Every time I kiss Max Carlisle I think it can’t get any better than this. Every time so far, I’ve been wrong. We burst through the door of the motel room, barely pausing for air long enough to slam it closed behind us. Luckily, they had a vacancy, and even luckier, the clerk on duty didn’t bother making small talk, he just slid us a key, and pointed us down the hall to get down to business.

The business of tearing this man’s clothes off, right this second.

I grasp the front of his shirt, yank him back to me, and Max crushes his mouth against mine.

Yes, yes, yes. This is exactly what I needed. I kiss him back with everything I’ve got, trailing my hands down his chest. Max groans, pressing his body against mine. His fingers skim my hip, the side of my chest. His tongue delves between my lips, and I sink into him, losing my mind.

I’m tired of waiting. I want to devour this man.

Max seems equally keen on devouring me. He angles his head to kiss me even more deeply, gripping my waist and pushing me back flush against the wall. And I’m flushed, all right, from head to toe. Burning up everywhere his body touches mine. I’m surprised my skin doesn’t sizzle when he slips those hands up beneath my shirt. He hasn’t even touched anywhere all that exciting yet, and I’m already whimpering into his mouth.

He tears away from my mouth and trails his lips down the side of my neck. I gasp at the contact. At the same time an annoying part of my brain pipes up right then with an unwanted PSA. I’ve been running around all night in the rain and the graveyard muck, and I haven’t exactly had any time to freshen up.

I catch Max’s hand as he reaches for the zipper on my shorts. “Bathroom?” I ask breathlessly.

He looks confused.

“Shower,” I clarify, and his mouth spreads in a smile.

He leans close, nipping my earlobe. “I like the way you think.”

“Oh, I’m all full of excellent ideas,” I say, leading him to the tiny bathroom and turning the water on. I tap the front of his shirt. “This, for example, should really be on the floor. And everything else you’re wearing while you’re at it.”

“As the lady desires,” Max agrees. “Although it’ll go faster if you help.”

Fuck yes, as if I need to be asked. I start wrenching at the buttons as he untucks the hem. I’ve only gotten three open before he seems to think that’s good enough and pulls it right off. Suddenly I’m faced with a chest so solidly sculpted it’d fit right in with those Greek relics in his family estate’s garden.

Mine.

I run my hands over the planes of those muscles. They flex, his skin hot against my hands. Max pulls me into another kiss, one so long and passionate I pretty much forget what the hell I was doing. The hiss of falling water finally penetrates my mind.

Right. Shower. Getting naked. I’m still into that.

Max clearly is too. He strips off my clothes in record time, I should feel awkward and exposed, standing there in nothing but a strapless bra and panties. But the appreciation on his face is worth the pause.

“You are fucking beautiful.”

I blush, grabbing the waist of his pants. “You are still wearing too much.”

He dips his head to my shoulder, kissing the crook of my neck, then my collarbone. My breath catches. I fumble with his fly. I’ve just tugged his pants down when he unclasps the back of the bra. It falls away in the wake of the hot, wet slide of his mouth.

I moan as his lips close around my pebbled nipple. His tongue slicks over the tip of my breast and I grip his hair, my hips arching toward him of their own accord. He slides a hand lightly across the front of my panties, and I moan aloud from the touch.

More. I want more of him. Everywhere.

I reach lower, and Max makes a choked, wanting sound as my fingers close around the hard, thick length of him. Just touching him makes me so fucking wet. We stumble back into the shower stall, and the second we’re under the steaming hot water, he pushes me against the wall. His mouth slides against mine even more hotly than before. His fingers trace every curve of my body, gliding over my skin. The slick friction is the most blissful torture I’ve ever felt. I clutch his shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss. His palms circle my nipples with teasing strokes and then drift lower. When he cups my sex, I can’t help bucking against his hand.

“Fuck, Hallie,” he groans, and I whimper, riding his hand.

I reach for him, and he kisses me hard, and then I lose track of everything. The bliss of him stroking between my legs. The slide of my hands over his pecs and abs. The thick, straining heat of his cock in my hands, pumping harder until his fingers thrust up inside me. “Max!” I cry aloud.

“Shhh.” Max kisses my neck. “We don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

Sinking to his knees beneath the spray, he presses kisses down my stomach. I clench in eager anticipation. Just when I’m about to scream for him to put me out of my misery already, he licks over my clit.

I gasp, my hips rocking. Max swirls his tongue over me again and again. His fingers slip between my legs to trace my slit. My head tips back against the wall, my breath coming in pants. My legs have started to shake. But Max holds me in place with one firm hand as the other thrusts and beckons just right, teasing the edge of his teeth over my clit at the same time. A cry escapes my mouth. “Fuck, yes. Right there. Oh, God.”

I think I feel him smile against me. But let’s be real, I’m so far gone it’s hard to pay attention to anything except the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Max hooks his fingers inside me, hitting the perfect spot. He laps my pussy with a rough stroke of his tongue, and I shatter. Trembling and clenching around his fingers, my eyes rolling back. For a second, all I can see is stars. The orgasm crashes over me in a torrent of bliss.

I’m gasping, still wobbly, when Max straightens up in front of me. Every inch of his hot, wet skin is pressed against mine. It’s fucking heaven. But still not quite enough.

I reach for his cock. “I want you inside me,”

Max lets out a shaky breath. “Hell, yes.”

He shuts off the water and grabs a couple of towels, pushing me back to the bed. I barely have a moment to catch my breath as he retrieves a condom from his wallet, and then, yes, he’s bracing himself over me, his tawny hair damp and his eyelashes dark from the shower.

Damn, he looks good enough to eat.

Later.

I pull him down to cover me, every inch of his skin damp and hot and delicious.

Sliding his hand under my ass, he tips me up to meet him. The tip of his cock brushes over me and I gasp, trying to arch closer.

But Max doesn’t let me rush. He eases into me one hard, thick inch at a time, until I’m moaning. His cock fills me with a heady burn. I rock against him, trailing my fingernails down his back, eager for more.

“There,” I gasp. “Oh God, right there!”

He catches my mouth with another kiss, searing and hard. Then he starts to move, thrusting into me with steady strokes. Each one sends me higher on the rising wave of pleasure. Dear powers that be, who do I have to thank for setting me up with this sex god? We’ve barely gotten started, and he’s already put every ex I have to shame.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he plunges even deeper. His cock hits that sweet spot inside me. I clutch him harder, matching his rhythm as well as I can. He caresses my breasts, his breath hitching. “Hallie. Fuck. You’re amazing.”

“I feel amazing. You make me feel amazing. Max—oh!”

He thrusts deeper, and my body quivers beneath him. A spiral of pleasure radiates from the thrust of his cock through every muscle. I feel as if I could float away. But I stay right here, cresting higher until—fuck—I shatter around him with a scream and Max shudders into me, and we both fall breathless to the bed.

So much for staying professional. But fuck, if that’s what breaking the rules feels like, sign me up for more.