Fixed up in February (Spring River Valley Book 2) by Clarice Wynter Page A

brushed her fingers over his nipples and watched them harden.
    “You’re perfect,” she said.
    He planted at kiss at the juncture of her neck and her shoulder and caught her when her knees gave way. “Save the critique for after. I can top perfect, trust me.”
    “In the nightstand…condoms…” s he whispered as she pulled him toward the bed and fell onto it, him atop her. He scooted her body closer to the pillows and settled over her.
    “Good to know, but there’s no rush. I plan to take all night.”
    Oh , God . Her whole body tingled. All night. The adrenaline pumping through her right now would definitely keep her awake until something else was pumping through her. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him with everything she had. “Take me all night.”
    “Oh, sweet Jesus, if you keep talking like that, I won’t last all night.”
    She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her back. He sighed, a gruff, feral sound, and started to explore beneath the edges of her bra.
    “I’m…I just want you to know…”
    “What?” He kissed her neck, her throat, covered one breast with his hand, and thumbed her nipple until she whimpered.
    “I’ve been on duty for twelve hours. I’m…a little…oh…oh…Max!” He’d slipped his hand into her pants and found the edge of her panties. When his fingers dipped below that line, she lost her train of thought.
    “You’re a little what?” He met her gaze, and he was the serious, concerned Max whose voice, whose hands, whose whole body turned her insides to liquid.
    “Ah…tired, so I might not…you know…”
    “Do you want to stop?”
    “God no! If you stop, I’ll get my axe.”
    “You want me to do all the work?”
    “No…well…ah…you are doing a pretty good job of…” He found her center and delved in, testing the waters so to speak. She bit her lip and moaned.
    “It’s okay. Lie back and let me handle everything.” To punctuate his words, he handled her…and handled her expertly. “Are you afraid you’re too tired to get to the finish line? Because I know the route.”
    Audrey’s eyes rolled back, and every nerve in her body went taut. She had absolutely no doubt he could get her where she wanted to go, but would she be just as skillful when she’d been dead on her feet less than half an hour ago? What if tired Audrey didn’t live up to Max’s expectations? “I…I…oh…you do know the way there, don’t you?” Her hips bucked of their own accord, and he slid into her, one bold finger taking her to the edge of reason.
    “That’s it…move with me.” She did, her mind a blur.
    “I just…I don’t want to disappoint you.”
    “Make that little sound again…that whimper you made when I touched you.”
    She obliged him and shuddered as a feeling she hadn’t experienced in way too long began to build in the middle of her belly. “Oh, Max…”
    “You can’t disappoint me. If you keep making that sound, you keep moving the way you’re moving, you keep feeling the way you feel to me…”
    “Max!” That did it. She was gone, over the edge, shivering and shaking, crying out as she came.
    He held her steady, easing her over each wave until she lay panting, done, a puddle of satisfaction under his hands.
    “That was perfect. That was just what I wanted,” he said into her ear.
    She nodded. It was just what she wanted too. To start with. “Is there more?” she managed to ask.
    He laughed and rose up to remove his jeans. “There’s plenty more. Are you ready for it?”
    “I’m ready for anything.”

Chapter Ten
     
     
    Max lost himself in Audrey. Up until the moment he held her naked in his arms, he hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted her. She’d been a challenge, someone who turned him on and made him want to prove himself. The moment he pulled the covers of her bed up over their entwined bodies and held her while she shuddered through her third orgasm, he knew this was much more than a romantic