Page 36 of Be My Baby

Millie’s full-bodied laugh rang out around the room, around him, wrapping him in her mirth.

“Stamina stallion? What on earth?” she chuckled.

Max shrugged again, fighting his own grin. “Arms up, gorgeous.” She obliged, raising her arms above her head. “I’m not going to win any awards, is all I’m saying. You might have to give me a few chances to even out the playing field.”

The back of his hands brushed the sides of her breasts. Millie gasped and the material rose, revealing her full breasts to him, her nipples beaded.

Oh, yes.

He couldn’t take his eyes from them. He’d wanted to see her bared to him for so long, it seemed a dream that she was there in front of him. He dragged the negligee over her head and tossed it over his shoulder.

He was actually salivating at the sight before him.

Max swallowed and brushed his knuckles back down the side of Millie’s breast. Her inhaled breath hitched and she arched slightly toward him. Max bit back the grin that wanted to break out on his mouth. Shewantedhim to touch her.

He turned his hand and cupped her, the weight of her breast as it moulded to his hand sent shivers all over him. He had large hands and still she spilled over the top. He drew in a shuddering breath, thumbed her nipple and looked up at her face.

She stared at him, her eyes half-shut and sexy as all hell.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

Millie nodded.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Millie. I’ve wanted to see you naked and touch you…” He stroked down her stomach and tugged the doona away from her hips. He dipped his hand and ran a knuckle gently, barely there, between her legs. She jerked against him. “…here.”

He looked up at her surprised face. “Lie down for me.”

She shuffled down in the bed until her head lay flat to the pillow, her golden hair fanned over it. He couldn’t stop staring at her body, how she moved, how her breasts moved. His hands shook with the tight hold he had on himself.

He hadn’t been joking when he’d said that about not lasting long. Not really. He was too damned turned on, hadn’t had sex in too long. He needed to make her enjoy herself from the beginning, give her as much pleasure as she’d allow before he dared enter her.

Shivers ran down his spine at that thought.

Max leaned down and rested beside her on his elbow and trailed his hand over her soft skin, up the outside of her thigh, over her stomach, between her breasts. Curves, curves, and more curves taunted him. Goosebumps trailed in the wake of his fingers. A sharp breath shuddered into her.

He leaned down and kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder and she visibly shivered.

“Did you mean that?” she whispered.

He kissed up her neck toward her ear. She turned her head to allow him access. “Mean what?”

“That you’ve wanted this for a while?”

He huffed a laugh into her skin and licked up to her ear, his hand still trailing seemingly aimlessly over her heated skin. Millie gasped.

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

Max pressed open-mouthed kisses back down her neck to her shoulder and over the skin toward the top of her breast, licking with tiny little flicks of his tongue with each kiss. Goosebumps peppered her skin, radiating outward from his mouth. Small gasps left her parted mouth.

“A while. Does it matter how long?”

She shook her head against the pillow. “I guess not?”

Max smiled into her warm skin. “Is that an answer or a question?”

He couldn’t stop pressing kisses to her skin. It was as if she was an addiction he had to sate.

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