Crazy for Love

Max kissed her, his hand framing her jaw with gentle fingers. He kissed her again as his fingertips trailed down her neck before he turned her face to the side and sucked beneath her ear, already confident she’d like it. She did.

A minute before, she’d been thinking she should stop him. But now his body pressed heavy against her side and filled her up with recklessness. Her fingers curled into his arm as his mouth licked at her pulse.

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nbsp; “Max,” she breathed, the sound of his name giving her a thrill. Two days ago, she hadn’t known him, now she was holding her breath as his hand inched lower.

“God, you taste good,” he whispered, his words slipping over her skin. “You feel good,” she said, running her hand all the way up his solid biceps. The muscles flexed beneath the skin, rewarding her for her exploration. “So good.”

His leg slid more snugly between hers and Max kissed her again. Finally, his hand slid down and cupped her breast. Despite her anticipation, Chloe shivered in surprise.

This was like high school all over again. She felt just as excited and scared and uncertain. Goose bumps spread over every inch of her skin as his thumb brushed her nipple. Her hand shook against his wrist, as if this were her first time.

But it wasn’t her first time, and she knew exactly how rare it was to feel such sweet, heavy heat flowing through her veins. Max might be a virtual stranger, but the chemistry between them was unbelievably hot.

Chloe angled her mouth to take his tongue deeper. She rubbed her leg against his and moaned at the tightening of his fingers. Max made a low sound in response, and a subtle shift of his body made her suddenly aware of the press of his arousal against her hip. All the nerves in her body flared to brighter life.

He was excited. For her. For her.

Yes, this was like high school, when male attention had been unexpected and flattering to an average girl. The insistent, impressive length of his cock was a hot brand against her hip, and there was hardly any barrier between them. His baggy swim trunks and the paper-thin material of her bikini. They were practically naked.

“Max.” She sighed, curling both her hands into his hair to drag his mouth back down to her neck. In a move she would later admire for its smoothness, he kissed his way to the other side of her neck, requiring a slow shift of his body in order to reach her favorite spot. A few breaths later, Max was sucking just where she liked and his body fully covered hers, all their parts lining up perfectly.

So perfectly that Chloe groaned in sharp pleasure.

“Jesus,” Max whispered, rocking against her. Balancing his weight on his elbows, he slipped his hands into her hair to hold her head, then he began a leisurely exploration of all the sensitive spots on her neck.

Eyes open, Chloe stared at the swirl of stars above her. Pleasure spun through her body. His mouth trailed heat while his cock pressed her clit. Chloe couldn’t stop herself from moaning his name.

He whispered her name back to her. As if she were desirable in ways she’d forgotten she could be. In ways she’d never been with Thomas. That thought scared her, so she pushed it away and edged her knee higher up on Max’s thigh.

His weight lifted, and she was just about to whimper in disappointment when one of his hands touched her waist before sliding to her belly. His fingers were shockingly hot on her bare skin.

Oh, God, he was about to slide his hand into her bikini bottoms and feel how wet he’d made her.

Her nerves sang with anxiety…and desperate arousal.

“Can I…?” he murmured, but his hand was already slipping beneath the delicate fabric, feathering over sensitive skin.

Chloe could barely breathe. She arched her neck, twisting her head to the side to draw cooler air than the heat that shimmered off his skin.

“Chloe,” he said again, just as he touched her.

“Oh,” she breathed, not quite registering the flash of pale yellow that moved across the sand a few feet away.

His fingertip circled her, and she whimpered with lust, just as another flash of yellow shifted in front of her.

She blinked, drawn away from her focus on Max and his hand. A crab? She would’ve been scared if she’d had room for that in her head, but she was too full of what Max was doing, now sliding two fingers up and down just where she needed them. “Oh, God, yes,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Max answered.

But the crab sidled into view again, clear and bright as if… Oh, no. Light flashed in her eyes.

“Chloe?” Jenn called out of the darkness.

“Ack!” she yelped. She moved to knock Max’s hand away, but he’d already slid it free. He had just enough time to shift his weight to the side before the light found a steady home on Chloe’s face.

“Chloe!” Jenn called out happily. Her footsteps hurried closer before they came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away. “Oh. I…”