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N
ow that her story was out, Jamie was glad he’d asked her to explain those terrible
days. She was tired of tap dancing around the issue. She wanted Max to know her and
understand everything she’d experienced. With all she and Max had been through since
the wedding, she felt comfortable blurting out her pain to him. She appreciated that
he never judged her.

The strange part was when she recounted Benny’s good points, Max seemed to fit the
bill, too. He had a good heart. No one else had taken the time to visit Agent Vic
Hart in the hospital, no one else had insisted on driving her to and from work every
day, and no one she’d ever met would have put his life on the line for her. His compassion
had been above and beyond the call of duty. That must mean he really cared.

His amber eyes half closed. “We’ve had a hard day. What do you say we get some sleep?”

His lips descended, and the ache in her heart disappeared as she banished all thoughts
of her past. Suddenly, she was wide awake. She wanted this man. Right here. Right
now.

When he teased open her lips, she let him in willingly. As their tongues dipped and
probed, she slid her hands under his shirt. The moment her fingers touched his hot
skin, her body exploded with need. The suddenness of her desire stunned her, but she
couldn’t halt what was happening, even if she wanted to. Jamie didn’t want to think
about men chasing her or friends dying. It was just the two of them here. Safe. Exciting.
Wonderful.

Max’s breaths increased, and he pulled back. “Jamie. I want to make love with you,
but if you’re too tired I’ll—.”

“No. I want that, too.” This was what she’d dreamed of. To be with a man who knew
what he wanted.

Max stood, scooped her up in his arms, and kissed her hard. Even though he never took
his gaze off her face, he managed to get them to the bedroom without bumping into
a wall. He set her on the bed, knelt down in front of her, and slipped off her socks.
Benny never undressed her.

Stop thinking about stupid Benny.
I’m with Max now
.

“How about leaning back and letting me take care of you?” he said in the gentlest
of tones.

“Last time, you let me strip you.”

He cocked a brow. “That was last time. Besides, you were too slow.”

“Slow is good.” She ran her gaze over his body and she couldn’t wait to touch what
was underneath those form-fitting clothes.

He flashed her a smile. “I’ll think about it.”

Letting a man take charge was novel for her. Given all that had happened, Jamie wasn’t
sure she was ready to give up total control yet. “Oh, come on. Fair is fair.”

He chuckled. “You warm enough?”

She didn’t miss that he hadn’t commented on her request. “Yes.” He’d heated her body
completely.

With one tug, he pulled down her sweats. “Nice undies.”

The phone call from Trent the last time had interrupted him before he could see them.
Max placed a knee on the bed and lifted her sweatshirt over her head. The shine in
his eyes and the twist of his lips emboldened her.

Jamie lifted her chin. “I want to see you naked, too.”

“Fine, but if you want to help, better hop to it.”

“I’ll be quick.”
Or maybe not
.

Since Max was kneeling on the bed, undoing his jeans would be the best way to start.
She slipped the button through the hole easily, but lowering the zipper proved more
difficult since his cock was putting pressure on the metal. When she managed to open
his jeans, her breath caught at his size. She’d been a bit stunned the last time,
too, but she didn’t remember his bulge being so large.

“Can you take off your boots?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Max stood, toed the heel, and discarded first his right shoe, then his
left. He slipped off his socks. He stepped back, daring her to get up. “Have at me.”

Even though he’d seen her naked breasts, she was still a little self-conscious. All
she wore now were her panties. Hmm. Should she go fast or slow? He said she was too
slow last time.
Fast it is, then
.

“You going to just stand there and stare, honey? Or should I help? I’m not a patient
man when I know what I want.” The hint of humor unlocked her inhibitions.

Heart beating against her ribs, Jamie wedged her thumbs under the denim waistband.
She was so out of her league. Max was pure male. Aggressive, focused, powerful. And
to think he wanted her. Wow.

With a hard tug, she lowered the material a few inches. Getting them over his well-defined
ass took a bit of work. In order to drag the material to his ankles, she was forced
to drop to her knees. “Can you lift your leg?”

Jamie glanced at his hidden erection. Since she was already on her knees, she was
tempted to pull down his briefs and suck on his cock.

“Don’t even think about it.” She swore the words sounded like a growl.

“You going to stop me?” She glanced up and smiled. His returned frown made her laugh.

“Perhaps.”

With a cheeky grin, he stepped out of one side of his jeans, then the other. All that
was left was his shirt and briefs. Jamie stood and couldn’t help but stare at the
corded muscles in his legs. Her fingers ached to touch his well-defined body.

“Take off the shirt next.”

“Yes, sir.”

She ripped off his pullover and tossed it on the floor. His body was amazing. She
leaned her face against his muscled chest and inhaled. He smelled of the mint soap
he kept in the bathroom.

“You can take off my briefs now,” he said with a smug expression.

The man did like to take control. Jamie pulled on the elastic waistband and eased
his briefs downward. “Holy shit. You’re huge.”

Max smiled. “Better to love you, honey.”

“Can I suck on him now?”

He laughed. “There will be time for that later.” He lifted her up, gently placed her
on the bed, and then stepped back. After retrieving his wallet from the back pocket
of his jeans, he extracted a condom. “Hope these are still good.”

“They might be bad?” Part of her was happy he didn’t sleep with every woman, but she
wanted to be safe.

“I’m sure they’re fine, but it’s been a while.”

“For me, too.”

“We’re about to change that.” Max tossed the foil packet on the bed next to them then
crawled on top of her. “You make me happy.”

His words lit her up. Max leaned over and nipped her bottom lip between his teeth.
His grip was gentle but assertive, and his touch caused delicious shivers to travel
down her body. Jamie reached up and ran her hands over his back. Muscles covered muscles.
He was better than her wildest imagination.

“I have to taste you,” he said.

He slid lower, and when he swirled his tongue around her nipple, her pussy clenched.
The intensity of the thrill was oh, so welcome. She lifted her arms and threaded her
fingers through his thick hair, gripping the strands hard.

“More.” She wanted to feel everything he was willing to give her. She needed to know
she had survived.

Max sucked on her other nipple, and a strong ache bulldozed straight down her body.
His fingers clasped her waist. As he dragged his chin down her belly, his rough stubble
ignited her skin in its wake.

Latent desire sprang to life. “Hurry.” Jamie didn’t care if he knew she’d been thinking
of this moment ever since she’d had a taste of his lips.

“I want to make this memorable for you.” He looked up at her with dreamy eyes, the
color now closer to light-brown than gold.

“It’s already burned in my mind.” To be one with Max would close the door to her past
forever.

He placed his palm over her panties and fingered the material, letting out a guttural
moan. He then laid his cheek on her belly and inhaled. “You smell so sweet. You drive
me crazy.”

No man had ever talked to her like that, his words enticing her. Jamie slid the soles
of her feet toward her body and pressed her hips upward, wanting him to possess her.

Quicker than she could blink, he pulled down her panties and threw them on the floor.
She wanted him to impale her now, to feel all of him. As much as she’d wanted to suck
on his cock before, her need to have him inside her overpowered her. “Take me.”

Her arousal perfumed the air. She was wetter and more ready than she’d ever been in
her life, and she had Max to thank for that.

He reached for the condom, tore the foil first, and then rolled the rubber down his
length. “I want to take my time, but I need you too much.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Max spread her legs, and when he swiped his tongue across her slit, the rush nearly
took her breath away. Her inner walls contracted. Dear God, but this was more than
she ever imagined.

He pressed a finger to her clit, and her hips seemed to fly off the bed. She grabbed
his shoulders and dug her fingers into his skin. “I’m so close. Please.”

Jamie barely recognized her own strangled voice. When had she become so easy? Max
was surely to blame.

He moaned and crawled up her body. “I’m about to burst too, honey. God help me, but
I’ll try to take it easy.”

His lips took hers, the kiss transporting her someplace she’d never been, and his
exploration made her yearn for more. Her breath caught as their tongues dueled and
parried. It was as if only the two of them existed for that moment in time.

Max nudged open her legs with his knees, gently pressing his cock against her opening.
From his increased breathing, he was fighting for control.

He broke the kiss and sucked in a loud breath. “I want you, Jamie Henderson.”

“I want you, too.”

With one long, slow thrust, he slid into her, stretching her wide. Her pulse soared.
She tried to relax, but he was so damned big. Needing to take charge for a bit, she
pulled down his head and kissed him with every ounce of pent-up passion she possessed.
He filled her mouth and body at the same time, making her a prisoner to her own desires.
As if he’d flipped a switch, lust, and need slammed into her.

Her senses on overload, she lifted her hips to meet each one of his thrusts. Blood
pounded in her head as she spiraled out of control. Jamie squeezed her eyes shut,
wanting to think of nothing but what Max was doing to her body. Electric tremors raced
across her skin, setting every cell on fire.

“Oh, honey.” Max’s strangled groan tossed her over the ledge of total ecstasy.

Stars burst behind her lids, and, as her climax consumed her, joy blasted her. He
kissed her again, dragging his lips across her chin, finally landing on a tender part
of her throat. Max pumped three more times, then held her tight as his cock felt as
if it had doubled in size. She couldn’t help but clamp down on him.

He buried his head in her neck and let out a feral cry. His hot cum filled the condom,
and nearly seared her. They were one. Together.

Hearts beating fast, she absorbed his passion. Time stood still. Max held her as if
she were some precious gift he never wanted to let go.

Finally, he eased out of her. “What you do to me. Be right back.” He ducked out of
the room and returned a moment later with a warm cloth to clean her.

“Thank you.” She wasn’t sure she would have had the energy to drag the cloth between
her legs.

“I need to get something.” He disappeared again. This time, he was gone for a few
minutes. Doors banged open and shut. Max returned dressed in flannel bottoms and a
T-shirt, looking macho and cute all at the same time. Jamie was riding high until
she saw the gun in his hand. Her joy evaporated.

“Max?” Her heart skipped a beat.

Chapter Twenty-One