“You really are a brat.”
“Determined.”
“Calculating.”
“A scientist knows to take the right tools into the lab.”
“You consider your breasts tools?”
“In attracting you, I sure hope so.”
“You’re so damn refreshing.”
“That’s better than irritating.”
“Not the same at all.”
“I’m glad.”
“I’m horny.”
She burst out laughing. “Then, I guess you’d better do something about it.”
“You take off those tiny little panties and I just might.”
“Might?” she asked with
a teasing look as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and started pushing down.
“Will.”
“Better.”
She tossed her thong away and then waited for him to do the same to his shorts. Only he hadn’t moved a muscle and his gaze was fixed on her nudity. “You’re exactly like I dreamed.”
“You had dreams about me?”
“I did.”
“I had dreams about you too. That means something, don’t you think?”
“It means we should have made it like bunnies at your sister’s wedding.”
She found herself laughing again as he pushed his shorts off. Her laughter ended on a choked gasp as she got her first glimpse of his hard penis.
Okay, so her previous two encounters had been with much smaller men overall, but Max wasn’t just big. He was huge.
“You got a license for that thing?” she asked on another choked laugh.
He prowled toward her. “It’d have to be a Class OIC #3 for large weapons.”
“You’ve got that right.” Was he even going to fit?
She was going to try. Really, really hard. And like she’d told him, she was very determined.
He climbed up onto the bed, slinking over her until his body completely dwarfed hers, his hardened flesh a hot brand against the apex of her thighs and up her stomach.
Definitely big. Really, really.