Perfect for You

and reached in, gasping when her hand came into contact with silky flesh.
    She raised her brows at him. "No underwear?"
    Shaking his head, he closed his eyes as her fingers gripped him firmly. He was hot, almost scalding.She stroked up the long length of him, and when she got to the tip she massaged the slippery wetness she found there all over, rubbing her thumb up and down over the slit to encourage more moisture.
    He buried a growl in her neck. "Condom. In my pocket."
    Reaching in, she quickly tore it open and covered him. He didn't waste a moment before lifting her up and positioning himself against her. "Help me in."
    Yes . She reached between them and took him in her hand. Rubbing him against her, she moaned. Slowly she wriggled against him, sliding on and off him before lowering herself all the way onto him.
    "God. Damn," he huffed. Supporting her with one arm, he pushed back her hair to see her face. "This is good."
    She was breathing just as heavily, and her reply came out in a weak gasp. "Yes."
    "More?"
    "Hell yes."
    He moved slowly at first, a lingering slide in and out. But with each deep plunge in, his intensity increased. She held onto his hair and eagerly met each thrust, rocking against him.
    "Come," he commanded against her mouth as his hand snaked between them and pressed down on her clit.
    She threw back her head and screamed, dizzy with it. Greg followed almost instantly, roaring in satisfaction with one more deep lunge.
    He lowered her to the floor, bending his knees to keep himself firmly inside her. His hand slid into her hair and massaged her scalp. "Does it hurt?"
    "What?"
    "Where you hit your head on the wall, as you came."
    "Is that why I saw stars?"
    "No, that was all me."
    She grinned. "Prove it."
    "With pleasure," he said, backing her up toward the stairs.
    They only stumbled once on the way to his bedroom, but since their mouths didn't come unglued neither of them really cared.

 
Chapter Twenty-three
     
     
    It nearly killed her to wait until midnight. Anna tried reading, but she couldn't concentrate. Playing dress up with her sister's clothing didn't take that long because Freya was so much taller than her. It did yield a cashmere sweater she put on over her tank top. She hoped it'd inspire Max to pet her.
    Next she used Freya's makeup to tart herself up. Then she wiped it all off and put on a more subtle face.
    She wished she could talk with Greg and Freya, but she figured they were probably getting it on. Like she wasn't going to notice where her sister went. She rolled her eyes. She'd been watching from the window—not that she'd seen much, because they'd closed the door too quickly.
    She was daydreaming when she heard Max come home. She looked at the time. 11:40. She wanted to run down and hang out with him, but she realized he probably needed a little time to get ready.
    Torture that it was, she managed to wait until 11:56 before she ran down.
    Max answered the door barefoot, in jeans and a T-shirt, his hair wet and slicked back. He silently let her in.
    The nerves hit her suddenly. It was such a foreign feeling she had no idea what to do, so she ducked her head and took her jacket off. Setting it on a chair, she took a deep breath and turned to face Max. "I—"
    He stepped up to her, cupped her face, and kissed her.
    Sweet and sultry, slow but intense, his lips played over hers. She leaned into him, her knees weak, as her heart pounded.
    He brushed her lips once more. "Good evening, Anna."
    "Hi." His voice gave her chills, the good kind that made her want to rub herself all over him.
    "Are you hungry?" he asked as he ran his hands over her arms.
    "I'm starved." Thank you, Freya, for the cashmere .
    "Come." Max took her hand and led her into the kitchen. He took her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He touched her face and then pulled out two wine glasses.
    She watched with interest. "I get wine tonight?"
    "Yes." He opened a wine refrigerator she hadn't noticed the last time and inspected a few labels until he found one that pleased him. Expertly, he uncorked it and poured for them both.
    "Why?" she asked as she accepted her wine.
    "Because you aren't driving anywhere tonight." He watched her over the rim of his glass.
    She blinked, caught off-guard. Then she smiled wide and raised her glass. " Salud then."
    He smiled. " Salud ."
    "I was so nervous before," she said, taking a sip. "I mean, this is such a different thing for me."
    Max pulled out a pan. "How is it