fell from her lips as her fingers shifted through his hair.

“Oh, Max,” she moaned when he moved to her other breast, tormenting it the same way.

Her legs tightened around his waist as he worshiped her. He released her breast with a pop and kissed down her stomach, her muscles clenching under his lips.

He pressed his cock against the dryer, the shaking of the machine doing nothing to assuage the painful ache. He would give anything to plunge inside of her body, but he doubted she was ready for that. He was still amazed that they had gone this far.

But he wanted more.

He trailed his finger along the edge of her jeans and met her gaze. Her pupils were blown, her eyes heavy, as she breathed hard. He licked his lips, and she stared, her tongue darting out to lick her own lips.

Fuck. She was hot as hell and stepping away from her right now would end him.

“Is this going too fast?” she asked.

“Probably,” he said, cursing his honesty. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I should, but no,” she said, reaching down and popping open the button on her jeans.

“Fucking hell, Gabi,” he said as she parted the zipper.

“Max, please,” she whispered, and he didn’t need any more of an invitation. She lifted her hips and he stripped off her jeans.

There she sat, in just a pair of red cotton panties. He swallowed hard.

“You are so fucking stunning. I want to devour you,” he growled.

She gave him a wide smile and leaned back, putting herself on display. Her nerves seemed to be gone, while his had just ramped up a notch. He questioned what they were doing for a split second, but he wanted her too much to think anything through.

He pressed his palm to her panties, feeling the heat and wetness just beyond that flimsy barrier.

She gasped his name when he pressed harder, cupping her heat.

“Fuck, Gabi,” he murmured. Then he was kissing down her chest, quickly tugging a nipple into his mouth, and then the other, before he kissed down the center of her body and over her stomach. Her muscles clenched under his mouth.

His thumb pressed her clit over her panties, and she moaned and squirmed, trying to get closer to him.

Her hands tugged at his hair. He groaned at the tightness on his scalp as, with every swipe of his thumb, she pulled harder.

She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and he loved it. And she called him unexpected.

He slipped a finger under her panties, sliding through her wetness.

“You’re drenched,” he murmured against her belly. He looked up to catch her staring down at him. Her eyes blazed with need.

Her gaze never wavered. “It’s the dryer,” she deadpanned.

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