Page 80 of Revenge Honeymoon

“Um, okay.” His eyes narrowed.

When she rolled off him, his hand ended up under her ass, which caused a wave of heat to undulate through her body.

“Do you or do you not find me—ahem—attractive?” She practically fainted when she said the words. Never in her life had she been so bold. Not even when Greg Stansfeld had asked if he could feel her up after the prom, and she forced his hand down her dress. Because, dammit, she was seventeen and by now some guy should’ve felt her up.

Max propped himself up on one arm, freeing his hand from under her ass, which was a very sad thing, and looked her straight in the eye as she lay before him. “Yes.” He worked his jaw as he waited for another question. His green eyes snapped with fire.

With his rock hard body within touching distance, she had a hard time speaking.

“Would you kiss me again?”

Had the room temperature risen five extra degrees?

Her armpits felt damp.

He trailed his fingers down her bare arm.

Emily thought she would hyperventilate.

“Yes.” His voice was dark, dirty, gritty. As he said the word for a second time, he leaned in but stopped short of her mouth. “Do you want me to?”

His warm breath caressed her cheek.

“Yes.”

His mouth descended on hers.

Soft, yet solid. And he tasted delicious. Like warm chocolate, which made sense because they’d had chocolate lava cake for dessert.

Was this real? Could it be happening?

Her insides were molten fire. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to go further than a kiss. Could her body handle it or would she burst into flames and turn into a pile of ash at his feet?

Then the kiss went wild. As if every pent up feeling she’d had about Max came out in lips and tongues.

His hand slid up under the hem of her borrowed dress. He gripped her upper thigh, and then he broke their kiss.

Both of them panted.

“Is that okay?” His pupils were dilated like a wild animal’s.

“What?” Her mind was reeling. It didn’t seem possible. This was all a dream and then, poof, she was going to find herself in bed with her hand between her legs.

“My hand. On your leg.” He gave a quick smile.

“Yes, absolutely okay.”

“And this?” A finger slipped under the dainty lace waistband of her teeny tiny underwear.

“Oh yes.” Never had she been happier she’d purchased totally un-Emily-like panties in the ship’s lingerie store. This was much better than a boudoir photo shoot.

He tugged the itsy bitsy underwear off her body and a cool rush of air conditioned air buffeted between her legs.

“Oh.”

Yes, so much better.

When was the last time she’d had sex? Her mind skipped to Kyle and how he’d had trouble knowing what to do with her. Too much flesh. Her breasts seemed to get in his way. And he never understood how much time it took to satisfy her. More time than he seemed willing to spend.

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