Page 35 of Be My Baby

He glanced around the room so he didn’t have to look at her and risk drooling all over the carpet like some lust-crazed animal. He spied the fancy armchair just as she pointed to it.

Max nodded and breathed deep. It felt so weird being about to get naked with the odd, heavy silence in the room. Her bedroom was at the back of the house, so even if there had been any road noise at this time of day, it wouldn’t make it back here. The silence felt thick, bated, as if it was waiting.

Get with it, Jameson!

Of course it was waiting. So was she.

He pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head. It wasn’t cool enough for a jumper or coat yet, but the air had a definite nip to it that demanded more than a T-shirt. He folded it neatly, then sat on the edge of the chair to yank off his socks.

Max stood, sucked in his bottom lip and undid the button on his jeans. He felt each drag of the zip downward as a punch to the gut, a vibration on his rock-hard cock that set his teeth on edge with want.

Aware that she watched every movement, he dropped the jeans to the floor, grabbed them and placed them on the chair, then faced her, his trunks the only thing covering him. He dared a glance at her, but her attention was on his hips.

He swore beneath his breath, the words barely disturbing the air.

His cock twitched and he gritted his teeth. He took a step toward the bed.

“Shouldn’t you take those off too?”

Millie’s breathless question had his breathing turn short and sharp. He’d planned on removing theminthe bed. Did that mean she wanted to look at him, to see him naked? Or just for practicality?

He preferred to think the former.

He nodded and gripped the band of his trunks and shoved them down fast. If he didn’t he thought he might actually pass out from anticipation.

He kicked them over toward the chair, not bothering to pick them up, then looked at her.

Her wide eyes were glued to his hips, to his very hard and erect cock, and all he could think about was how her soft, parted lips would feel wrapped around it.

Max made it to the bed, he wasn’t really sure how, his knees were that weak, and drew back the doona and sheet. He rested one knee on the side of the mattress and motioned for permission to get in with her.

Millie nodded. Her gaze roved over his entire form, but she seemed to keep coming back to his hips.

Pure male pleasure flooded him. She liked what she saw.

“Your turn.”

Millie jerked her gaze up to his, colour flooding her face, knowing she’d been caught staring.

“For what?”

Max gestured to her negligee. “Get naked.”

She gasped audibly. “You don’t want to take it off me?”

Max moaned softly. He couldn’t help it.

“I thought it might help you get in the mood, but…” She gestured to his body, his hips. “I probably didn’t need to worry about that.”

The laugh that barked out of him made her jump. He kneeled on the bed fully now, his knees only inches from her thighs. He reached down and grasped the thin lacy material either side of her hips, his mouth close to hers.

“Yeah, that’s not going to be a problem. The problem might be lasting long enough for you to enjoy it.”

Millie’s snorted laugh was quickly covered by her hand slapping over her mouth. “I’m sorry. Laughing like that was really bad form.”

Max shrugged and lifted the negligee higher, inch by inch. Anticipation at seeing her bared before him had his stomach in knots. He couldn’t pry his eyes from the rising hem.

“Not at all. I haven’t had sex in years. I’m not going to be a stamina stallion this first time round.”

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