Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Her eyes glazed with a sexual pleasure she couldn’t hide from him, but just that quickly, her features became troubled and she snapped her eyes closed.
The move forced a snarl from his throat. He took two more strokes for himself and then pulled out. Sliding down, he trailed biting kisses over her breasts and down the flat plane of her stomach.
He pushed his arms under her legs and forced them wide as he felt her fingers clasp him by the hair with just enough force to set him off.
He spread her open with his fingers and stared down into the glistening pink of her satin flesh. Flesh that drove him wild. Flesh that he wanted to taste, needed to taste. Ravenous, he held her open and licked her, from top to bottom and then again. Feeling her jerk against the bed, he inserted one finger into her sheath and began a dedicated effort to make her orgasm this way. He wanted it—wanted to taste it when she came—he wanted that shit now and he wanted it forever. He had no idea why she insisted on being so unhappy, but he knew damn good and well that making her orgasm over and over again had to be the key to making her want to sleep in his bed.
With those intentions, he took what he needed. Plunging his finger in and out, he took her clit between his teeth and began manipulating it with tongue and lips. He felt her response—she began moaning and wriggling uncontrollably.
He lifted his head and gritted his teeth as he looked down and watched his finger manipulate her. The sensation was stunning—the visual and the silky feel of her skin combined made his balls tighten and his guts clench. “Come for me, Erin. I want you to come for me—for me, baby. You have to love this—I need you to love this.” At his words, she began a keening wail, and much to his relief, she began coming. Her reaction was like a stroke of magic. After giving her the few seconds she needed to milk the feeling, he shifted up her body and with one thrust, plunged all the way inside.
He managed only five rough strokes before he lost control and followed her over into paradise.
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Erin opened her eyes, the physical connection between them unbroken. Even now, Max pushed deeply inside as if he had no intention of letting her loose anytime soon. He stared down at her with an intensity that was too much. Her eyes broke free and she let them roam over his features—his mouth held in stern lines, the frown line between his brows, the way the muscles of his neck were so rigidly corded.
She steeled herself, feeling a need for self-protection. Damn it! Why? Why, why, why? She tried to shut down her brain as she felt a lump in her throat that portended tears. Why couldn’t it have been about her? Why couldn’t he have wanted her so badly that he’d whisked her away to Argentina with no other motive? Fuck it. She admitted that her feelings were hurt but she wasn’t going to allow him to see her cry—yet even as she had the thought she felt the tears well up. She was so damn hurt that she couldn’t even stay focused on her plan of making him fall for her—and every day her emotions only intensified. Every time he made love to her it was so good that she wanted to crawl inside his mind and stay nestled inside his arms. Every time he made her orgasm, the dichotomy of her feelings for him became even more twisted. He made her so angry—but he smelled so damn good. He held her just perfectly, with the right amount of possessive force that made her feel so very wanted.
But she wasn’t wanted—except for the sexual aspect, which he couldn’t hide.
The thought made her quickly close her eyes, shutting him out, and she all but felt the discontented roar that came from his gut at her action. He was pissed that she was shutting him out—there was no question he wasn’t happy. Already, all she could think about was slipping away from him, to sleep away from him. She desperately needed peace and she couldn’t have that when he was demanding everything of her. He seemed to want everything she had to give, but didn’t understand that she needed something from him as well. She needed to be alone, to escape from the situation for a few hours through sleep, and to do that she needed to be away from him. It would only be minutes before he fell asleep and then—
Her thoughts were interrupted as he pulled out of her. He twisted his torso and made a grab for something that was beyond her line of vision.