Sounds like a tall order for a little box.”
Max shrugged, leaning back against the counter. Indianporn His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, and she shuddered as he leaned down, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. It was broader than she remembered, more defined, all hard lines and taut muscle. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trembling slightly as she worked them open one by one. “Yes, I do.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the growing tension between them. Her hands slipped under his open shirt, fingertips tracing the hard planes of his chest, the smoothness of his skin burning beneath her touch. “This is… intense,” Max said, his voice rough, almost gravelly. She remembered the day he’d left, his backpack slung over one shoulder, the rest of his luggage already loaded in the taxi, his smile wide with excitement.
