Stacy's Destiny (The Town of Pearl 2)

“You taste so good, and you feel even better,” he whispered before trailing kisses along her jaw then neck.

He could feel her hands on his forearms. She was beginning to push away.

He removed his hands from under her shirt and placed them on her hips. Looking down into her gorgeous brown eyes, he saw the desire in them and smiled.

“I can’t believe this happened and that I let you,” she whispered.

“It is happening, and it will definitely happen again,” he teased as he reached up to gently brush his thumb across her lip. She blushed, and he laughed.

“This is pretty impressive carpentry work, Stacy. Where did you learn how to do carpentry work?” Max asked. The question seemed to surprise her but also give her the opportunity to absorb what just happened between them.

“I just learned,” she stated, turning away from him, but he didn’t release his hold of her. He clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows before giving her hips a squeeze.

“You’re going to have to learn that I expect a real answer when I ask a question, especially if it pertains to you, darlin’.”

Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t pull away from him.

“Are you always so demanding?” she asked him, squinting her eyes up at him in challenge.

Her chin tilted up, and her head was so far back that it touched the back of her shoulders, but she didn’t back down. He parted his legs, adjusting his stance so that her face was eye level with his chest and neck.

“I’m real demanding darlin’, especially in bed. Now answer my question.”

Her eyes widened at his statement, but then she shook her head.

“You have a cute twang to your words, you kiss real good, and you are definitely good looking, but it will take more than those things to get me to spread my legs. I don’t take a liking to being ordered around or crowded.”

He smiled at her challenging tone. “Maybe you need ordering around, and maybe I like crowding you. I like feeling your body against mine. I like the scent of your shampoo and the fire in your eyes when you get angry and turned on. I want more,” he whispered then cupped her face between his hands and kissed her.

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Stacy didn’t know what came over her. Was he telling the truth about what he liked, or was this some kind of a game? She hoped it wasn’t a game and dreaded the possibility that Max could lie so well. But in her experience, men lied. Her entire body hummed with need as Max continued to kiss her, drawing more need from deep within her. Could Max and Eric really be interested in her? His large palm moved from her cheek to her neck, then under her shirt, and around her back. She felt him lift her, and instinctively she straddled his hips. She heard the ladder creak against the side of the house as he pressed her against it. It was so erotic. Everything about the moment, from his tongue exploring her mouth to his hands exploring her body, made her feel like she was on fire and getting hotter by the second. The feel of the steel ladder rungs against her back applied pressure, causing her to push her pelvis against his crotch. Despite his jeans, she could feel his hard cock press against her covered mound, and it felt so good. His hand roamed over her hip then across her ribs to her breast. He massaged and pulled her nipple as he sank his body harder against her. She rubbed her pelvis against him, and he gave a small sequence of thrusts in return. This surely was the hottest kiss she had ever experienced.

He finally released her mouth and trailed kisses over her neck then shoulder where the bruise was. Reality began to sink in with a feeling of embarrassment at her easy acceptance of his dominance.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She moaned softly, and he kissed her again.

“I think we should stop. Someone might see,” she whispered, shocked at how aroused and sexy her voice sounded.

“I don’t want to,” he stated then gave her lip a little nibble as he teased the bottom.

“Please, Max, this is too much too soon. I don’t know you.”

“Get to know me, Stacy. Get to know Eric and I. We won’t push you, but we won’t hide our affection toward you. With lips like yours, it’s just impossible,” Max told her then kissed her again.

He slowly let her feet down to the ground and ended the kiss. It shocked her that her legs actually felt wobbly and unsteady. He looked at her so seriously, and she felt his desire and saw a look in his eyes that stirred her feminine intuition and just knew that he was serious. It scared her and made her think about things she had no right thinking until the New York issue was resolved.

“Am I interrupting something?” Eric asked, causing Stacy to look toward Eric as he approached while Max remained holding her and staring at her. It was as if he knew his brother was coming around the side of the house. Could he have?

“We were just discussing Stacy’s lips,” Max teased as he caressed her lower lip with his thumb. She could feel his hand on her waist under her tank top and against her ribs. His fingers caressed her skin, sending tiny goose bumps along their path.

“Hmmm, that’s a topic I am definitely interested in,” Eric added then placed his hand against her cheek to turn her face toward him. She hesitated until she felt Max’s hand against her skin giving her a tug toward Eric. Eric lowered his head and kissed her lips. She was caught up in the sensation of being touched by two men at once. It overwhelmed her, but before she could pull away, Eric slowly released her lips.

“Delicious. Makes a man want more and more though,” he added with a wink as Max stared at her.

“You should get used to this, Stacy. It seems my brother and I are both fixin’ to get real familiar with these lips.”