Running my hands down the curve of his biceps, they found their way to his shorts again, and I accidently brushed his enlarged hardness. With a deep groan, he sucked my ni**les harder, then looked up at me, out of breath. “Don’t do that, Jenna. You’ll have me begging. I didn’t plan this. We can stop. I wanted to take you out. You’re not a one-night stand. You’re more than that. I didn’t mean to do this. I want something great with you. We don’t have to—”

But I wanted to. “I know, Max,” I said, panting and taking him in with a mad passionate kiss as my hand went straight down to his hardness. He shuddered and groaned loudly, and I was more than happy I could make this beautiful man become completely weak. “Just so you know,” I said between kisses. “I don’t do this, ever, not until I at least—”

“How many?” he asked, kissing me back. His hand gripped my legs and pulled me up. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he headed toward the stairs.

“Just one.”

He smiled hugely. “Just one?” Burying my face into the space between his neck and shoulder as he climbed higher, he asked another. “When was the last time?”

Feeling too embarrassed to tell him I wasn’t that experienced, I muttered into his shoulder. “Three years ago.”

“Shit! It’s been three years?” He sounded completely surprised.

I nodded.

“Then it’s like I’m your first.” He let out that sly grin. “Let me make you waiting for three years worth the wait. I’m going to brand every inch of your body with my hands, my lips, and tongue, so that your body will know only me. You’ll be begging me to stop, because I’m going to give you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

That shot another tingle right to my core, sending fireworks to every nerve, every vein, every fiber of my being, and I wanted to rip his clothes off him.

Kicking the door with his feet, we were now standing in front of his bedroom. Not only was it spacious, and had a breathtaking view of the city, it was made for a king. He had the biggest bed I had ever seen. Wondering how many women he had brought there, I pushed that thought aside. For tonight, he was mine and mine alone. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, if not more, and that thought alone did all kinds of craziness to me.

Lowering me to the mattress, he pulled the satin blue cover away. Cupping my face, he kissed me softly, then headed toward my neck. “I’m going to make your first in three years the most memorable one,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you come…all night. Don’t worry about going to work tomorrow…I’m going to tell them you have a meeting with me.”

It took me a second to register what he had said. He had already lowered me down to the bed, taking in my breast. Trying to keep it together was hard enough. If I had been in the right state of mind, I would have said no, but I wanted him more than work.

Max unzipped my boots, then my pants, and managed to take both off with one single slide, except my G-string panty. I blushed. “I like…red.”

He arched his brows, taking of his shorts. Knowing what he was doing made me nervous…a whole lot nervous. After all had been stripped down…there it was, long, hard, and beautiful as him, and he had no problem showing it. Smiling, he hovered over me, using his elbow to anchor his weight, and laced his hand through my hair. “So beautiful. Are you ready?”

Withering underneath him, I nodded. Feeling the anticipation of him being inside me, the ache between my legs fired up. He was teasing me, taking his time, kissing where his lips could touch down south. When his lips found my panties, he used his tongue to move them aside and teased my clitoris with his tongue. “Max,” I exploded. I had died and had gone to sex heaven. The ache became stronger…stronger as he licked inside. Squirming from ecstasy, I pulled my legs up. I couldn’t take it any more.

He was enjoying me totally coming undone, and I loved the things he was doing to me as he took his time, giving me pleasure I never knew could be possible. I had imagined and dreamt how it could be with him, but never in my wildest dreams did I envision this. “Do you want me?” Max asked, teasing me with his erection on the tip of my vagina.

“Oh, God…yes,” I panted.

“We don’t have to. We can just taste each other,” he said, placing his hand where his penis was. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“Max, I want you inside me,” I said quickly, breathlessly. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’ve dreamt about this.”

Max’s eyes sparkled, reacting to my words. “I couldn’t stop now…but you didn’t dream nearly as much as I dreamt about you.” He reached inside a nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. As I watched him do it with ease and precision, I wondered again how many girls had been there. I had to stop thinking about that.

Max started to insert. “So tight, babe.” Gripping my legs, he pulled them up, and my legs spread even more. With several penetrations, he punctured through, and I moaned with pleasure and pain. “Are you okay?” he asked sweetly.

“Yes,” I shivered, taking him in, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything after that. Max was devouring me with his lips as his hips moved in and out slowly, then gradually moving faster. His hand moved down to the curve of my breast, and with a pinch from his fingers, I moaned louder. I never knew I could moan that loud.