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enough and it was too much all at the same time. He sent her up and over into orgasm without ever moving faster or changing the pace. Climax rocked her, and Jessie shuddered. His name eased out of her on a long series of sighs she couldn’t muffle and didn’t want to. The world tipped and went unfocused. When she came back to it, she found him still looking at her, though the grin had faded and become a different sort of look, one she wasn’t sure she could identify.
    Before she could think to ask him what was wrong, Max had pulled her mouth to his. Their bodies moved naturally, his cock sliding inside her as easily as if he’d guided it with a hand, though all she’d done was lean forward for his kiss. She shuddered again at the way he filled her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. The kiss deepened. Max gripped the back of her neck, holding her to him while he moved inside her hard enough to move her entire body.
    The bed shook. Everything shook. Jessie came again when he muttered her name. A moment after that, Max cried out, low. Jessie forced her eyes to open, to focus, to pay attention. She wanted to watch his face when he spent himself inside her, and it was worth every effort, because Max was looking into her eyes until the very last second when pleasure overtook him. When he gave up to it, and her, at last.

Chapter 3
    If heaven had a smell, Max thought, it was bacon and fresh coffee; if it had a feeling, it was the weight of warm, naked female flesh against his bare back. Turning, he arranged himself against Jessie, who snuggled sleepily against him with a sigh. Burying his face in her hair, he ran his hands down her back to cup her ass and pull her closer against him.
    She murmured something that sounded like his name and wriggled. When she moved against him like that, he was rock-hard in half a second. Max couldn’t stop himself from kissing her when Jessie blinked up at him with one of those sexy smiles that so slayed him.
    She wriggled again, sort of like a protest. “Toothbrush!”
    “Forget it.” He slid a hand between them to stroke a finger through her curls and find her clit. Slow, steady circles, his gaze on hers to watch her pupils dilate. He dipped a finger lower to find her wetness, and when she shivered, decided to keep going. Max pushed a finger inside her. When she moaned, he went a little deeper.
    Smiling, Jessie rolled onto her back with one arm flung over her eyes and lifted her hips to encourage him. Her mouth opened, tongue sliding along her lower lip. When Max bent to take one of her nipples between his lips, she threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging. God, he loved the way she responded to him, like everything he did was...
    Perfect.
    That’s what she’d said last night.
    Sometimes, Max was admittedly an idiot, but not about this. He knew perfection was a lie that twisted itself around people in the beginning and bit them in the ass when they got to know each other. It wasn’t real or meant to last, and anyone who expected it to was more than dumb—they were crazy. But he didn’t want to go there, so he pushed away thoughts of the past and crazy Patty, who’d tried her best to make his life hell, and he concentrated on the woman now shifting restlessly beneath his mouth and hands.
    He’d thought about this since the first time he saw her, that strawberry blond hair pulled high on top of her head, her purple Converse sneakers paired with a long black skirt and a Metallica concert shirt he’d seen right away was genuine and not something she’d picked up at Hot Topic for kicks. Jessie’s blue eyes, her smile and laugh, the way she shook his hand when she introduced herself, had heated him up from the start, but he’d been trying so hard to be careful that he’d sort of made an ass of himself. He knew it. Too much waiting. He was lucky she hadn’t given up on him.
    He’d make it up to her now, he thought, and ran his tongue around her sensitive areola until her