Page 27 of Crush

The same hand then encircled my throat, his grip firm under my jaw as he lowered his head and fused his mouth to mine.

FUCK!

Out of pureshock, my lips opened and he took the opportunity to part them further with his tongue. My head and back were plastered against the hard door behind me.

Fight him, don’t let him take you back to that place, my self-preservation chanted. I had always sensed the caveman in him, sitting just below the surface. It waseverythingI secretly craved and more.

Raising my hands again, I flatted them against his solid pectoral muscles intending to push him away. Max’s kiss became borderline aggressive, demanding, and rough, as he plundered the softness of my skin but it felt so right. My attempt to remove him was laughable really, he was much larger and stronger than me.

I felt him smile briefly against my mouth as my attempts to resist him faded, my fingers now curling into his shirt. He didn’t back off and his hands moved to capture my wrists, dragging my arms up over my head, pinning them against the door with one hand. I was helpless as lust pumped through me. Max’s body felt strong and hard and I couldn’t stop the way I started to melt against his chest.

I then felt his other hand at my throat again, but this time it slid around past my nape and up into my hair to hold my head as he continued to feed hungrily from my lips.

And I waslostas unrestrained adrenaline pumped through me; desire reverberated in my stomach. His tongue plunged in and out of my mouth, stroking, tasting, taking.

Another wave of feminine awareness washed through me. The throbbing sensation in my sex increased and I pushed closer toward him, accepting him fully.

A thrill at how carnal his caress was,racedthrough me. I felt it down my spine and into my toes. Sparks of lust exploded in my pelvis. He tasted of whisky and spice, sweet and complex.

As he felt my complete surrender, the kiss changed slightly, still heated but less forceful and he released my wrists.

My arms fell onto his biceps as I pushed up and into his kiss, greedy for more. I couldn’t get enough as I realised how I had missed this unfettered passion.

My breasts were flattened against his chest, the friction against my nipples causing more heat to wash over me. The ridges of his six-pack pushed into my stomach through his shirt. The feeling of his body against mine sent my pulse into overdrive.

I whimpered into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his hands now cradling my head, angling my mouth exactly where he wanted it.

My hands were now clawing at the material of his shirt in wanton abandonment, my tongue chasing his, fencing in a battle for superiority.

I felt his teeth nibble my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue over it. Max then drew back momentarily, whispering against my mouth, “Do you want me to make you cum?” A vision of being fucked by this man swam into my passion-fuelled thoughts almost sending me over the edge. “Come home with me.”

Without waiting for an answer, his lips took mine again, almost turning my legs to jelly; a melting sensation pooling between my thighs.

I could feel Max’s cock was as hard as steel through his jeans and it pushed into the bottom of my tummy, causing it to flip flop. I wanted to feel him in my palm, squeeze his strength.

The sheer force and size of that muscle and that intense feeling of need brought me to my senses. What was I doing? My mindhatedwhat this man represented. My body on the other handcravedit, I wanted to beforcedto lose control again. Taken back to that place only one other man had shown me.

As I felt Max’s fingers dip to the hem of my dress and start to lift the skirt section I panicked.

No!

Releasing his shirt, I flattened my palms against his chest and pushed,wrenchingmy mouth away. I felt mortified that I had responded so thoroughly to his advances and how easily he had lacerated my self-respect.

“Stop,” I panted against his mouth, we were nose to nose and he raised his head, desire swimming in his hooded gaze. We were both out of breath like we had been running and I shoved him again and he stepped back with his arms raised in a gesture of surrender.

My whole body was shaking, as I attempted to straighten my clothing, realising I’d dropped my bag. A blushscorchedmy face.

On unsteady legs, I squatted to the floor and grabbed my clutch before standing. My eyes remained locked on Max’s. He was clearly trying to clawcontrol back. When I jumped back to my feet, he was watching me with a shimmer of disbelief.

My mouth opened but no words formed and I frantically turned toward the door,yanking itopen.

I heard Max call my name, but I needed to get away as mortification swamped my senses. I’d beensecondsaway from allowing him toscrewme against a fucking door.

As I set off down the corridor towards the front of the restaurant, I almost walked into the wall that was Gabriel Knight. He was making his way down the corridor with a confused expression. He was clearly looking for his friend but concern flashed across his features as I pushed past him.

“Amber?” he questioned and I turned my face away, aware of the tears in my eyes.

“You should teach your friend some manners,” I panted as I moved away, shock propelling me towards the exit.

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