Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters) by April Angel Page A

caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
    Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she cared.
    He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk, pulling her with him.
    Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any longer.
    “I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
    “No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
    He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
    She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of fighting this. I want you.”
    “Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
    Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp inhale when she licked his neck.
    “Sabrina…”
    Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
    Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her. She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to his jeans. “Fuck me.”
    He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face, showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to what her body desired. And it desired Max.
    “Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
    “Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    “Jesus, baby. Just give me a second.”
    “No. No seconds, no thinking, no anything.” Warm, hard flesh met her hand when she dove into the well-worn denim of his jeans. His ragged breaths, coupled with sporadic moans, urged her further. Their gazes connected, and sparks flew. Lust coursed between them. “No more waiting, Max. It’s time to feel.”
    Time blurred. Somehow he moved away from the trunk, and they turned. She was the one with her back to the large tree when he locked his lips with hers again. The way he kissed her, full of dark promise, leveled her patience. She whimpered, wanting—no, needing his touch. Her breasts swelled under her top, her nipples pebbled into tight points, and the throbbing between her thighs increased. He tugged on her tank top, jerking it up and off her body.
    Pants tore from her lungs and rushed up her throat. Cool air stroked her overheated flesh, like featherlight kisses, just as he licked her