What Maxi Needs (Leave Your Shoes On 3)

Ryan said, “To prove I’m not a user.”

She grinned, a bit dreamily. Kind of dazed. “That’s not anything that’s crossed my mind. And for the record, I’m not that way, either. But I will tell you that I’ve spent a good deal of time on the short end of the stick. So I think

I know someone earnest when I meet him.”

Still staring deep into her eyes, he said, “I’d never treat you badly. That’s not who I am.”

“I figured that out already.”

“Hmm.” He was sure his eyes smoldered. “Then I should stop trying to reconcile this all in my mind or talk you out of it and just—”

“Fuck me.”

This was really happening? Because, Christ, he wanted her. Like nothing he’d ever known before.

“Now, Ryan,” she said. Then kissed him heatedly. When she pulled away, she repeated, “Now.”

With one arm around her to hold her up, though her strong legs did a damn fine job of it as her thighs tightened around his waist, he reached for the laptop bag hanging on the peg nearest him.

“Inside flap,” she told him.

He deftly worked the latch with finger and thumb. Then his hand dove into the front pocket, and he yanked out a foil packet.

No questions asked, he clenched it in his teeth, unbuckled his belt, and released the button on his pants. Jerked down the zipper and his briefs. He ripped open the packet and pulled out the condom as he blew the foil from his mouth. He was sheathed in a heartbeat.

“How is it that every nanosecond without you inside me is pure torture?” Maxi asked in a hoarse tone.

“Chemistry, remember?”

“God, you’re hot.”

Her words alone sparked an internal fire. But the way she looked at him…as though he were some sort of sexual Holy Grail…

Damn, that had him incinerating from the inside out.

Ryan literally couldn’t take another moment, another breath, without being buried within her. He whisked aside the triangle covering her mound. His arm around her loosened just enough to let her slip a bit lower, into the precise position. Then he plunged deep into her pussy.

“Oh, God!” she called out as her head whipped back.

Ryan stilled, sensations jarring him in the most exciting, unexpected way. “Christ, Maxi. You’re so damn tight. So wet.”

For him.

Her arm around his shoulders gripped him firmly. Her other hand splayed over the side of his neck, her fingertips pressing in. She was breathing heavily, those big blue eyes of hers wide and flashing with desire.

“Ryan,” she whispered. “Shit.” Her pussy contracted around him, and vibrations started deep inside her and stretched outward until she was shaking in his arms. “Damn it, I think…Oh, God…” She milked his erection, nearly pushing him over the edge. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.” A second later, she let out the most soul-stirring, unbidden cry of ecstasy. And squeezed him even harder.

Ryan could barely breathe. A couple full thrusts and chances were damn good he’d come too.

But, no. He wouldn’t give in so quickly. So easily.

How long had he waited for this blaze to rage within? How long had he craved for a woman to fall apart under his touch, instead of insisting that polite society didn’t engage in such primal acts?

Son of a bitch, what a fucking doormat, asshole, idiot he’d been for trying to be everything to Elizabeth that she’d never even wanted.

And here was this incredibly gorgeous, talented, witty—passionate—woman falling to pieces at his first, initial ministrations?

“Maxi,” he said with conviction in his tone, “you are so damn sensational.”