Page 43 of Be My Baby

His voice died, crumbled to parchment in his throat. He took in her near-naked body and tried to breathe.

Bright turquoise bikini bottoms sat on the sexiest hips he could ever remember seeing, then an expanse of bare, creamy skin. His gaze settled on her hands. Her gorgeous breasts overflowed her small hands, the ample flesh held up and oh-so-enticing.

A grin leaked onto his mouth. Her hands weren’t covering much at all.

He looked higher. Her cheeks blazed with heat.

He kicked the door shut and flicked the lock.

“You scared me, Max.”

He walked over to her. “Dad wanted me to find out when you want the BBQ on.” He reached for one of her hands and pulled it gently away, exposing her breast to his greedy gaze, then did the same to the other side. She didn’t stop him.

“Max?” she whispered. “Your family’s outside.”

“Shh. I’m busy looking.”

Millie breathed deep, pushing herself further into his hands. His arousal flared, harder, hotter. He reached forward and cupped her, his thumb stroking over her hard nipple. He bit back on the moan that tried to leave his mouth and brought the other hand up to cup the other side.

“We really shouldn’t. Your family is out the back.”

He glanced at her face. Her words had come out almost as a question. Pleasure brightened her eyes. It was almost enough to bring him to his knees.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

The heat in her cheeks intensified. “Because I don’t want to.”

He stroked her nipples, massaging gently. Her eyelids fluttered, as if she wanted to close her eyes. He couldn’t help himself. He dipped his head and licked. Millie gasped, her hand shoving into his hair to hold him there.

Hell, yes.

He looked up and took her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard.

“Millie…”

She grabbed his head, her hands deep in his hair. He wanted her so badly.Neededher. It had only been days, but it was as if his body had forgotten and insisted she be his—now.

“You need to be quiet for me. We don’t want nosy people to come looking for us,” he murmured as he tugged on her ear with his lips.

He yanked at the bikini bottoms and dropped them to her feet, pulled back and spun her around to face the bed. He pressed against her back, his hard length shoving against the curve of her lower back while he kissed her neck, cupped one breast, and slid his other hand down between her legs to stroke.

She bucked against him and gasped a moan.

He slipped his hand lower.

He pushed his finger into her slowly and rocked it. She leaned into him, seeming to lose strength. She rocked on his finger and shook her head. He gritted his teeth at the feel of her. He’d last all of two seconds if she kept this up.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Insane, overwhelming need flooded him. He pushed her to the bed on her hands and knees and dropped his shorts to the floor. He grabbed her hips before she could move or turn and stepped up behind her, positioning himself.

And pushed.

Millie gasped loudly and pushed backward, shoving him deeper.

“Yes!” he moaned.

He thrust hard, gripping her hips tight, sliding fully into her. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t control the push of his hips as he thrust over and over.

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