Agile. And oh-so-dangerous!
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered, lowering his head. Firm, wet lips as swift and demanding as the arms that swept her against him crushed hers and offered pleasure beyond her wildest imagination.
“Max…” The breathy plea shuddered through her lips.
His deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside the warm crevice of her mouth, teasing her tongue with his and exploring her innermost needs. Sophie breathed in his taste. Whiskey, coke and pure over-the-edge-to-die-for man.
Just when she thought she’d never breathe again, he lifted his head and muttered hoarsely, “We need a faster elevator.” He jerked her closer, pressing her breasts against the hard wall of his chest. Her nipples tightened as his need pulsed against her leg sending shivers of delight through her skin.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have picked the top floor for your suite,” Sophie suggested, kissing his neck.
“I could punch the stop button.”
“No you can’t.” She trailed her lips to his ear, nibbled a kissed on the lobe and delighted in the power of her touch as a small moan burst from his throat. “We don’t have protection.” She raised her head and tilted it to the side to look at him. “Unless you’re packing?”
“Not with me. No.” He slid his arms around her back, down past her buttocks to her thighs. He lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her back against the silver wall. A devilish dark brow winged up. “Maybe we could–”
“No way. We’ll wait. I’m not taking any chances this time.” Sophie arched her neck so she could see the numbers on the panel light up. Seven… Eight…
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
Nine… Ten… God what was he doing to her neck?
Eleven…
“Almost there.” Was that her voice all husky and breathless?
The elevator dinged.
Finally.
The doors slid open with a whoosh and Max carried her, legs still wrapped around his waist, across the thick carpeted hall to his penthouse door. Balancing her in his arms, he fumbled with the card key until the door to his suite opened.
With three long strides he deposited her on the bed and sank down beside her. The mattress dipped with his weight causing her to roll toward him. He leaned over and pinned her hands to the bed. The smoldering flame in his dark gray eyes made her stomach flip. Then flop. “Now I can make you mine.” The velvety promise slid from his lips as he nibbled kisses along her neck.
“Not so fast.” Sophie wriggled free and gave him what she hoped was a stern look. “First things first. We need the glove.” Not that it did a whole lot of good the last time, but she hoped the planets were lined up just so and the odds were in her favor this round. Not that she was into astronomy or anything, but every little bit helped.
Max groaned and dropped a kiss on her stomach where her blouse had ridden up to reveal the creamy flesh beneath. “Be right back.” He slid off the bed and disappeared through French doors into the adjoining bathroom. Metal clanged. Papers rustled. Something crashed and Max let out a colorful explicative before finally emerging triumphantly with the box of condoms.
Sophie sucked in a gasp. Were they going to need the whole box? Anticipation pooled in her core and excitement tingled over every nerve ending in her body. She certainly hoped so.
“No more distractions.” He loosened his tie and flung it across the room. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She swallowed hard as he removed his shirt. Dark hair covered his chest and trailed into a delightful vee at his waistband. “A very good plan.”
Max’s lips quirked into a sexy grin. “I thought so.” His trousers hit the floor and he stepped out of them. Clad only in boxers he strode across the room to stand in front of her. The growing bulge beneath the black cotton material was hard to ignore. Sophie swallowed again.
“You seem
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he whispered, lowering his head. Firm, wet lips as swift and demanding as the arms that swept her against him crushed hers and offered pleasure beyond her wildest imagination.
“Max…” The breathy plea shuddered through her lips.
His deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside the warm crevice of her mouth, teasing her tongue with his and exploring her innermost needs. Sophie breathed in his taste. Whiskey, coke and pure over-the-edge-to-die-for man.
Just when she thought she’d never breathe again, he lifted his head and muttered hoarsely, “We need a faster elevator.” He jerked her closer, pressing her breasts against the hard wall of his chest. Her nipples tightened as his need pulsed against her leg sending shivers of delight through her skin.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have picked the top floor for your suite,” Sophie suggested, kissing his neck.
“I could punch the stop button.”
“No you can’t.” She trailed her lips to his ear, nibbled a kissed on the lobe and delighted in the power of her touch as a small moan burst from his throat. “We don’t have protection.” She raised her head and tilted it to the side to look at him. “Unless you’re packing?”
“Not with me. No.” He slid his arms around her back, down past her buttocks to her thighs. He lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her back against the silver wall. A devilish dark brow winged up. “Maybe we could–”
“No way. We’ll wait. I’m not taking any chances this time.” Sophie arched her neck so she could see the numbers on the panel light up. Seven… Eight…
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
Nine… Ten… God what was he doing to her neck?
Eleven…
“Almost there.” Was that her voice all husky and breathless?
The elevator dinged.
Finally.
The doors slid open with a whoosh and Max carried her, legs still wrapped around his waist, across the thick carpeted hall to his penthouse door. Balancing her in his arms, he fumbled with the card key until the door to his suite opened.
With three long strides he deposited her on the bed and sank down beside her. The mattress dipped with his weight causing her to roll toward him. He leaned over and pinned her hands to the bed. The smoldering flame in his dark gray eyes made her stomach flip. Then flop. “Now I can make you mine.” The velvety promise slid from his lips as he nibbled kisses along her neck.
“Not so fast.” Sophie wriggled free and gave him what she hoped was a stern look. “First things first. We need the glove.” Not that it did a whole lot of good the last time, but she hoped the planets were lined up just so and the odds were in her favor this round. Not that she was into astronomy or anything, but every little bit helped.
Max groaned and dropped a kiss on her stomach where her blouse had ridden up to reveal the creamy flesh beneath. “Be right back.” He slid off the bed and disappeared through French doors into the adjoining bathroom. Metal clanged. Papers rustled. Something crashed and Max let out a colorful explicative before finally emerging triumphantly with the box of condoms.
Sophie sucked in a gasp. Were they going to need the whole box? Anticipation pooled in her core and excitement tingled over every nerve ending in her body. She certainly hoped so.
“No more distractions.” He loosened his tie and flung it across the room. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She swallowed hard as he removed his shirt. Dark hair covered his chest and trailed into a delightful vee at his waistband. “A very good plan.”
Max’s lips quirked into a sexy grin. “I thought so.” His trousers hit the floor and he stepped out of them. Clad only in boxers he strode across the room to stand in front of her. The growing bulge beneath the black cotton material was hard to ignore. Sophie swallowed again.
“You seem
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