Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 29029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Wow. I totally wasn’t expecting that.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m okay.”
He comes toward me again, kisses my lips, and this time, I make a conscious effort not to jerk from him. Instead, I lean into him, part my lips slightly so that I’m returning his kiss.
His full, firm lips are soft against mine.
He kisses me again, and then once more, and then his soft tongue probes my mouth for entrance.
So long…
So long since I’ve been kissed this way, and I wonder… Have I ever been kissed quite this way? Quite this gently?
I ease backward a bit.
“Sorry,” Max says. “Not ready for tongue?”
“No, I am ready, Max. I just…”
How can I say what I need to say? That I’m feeling something I didn’t expect to be feeling?
He’s being gentle on purpose, I know. Although I do believe Max is a gentle soul in his heart, he’s also a man, and the bulge in his jeans is impossible not to notice.
I need to expect that. Embrace it, even.
Why shouldn’t he enjoy himself? We should both enjoy ourselves.
I lean into him again, this time with my lips parted in invitation. He caresses them with his own, and his tongue slides into my mouth.
My body responds immediately. My nipples harden, and my stomach flutters. Tingles race through me, and as I meet his tongue with mine, desire rushes over me.
I thought it would take a little more, but my body seems to be leading, and my mind is ready to follow.
Max keeps the kiss gentle, slow, and while I appreciate his tenderness, my body wants more.
So I deepen the kiss. Me. Jenna.
And he growls.
Seriously, a vibrating growl into my mouth.
It doesn’t scare me.
There’s no reason to be scared. This is Max. Max, who would rather take a bullet than harm me.
Our lips glide together, and his velvet tongue caresses mine.
Without thinking, I reach toward him, wrap my arms around his neck and pull us closer.
And again the growl—the symphonic vibration from his body into mine.
And I find—to my complete and utter surprise—that I want more. Not just my body. I want more.
But still we kiss—we kiss and we kiss and we kiss—and as it becomes more urgent, my breathing quickens, my body warms, my heart races.
Until—
I push at him, breaking the kiss.
His eyes are wide. “Jen?”
I gasp in a breath, clasp my hand to my heart. “Beating so fast…”
“It’s okay,” he says. “You’re okay.”
“I… My heart… Usually, when it’s beating this fast, it’s…”
Max stiffens. “We can stop. We don’t have to do this.”
“No!”
I say nothing else, but I want to scream at him. I want him to know that if we don’t finish this I may die an untimely death. That I need him. That I need this whole thing. More than I thought.
“Jenna?”
“I just… My heart. It used to beat like this on the island. When I was being chased. When I was…in fear for my life.”
Max frowns. “Please don’t say you fear me.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t feel fear right now. I feel… I feel a need. An actual desire.”
His frown edges into a slight smile. “That’s a good thing from where I’m sitting.”
“It’s a very good thing. I’m feeling something. My body. It still works.”
“Of course it still works, Jen.”
“I didn’t expect this. I expected this to be something I had to get through. But Max… Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
He pulls away, his gaze cast downward. “Whatever you say, Jen.”
“I don’t mean it like that. My God, I want it. I just never expected to want it.”
“Trust me,” he says. “You wanting it will make it a lot better for me. A lot better for both of us.”
I look down at his crotch again, at the apparent bulge.
“As you can see,” he says, “evidence that I’m enjoying it as well.”
My urge to touch him is so great I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d want to touch that part of a man again, never thought I’d want it near me.
I assumed it would be something I had to cope with to have the children I so desire.
But now? Sitting here with Max—sweet, handsome, wonderful Max—I want to see that part of him. I want to touch that part of him.
And the tickle between my legs? Apparently I want that part of him inside me as well.
My therapist always told me the feelings would come back, but until now, I’m not sure I actually believed it.
“Kiss me again, Max. Please.”
His lips come down on mine, and this time he’s not quite so gentle.
11
MAX
I don’t have to nudge her lips open this time.
Jen offers me her sweet mouth, her silky tongue, her beautiful lips.
And oh my God…
Kissing her is paradise. Everything I knew it would be.
My cock is ready to explode from a mere kiss—a kiss from this woman I’ve loved for so long.