skirt. Damn, her skin was soft. So much softer than the silk of her stocking. Heat washed through him and his dick strained against his pants. He took a shallow breath and told himself to get it under control. Practicality, he reminded himself. That’s what they’d been talking about.
“Now tell me the truth,” he said as his finger traveled even higher up Grace’s thigh. With a gasp, she caught his wrist, stopping him from going father. “Before you came to Lodi’s, did you make sure your hotel room was spotless, and stash condoms and lube in the bed stand next to Gideon’s Bible?”
He was just teasing her, trying to get his own raging desire under control, but she glowered at him and pushed his hand away. “I was wrong. You, sir, are no gentleman.”
“And we’ve already established you need a good lay. I’m here to give it to you. The condoms we’ll use. The lube you won’t need. I’ll make you come, Grace. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t know if you’re still on this earth or in the ether.”
“Better men than you have tried,” she said.
He grinned, reached out and stroked a finger against her cheek. “See? That was your first mistake, Dixie. Because no one’s better than me. And I won’t stop until I’ve done whatever magic it takes to make you scream my name.”
“You arrogant—”
He hadn’t been planning it, but he couldn’t resist. Cupping the back of her head, he pressed his mouth against hers. Not aggressive. No tongue. But not tentative or shy either. He sipped at her lips as if she was a fine wine, and it was true—she was intoxicating. She tasted like peaches, soft and ripe and succulent.
He immediately wanted more.
So did she.
Her lips parted. Her tongue sought out his, taking his breath. Angling his head, he took the kiss deeper but only briefly. Even so, by the time he pulled away, they were both breathing hard. Staring at each other in a way that screamed encore.
He leaned his forehead against hers, stroked back her silky blond hair, and whispered, “Think about it. And don’t get on that plane tomorrow. Fly with me instead.”
Then he left.
She knew where he lived and it was important she trust him enough to come to him. If they didn’t have that, Max knew no amount of sexual technique was going to get Grace off, not when having an orgasm was obviously so difficult for her in the first place.
Either she’d show up at his place later, or Lucy would get her back to the hotel safely. But even as he left, Max was pretty certain he’d see her soon.
Grace was fighting it but she knew what she wanted.
She wanted him .
***
Struck by indecision, Grace watched Max walk away.
Her mind told her to let him go.
Her body screamed to run after him.
His kiss. His words. Neither had been completely over the top, but they’d been just bold enough to get her attention and prove what she’d always believed. Max Dalton would be a spectacular lover.
Good Lord, the sound of his voice alone, cajoling her to fly with him while they were in a crowded bar, where anyone might overhear him, had her soaked and pressing her thighs together to ease the ache.
She refused to think of Operation Baby as idiocy, no matter what he or Lucy or Melina or anyone else thought. She knew what she wanted. But she also couldn’t deny she still wanted what Max was offering, too.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Lucy’s voice caused Grace to jerk.
“You’re actually still sitting here when I saw Max Dalton just make his move?”
Grace turned to face her friend. “I’m scared, Lucy,” she whispered before she even knew what she was going to say. But it was true so she didn’t bother trying to take it back.
Lucy nodded, but still asked. “Why?”
“Because—because I trusted him last night and he hurt me, even if I understand he didn’t mean to. Besides, what if I do let him—” She waved her hand in a small circle. “—you know. If Max Dalton can’t give me what
“Now tell me the truth,” he said as his finger traveled even higher up Grace’s thigh. With a gasp, she caught his wrist, stopping him from going father. “Before you came to Lodi’s, did you make sure your hotel room was spotless, and stash condoms and lube in the bed stand next to Gideon’s Bible?”
He was just teasing her, trying to get his own raging desire under control, but she glowered at him and pushed his hand away. “I was wrong. You, sir, are no gentleman.”
“And we’ve already established you need a good lay. I’m here to give it to you. The condoms we’ll use. The lube you won’t need. I’ll make you come, Grace. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t know if you’re still on this earth or in the ether.”
“Better men than you have tried,” she said.
He grinned, reached out and stroked a finger against her cheek. “See? That was your first mistake, Dixie. Because no one’s better than me. And I won’t stop until I’ve done whatever magic it takes to make you scream my name.”
“You arrogant—”
He hadn’t been planning it, but he couldn’t resist. Cupping the back of her head, he pressed his mouth against hers. Not aggressive. No tongue. But not tentative or shy either. He sipped at her lips as if she was a fine wine, and it was true—she was intoxicating. She tasted like peaches, soft and ripe and succulent.
He immediately wanted more.
So did she.
Her lips parted. Her tongue sought out his, taking his breath. Angling his head, he took the kiss deeper but only briefly. Even so, by the time he pulled away, they were both breathing hard. Staring at each other in a way that screamed encore.
He leaned his forehead against hers, stroked back her silky blond hair, and whispered, “Think about it. And don’t get on that plane tomorrow. Fly with me instead.”
Then he left.
She knew where he lived and it was important she trust him enough to come to him. If they didn’t have that, Max knew no amount of sexual technique was going to get Grace off, not when having an orgasm was obviously so difficult for her in the first place.
Either she’d show up at his place later, or Lucy would get her back to the hotel safely. But even as he left, Max was pretty certain he’d see her soon.
Grace was fighting it but she knew what she wanted.
She wanted him .
***
Struck by indecision, Grace watched Max walk away.
Her mind told her to let him go.
Her body screamed to run after him.
His kiss. His words. Neither had been completely over the top, but they’d been just bold enough to get her attention and prove what she’d always believed. Max Dalton would be a spectacular lover.
Good Lord, the sound of his voice alone, cajoling her to fly with him while they were in a crowded bar, where anyone might overhear him, had her soaked and pressing her thighs together to ease the ache.
She refused to think of Operation Baby as idiocy, no matter what he or Lucy or Melina or anyone else thought. She knew what she wanted. But she also couldn’t deny she still wanted what Max was offering, too.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Lucy’s voice caused Grace to jerk.
“You’re actually still sitting here when I saw Max Dalton just make his move?”
Grace turned to face her friend. “I’m scared, Lucy,” she whispered before she even knew what she was going to say. But it was true so she didn’t bother trying to take it back.
Lucy nodded, but still asked. “Why?”
“Because—because I trusted him last night and he hurt me, even if I understand he didn’t mean to. Besides, what if I do let him—” She waved her hand in a small circle. “—you know. If Max Dalton can’t give me what
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