For a moment, Maxwell just sat there with eyes lingering on my chest, doing nothing else. I reached out, touching his jaw, getting him to look at me. He walked his hand up from my hip he was holding, gliding over my stomach and cupping a breast in his hand. “Excuse my amateur moment, angel but I am awestruck with how beautiful you are,”
With every girl he had in his bed, it was hard to believe that he found me alluring.
“I’m nothing special,”
“Not from where I am sitting, gazing and touching, angel,” He dipped his head and nibbled from my chin, slowly down my jaw and brushed his lips over my throat.
“You are a woman, natural and I am transfixed by your beauty,” He murmured, kissing my neck.
He rolled us over and the moment our lips touched again— I knew I was a goner. The persist
