Page 35 of Amethyst

He’s wearing boxer briefs. Forest-green boxer briefs that hug those gigantic thighs.

And though I’ve never found men’s underwear sexy? My God, I do now.

He removes his jeans and throws them over the back of an armchair along with the shirt.

I can’t help myself. My gaze drops to the large bulge I’ve been eyeing all night.

He stalks toward the bed and then he sits down next to me.

“Normally this is where I undress you. But you may be more comfortable undressing yourself.”

I let out a loud gulp. “I want you to undress me, Max.”

He trails a finger over my shoulder, pulling on one strap of my purple prom dress. With the other hand, he releases the other strap, until they’re hanging over my upper arms.

I’m not wearing a bra.

The dress is snug and holds my C-cups in place.

And in a moment…he’s going to free them.

Max—Maximillian Sebastian Robinson—is going to see my bare breasts. I smile.

“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he whispers. He leans down and kisses my neck, my bare shoulder. Then he slides his tongue over my flesh until he comes up to my ear where he gives my lobe a tug. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He shoves his tongue into my ear.

I squirm. At the tickle, and at his words.

So long? He’s wanted me for so long?

The words don’t make any sense, but I don’t care. Right now I’m high. High on Max and what he’s doing to my ear with his tongue.

Has anything ever felt like this?

None of my fears are coming true. I was so afraid I wouldn’t like how this felt. That it was something I’d have to get through. To endure. Certainly not enjoy.

But oh my God, all I want ismore.

I whimper when he moves from my ear, but he slides his tongue over my cheeks, back to my lips, where he kisses me deeply and passionately.

All the while, he tugs the dress over my breasts, letting them fall free.

He breaks the kiss and drops his gaze.

He sucks in an audible breath. “As beautiful as I always knew you’d be.”

Again his word surprise me.

As I always knew you’d be?He’s thought about this before?

How could he have? I was gone. They all thought I was dead. They had a memorial for me.

Surely he didn’t think of me that way before I was gone.

But I think no further than that because he’s cupping my boobs, his warm hands burning against my skin.

“This feel nice?” he asks.

“You have no idea.”

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