What Maxi Needs (Leave Your Shoes On 3)

His head dipped, and his lips whisked over her slick folds. Against them, he whispered, “Does it matter?”

“Oh, God. Ryan.” Her body continued to tremble. “No, it doesn’t. Not at all.”

He withdrew his fingers and then kissed his way up her stomach, over her ribs to her breasts. His tongue curled around one of her taut nipples, teasing it even tighter. He gave the same attention to her other puckered peak, and she sighed contentedly.

His mouth brushed over the tops of her breasts. The tip of his tongue swept over her collarbone. His torso pressed to hers as he wedged himself between her legs and continued to taste her.

“You’re absolutely delicious,” he told her. Then nipped at her neck.

Her body jolted—a response he loved evoking. She teasingly said, “You’re playing with fire.”

“Good.” He gently bit his way up her throat. Kissed along her jaw. Then got serious with a passionate lip-lock.

Maxi gripped his biceps, her fingertips pressing into his muscles. Her body writhed beneath him, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Her pussy, still so wet and warm, ground against his thick shaft and sensitive balls. Making him wild for her.

In between searing kisses, she asked, “How do you want me?”

His gut clenched with desire. Such a loaded question. One he was initially inclined to answer with a simple, “Every way imaginable.”

But as she nibbled around the corners of his mouth, her firm ass offered to him flashed in his mind.

Scooting away, he took her hand and pulled her from the sofa. The fact that she wore nothing but the boots turned him on even more. He positioned her so that her back was to him. Then he guided her into the perfect stance—one knee bent on the sofa cushion, the other foot planted fi

rmly on the floor. Her forearms rested against the rolled arm of the couch. She arched her spine, which lifted her bare ass high in the air.

A strangled sound wrenched from somewhere deep in Ryan’s throat. This picture would be forever engrained on his brain.

He reached for the bag with the condoms. Yanked out the box and tore the cardboard apart. He grabbed one strip, ripped off a single packet, and tossed everything else aside. Sheathed himself in record time.

Then he said, “You’re going to want to hold on for this ride.”

Chapter Eight

Electric bolts zapped Maxi along every single one of her erogenous zones. Her voice was nothing but a breathy whisper as she told him, “Those are exactly the words I want to hear.”

She still vibrated from head to toe from the sensational orgasm he’d just delivered. Her clit and pussy pulsated with the need for more. Ryan had definitely opened the sexual floodgates, and Maxi was desperate to ride the wave.

He palmed her ass cheeks, and it sent fire through her body. As he stood behind her, his cock nudged her opening. A gentle teasing.

Her fingers curled into the arm of the couch as she readied herself for his entry. Knowing that whether it was slow and seductive or quick and forceful, she’d be in heaven.

“Ryan,” she urged.

His erection glided along her pussy lips. Back and forth. Taunting her. Stoking the fire.

She glanced at him over her shoulder and found him gazing hungrily at her.

“Oh, God.” She moaned. “You look at me like that and I just barrel right toward an orgasm.”

“I think you’re due a few more.”

“Ryan.” His name flew from her mouth on a rush of air. “Please.”

The corner of his mouth tipped. “I like it when you beg.”

“I like it when you give me what I want.”

“That’s not a worry. Giving you what you want is precisely what I want. So…we’re—”