Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

Had never been this wet.

I was embarrassed at the thought of him seeing just how turned on I’d become. The mugger had come at me. He’d demanded my bag and I’d been so stupid. Stupid enough that I could have been hurt on a far more dangerous level.

Seeing Max come for me.

Watching Max charge after the guy for me.

That fear paled in comparison to the wreckage that remained of my system right now. Max was standing behind me checking out my goods, for fuck’s sake.

How had this happened? And why did I want more of it?

What did that make me? A deviant?

Like those insane people who caused car crashes and fucked in their cars afterward because of the endorphins? Was I one of those people?

He nipped at the skin where my ass met my thigh. “You’re overthinking. I can feel it. Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

God, I’d practically s

creamed that.

“No.” I changed my voice to a whisper. “No, Max.”

“Fuck.” He shoved my skirt higher and jerked my legs apart even farther so that it would stay up. There were no secrets. Every part of me was there for him.

Oh, God.

I heard the snick of something metal and then my panties fluttered down between my legs.

He’d cut them off.

How—oh, God.

His tongue swiped up from where my thighs met my sex, up to my slit. He opened me and there was nothing but his warm mouth and ridiculously skilled tongue. Heat flushed up my neck at the sounds of his erotic kisses and my wetness.

I was frozen from shock and the building pressure. Nothing was off-limits to him. He thrust inward with his tongue, dug his thumbs inside me to find every last fold and secret, then stroked the pads of his fingers over my clit until my legs shook.

The spraypainted A before me shimmered and disappeared into the inky darkness as my breaths grew shallow and my shoulders tensed. It wasn’t pleasure. It wasn’t anything like I’d ever experienced. It was so much more. So invasive and demanding. One thumb circled my clit, the other brushed through my folds and slipped inside in some sort of rhythm that I couldn’t follow, I could only capitulate to.

But it was his tongue that left me in shattered pieces. He drank me down like I was his favorite nectar, but he wouldn’t let me go over.

Wetter than ever, I quivered as insanity chased my every breath.

I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t breathe. His name was a chant in my head and I was so afraid it was actually my voice. That I was giving myself away that completely.

“Max, please.” He flicked his nail over my clit and my entire body shuddered. “Please.”

“I want you here. I like you here,” he said against my hip as he took a breather.

“I want you inside me.” He had to kill this ache inside me. The buzz from the soles of my feet to my clit pushed me to talk. I wouldn’t stay quiet and just take what he gave me. “Max. I need you inside me.”

He gripped my hips as he stood and loomed over me from behind. His mouth hovered at my ear, his breathing harsh, and his chest heaved against my naked back. I was more than half exposed and he was still in his suit.

I turned around in his arms, and my fingers trembled at his buckle. “This. I need this.” I unzipped him, groaning when his hold tightened. The velvety head of his cock brushed my wrist as I reached into his boxer briefs. Hard, hot, and sweet mercy, he was thick. The veins along the underside were a roadmap to the base of him.

He leaned down and caught my mouth. His chin and lips were smeared with me. Salty and indescribable was all I could come up with before my mind emptied. Our kiss was rough, and anything but romantic. He nipped and I reciprocated, he went for my neck and all I could do was hold on. He coasted up behind my ear and his low groan made me bold.