Perfect for You

to spread you on my bed and keep you there for hours. Forever. But until thenÉ"
    He raised her a bit more and kissed her feminine lips.
    Her arms flailed and a few more dishes fell off the edge of the table as she pushed up to meet his mouth. He nuzzled the crease between her legs with his nose, inhaling her scent deeply before dipping his tongue in and stroking up in one long move.
    She hissed, her hips jerking. He did it again, and again, until she was writhing on the table, crying out incoherently.
    Knowing she needed more, he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked, increasing pressure gently until she thrashed against him.
    She screamed, her body spasming wildly. Her thighs closed around his head as she rode out the wave of pleasure. He kept it up until the ripples were subsiding into gentle shudders, and then he slowly increased the pressure again.
    She limply tried to push to him away. "I can't."
    "Just one more," he said hoarsely. He eased a finger into her drenched folds.
    She cried out, and he glided his thumb up to trace circles over that spot his mouth had sucked into sensitivity. He leaned over her, watching her. So beautiful. Her nipples were so engorged that they reminded him of plump raspberries.
    What went better with raspberries than chocolate? He dipped a finger into the chocolate mousse and carefully covered each entire aureole with it.
    Taking his hand, she licked the rest off his finger, with small flicks of her tongue that had him moaning. "I may have been hasty in deciding I didn't like chocolate."
    "I could help you make up your mind." Holding her gaze, he lapped at the chocolate in long, leisurely strokes until her back was arching off the table.
    He exerted more pressure on her clit, pushing deep into her at the same time. He felt her build up again, loving her whimpers of pleasure.
    He teased her. He bit and licked and sucked as his finger rubbed her into ecstasy. "Come for me," he whispered in her ear.
    "Yes. Oh yes ." She caught his head to her chest and mewled before coming apart under his assault.
    He brought her down slowly, gently easing his touches and leaving small, caressing kisses all over.
    It was pure hell.
    All he wanted was to drive his cock into her heat. But he gritted his teeth and breathed deeply, telling himself—and his engorged member—that this wasn't the place. There'd be plenty of time for that later.
    Like all their lives.

 
Chapter Twenty-one
     
     
    Anna really didn't mean to do it. Freya's cell phone fell off the dresser—she couldn't help it that she accidentally swiped it when she picked it up and saw the string of texts from the other dude Connor.
    They had a date Friday. Bah.
    It was almost midnight, and her sister and Greg weren't back yet. That had to be a good sign, right? Because time was running out.
    Today she'd gotten her admittance to Berkeley Law.
    Meaning Greg had to convince Freya lawyers were okay, because Freya was not going to be happy otherwise.
    She went into the living room and paced. Maybe she should do something about Connor. Freya must like him—she'd gone out with him several times.
    She'd have to think about that.
    Anna went to the window and looked out. No sign of Freya or Greg.
    Or Max.
    She hadn't seen him since that time she'd kissed him.
    Anna rolled her eyes in ecstasy. That kiss had been divine . It hadn't even been a full-on, groping-hands kind of kiss and it'd still blown her mind.
    But she couldn't kiss him again if he wasn't home. For a brief second she thought about finding out what restaurant he worked at and "happening by" for dinner. Only she wasn't the kind of girl who stalked a guy so desperately and, besides, it was probably a fancy restaurant. The only restaurant she could afford was McDonalds.
    She should just go home. She had a project she needed to work on anyway. Damn painting class. She used to like art but not since she had to do it.
    To help her get through the night, she decided to stop at the coffee shop around the corner. Caffeine was her friend.
    The cafŽ was hopping, and there was a line. She stood at the end and checked her text messages. She was almost up the register when she heard someone say her name.
    She behind her and blinked. "Max?"
    "Hello." He smiled at her. "I'd accuse you of following me but you got here first."
    She swallowed nervously, feeling awkward in the bright lights of the cafŽ. "Maybe I'm just that clever."
    He gazed at her steadily. "You feel shy."
    It was a statement,