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eased himself away, keeping a hand on her to help her off the back of the couch. “Just wait.”
    Disappointment edged its pinpricks all over her, but she tried valiantly to keep her voice calm. “Are you kidding me?”
    Max laughed, and she couldn’t lie, that laugh totally charmed her. Always. But right now, it sort of pissed her off, too. Rain spattered on the roof, and the windows lit with a flash of lightning. The storm Freddy Romero had promised was here.
    “Girls have needs, too, you know,” Jessie suddenly said. “I know it’s only supposed to be the guys, but I’ll tell you something, Max, I’m ready to eat you alive and I’m going to be pretty fucking disappointed if you tell me again that we should take our time.”
    The first time he’d said it, during a heated make-out session on her couch, she’d been unsure he meant it, or if it was just his way of politely disengaging from something he didn’t want to be doing. But after that, gleaning bits and pieces of his past relationship with his crazy, unnamed ex, Jessie discovered Max’s desire to take things slow, to wait, not to rush into the physical was genuine and incredibly sexy. Frustrating, but hot.
    Now, though, she was done with waiting. Done with slow. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled his mouth toward hers, though she stopped just short of kissing him.
    “Please,” she said in a low voice, “don’t tell me you brought me all the way out here for the weekend so we can play UNO.”
    “No.” His hands settled on her hips, pulled her closer to rub his still-hard cock on her belly. His mouth found hers and teased it open. He sucked gently on her tongue before pulling away to look into her eyes. “I just didn’t want the first time to be on a couch.”
    God, how could any man be so freaking perfect? Her irritation dissipated, especially when he brushed her hair out of her eyes and ran his finger along her jawline before slipping his hand into hers to squeeze her fingers. He backed up a few steps toward the wooden staircase, tugging her by the hand, gaze never leaving hers.
    “First,” he said, pulling her gently up step by step, “I want to lay you down on the bed and take off all your clothes, slowly, kissing every part of you I reveal.”
    The words sent more heat all through her. She stumbled a little on the stair. Max caught her. Kissed her while he led her up another step. They’d reached the landing, and he pushed her against the wall to kiss her breathless.
    “Your mouth,” he said, kissing the places he mentioned. “Your jaw, your throat.”
    His hand went between her legs, knuckles pressing the soft fabric of her leggings. Against her clit. Rubbing so slow and gentle it was about to make her lose her mind.
    “And here,” Max murmured against her skin as his hand moved on her.
    Oh, yes. There. She’d dreamed of him touching her there, thought of it the countless times she’d given in to her frustration and imagined her hand was his. An incoherent noise slipped out of her.
    Max eased her up another few steps to the bedroom, which took up the entire second floor. The sound of the rain was so much louder up here, like stones rattling on tin. He led her to the bed and covered her with his body as she lay back on the soft quilt. Then, he undressed her. Piece by piece, her unbuttoned blouse, the soft leggings, the lacy bra and panties she’d bought especially for this trip. All pulled off by his strong, long fingers, every inch of her revealed and worshipped with his lips and tongue, just as he’d promised.
    Her mouth, where he urged her lips to part so his tongue could slip inside. Her throat, where he pressed his teeth to the beat of her pulse. Her nipples, one and the other, suckling each until she had to arch her back and shake from the sensation. Her ribs, her belly, her hips, her thighs all got their share of Max’s devotion.
    “So...fucking...perfect,” Jessie said.
    Max paused with his fingertips