Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Is this how you wake up every morning?” I growled, sliding a finger into her wet center.
“No,” she admitted, her voice husky with desire and sleep.
I pushed my hard cock into her until I was balls deep and began to thrust.
Her cries filled the room and when she came, it was loud enough to wake the dead. My own orgasm quickly followed. Afterwards, I did something I never did with a woman. I gathered her close to me and held her tightly.
“You smell like a whore house. Time for a shower, Lillian.”
Chapter 25
Lillian
I’d never showered with a man before.
Both Dan and I had small showers in our apartments, and even if we had, Dan would probably have turned the other way and started talking about the French Revolution or something. I had no idea what an intimate experience it was.
As Max soaped me, teasing my sensitive points, I stood still and pretended to be unaware of just what he was doing.
But God, how I loved his height and his muscular build. He made me feel protected as if nothing bad could happen to me when he was around.
I shook my head, dislodging the dangerous thoughts from my mind. Max had made it very clear what this was. Sex with no attachments. Allowing myself to fantasize that it was anything more than what it was -the fastest route to heartbreak. I wasn’t going to allow that to happen.
Max turned me so I was facing away from him. His hands kneaded my shoulders, gently massaging and caressing me before they moved down to my ass. I was a curvy woman and I’d always thought my ass was too big, but Max seemed to love it. As he kneaded my ass cheeks, he made hungry sounds at the back of his throat.
He turned me to face him, took me into his arms, and in the hot mist gave me a bone-tingling kiss.
“I fantasized about fucking you in the shower,” he murmured. “Hell, I even jerked off thinking of you.”
“You did?” I asked, intrigued. Somehow, I couldn’t visualize cold-eyed Max, his large hand wrapped around his large cock while he imagined fucking me in the shower.
“I did.”
“When was this?”
“Not long after we met,” he admitted, his hands roaming over my body, leaving heat everywhere he touched.
I palmed his chest, rubbing my hands lightly over his nipples. “How were you fucking me?” I asked in a voice that sounded like a purr. I’d never thought of myself as a seductive person, but Max made me feel like a sex kitten.
“You were bent over,” he said.
“Like this?” I asked, bending over slightly, my hands braced on the wall. I wasn’t familiar with this new person I was becoming, but I loved her confidence.
“Yes, but your ass was higher and your legs were spread further apart,” Max said, his hands skimming over my ass and hips. He nudged my legs with his knees, adjusting me until he found the right angle to penetrate me.
Hot water rained down on our bodies as his cock drove into me. An odd cry escaped me. My powers of speech had gone. All I could think of was the wild sensations coursing through my body each time Max slammed into me. When it was over, Max pulled out of me and turned me around to rinse me under the water.
I looked at him. God, he was beautiful. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of having a man like him. But he’s not yours, a mocking voice said in my head. We dried ourselves in those huge fluffy hotel towels, and then we stood in front of the mirror and brushed our teeth.
I looked at Max from the corner of my eyes, and felt a pang of sadness. I wanted this for myself. A man to call my own, to wake up to every morning, and partake in this simple routine. My thoughts surprised me, but the weekend had opened up my eyes to how it could be with a person whom you were in perfect sync with.
I put the toothbrush into the glass and turned to him. “What are we doing today?”
“Breakfast, waterfall, then catching our flight back.”
My eyes widened with surprise and delight. “Did you really say waterfall?”
Max’s features softened. “Yes.”
I grinned at him. “Oh wow! Thank you.”
He cocked his head to one side and contemplated me for a few seconds before he spoke. “Apart from waterfalls, what else does Lillian love? What gets her eyes sparkling?”
“I’m not one of those mysterious women whose personality slowly and tantalizingly emerges over time. I just love dancing. Though, I haven’t been to a concert in a long time.”
“Why is that?” Max asked, his gaze trained on me as if he didn’t want to miss a word I said. It was flattering and it could go to a person’s head.