Page 73 of What Doesn't Kill You…

He gently swatted her away. "Allow me. After all, a good sex toy is a full-service sex toy."

"I don't know what that means," Violet's eyes were still on his impressive erection. "You have very nice privates," she said.

Max's head fell back as he laughed. She felt the sound vibrate through her and stared at him in wonder. How could something so masculine be so beautiful? She traced the column of his throat with her eyes, and promised she'd do the same with her tongue as soon as they were back in bed.

When he looked at her, he was beaming. "Never change, Vi," he said as he spread open her pajama top. His breath hitched and he suddenly became deadly serious. "Stunning," he said, sliding the top from her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at her feet.

To her surprise, Max got to his knees in front of her and, placing a hand on each hip, slid her pajama bottoms down to join her top.

"Gorgeous," he whispered before pressing a kiss in the spot between her breasts.

She couldn't resist threading her fingers through his hair. When his mouth moved to her breast, and then her nipple, her fingers made fists in his hair, holding on tight.

"I could make a meal of you," Max whispered against her flesh.

Yes please.

Violet swayed in place as Max licked and sucked and played. Teasing her to distraction. Safety, she reminded herself, stay alert. You're the bodyguard. But her concentration kept slipping. It was very unprofessional.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted, and then settled onto the bed. She expected Max to follow her down and anticipated his weight pressing her into the mattress.

Instead, she felt gentle hands on the inside of her thighs, pressing them open. Then she realized her legs were still hanging off the side of the bed, and Max was kneeling between them.

Oh my.

When his mouth covered her, she let out a low groan that reverberated through the bungalow. Her fists curled into the sheets beside her as her back arched. Sweet ecstasy set her body on fire. Flames flickering over her skin. She gasped for air, desperate for it.

"Max," she moaned.

There was only the feel of his tongue, pressing, probing, seeking her pleasure as though it was his own.

"Please," she gasped.

His hands slid beneath her, cupping her backside and angling her up toward him for a kiss so intimate it made thinking impossible. Violet wasn't sure where she was, or what was happening. The room was spinning out of control. Above her, through the skylight, stars seemed to dance in delight. She was losing herself. It was being taken from her by the man between her thighs.

With one last flick of his tongue, Violet left the planet entirely. The room was gone, the hotel a memory. All that was left was sensation.

And Max.

He'd never seen anything so beautiful. It hurt to look at Violet, creating an ache so deep inside of him, a longing so great, he wasn't sure it would ever be satisfied. As Violet moaned and gasped on the bed, coming down from the heights of his kiss, he gently moved her further onto the mattress and climbed on beside her.

Damn it, he was nowhere near done with her. His hand covered one of her breasts, it fit perfectly. As though it had been made for him alone. Lying beside her, he leaned down to nuzzle her throat, delighting when she arched to give him space.

The taste of her night flower perfume still on his tongue, he set about kissing his way down her body. He wanted to feel every inch of her with his lips and tongue. Caress every inch with his hands, molding them to her, memorizing her.

Violet reached out, grasping his shoulders, her fingers digging into him as she clung on. As though she was falling, and he was her lifeline.

"My turn," she bit out.

"Not yet," he muttered as his tongue dipped into the glorious little dent at the base of her throat.

Catnip.

She called out to every one of his senses. Stimulating his mind and body. Making him want more. She was a question he was determined to answer, no matter how long it took.

"Max!" It was a sensual wail of complaint.

"You're a flame, Violet Lee," he told her. "Everything about you burns so bright. I feel like I'm being consumed by your fire, and I love it. I'm burning for you, Vi, can you feel it?"