Part 20 (1/2)

Still hugging me from behind, he pulls me tighter against him, and his arousal presses into my back. He leans closer and whispers in my ear, ”When I went down on you last night, I was in heaven. And now, looking at how erotic this painting is, makes me want to run my tongue over you and inside you again.”

Desire is charging up all my sensory nerves, especially the ones between my legs. ”You're getting me all worked up,” I whimper.

He takes a ragged breath and continues as he points at the painting. ”You're the soft pink, and see that dip at the top? That's where I'd start with my tongue, then curve along the blue while I slide my fingers inside you.”

He gently bites the slope of my shoulder. ”Last night, I loved feeling you come undone, the way your fingers wound through my hair and pulled me closer.”

”Oh,” I moan. ”You're wicked to do this here in this holy place.” I push my backside against him, and he grinds his c.o.c.k against me.

”Holy,” he whispers with a sigh. ”And what are you doing to me, Ava? Just being near you like this is driving me crazy.”

The thrill from his words pulses through me and takes my breath away. This is so new-the idea that we're lovers-and he wants to be this s.e.xual with me.

”My legs are shaking, and I'm not sure how much more of your seductive advances I can take.”

”But I'm not done seducing you...I'll hold you up,” he whispers, as he slides an arm around my waist. ”I want to talk about this image some more. See the violet part at the bottom?” He turns my focus back to the painting as he snakes his other hand under my blouse and softly circles my breast before pinching my nipple.

My breath quickens, and the colors vibrate off the canvas and swirl around us, intoxicating me.

”That is the deepest place my tongue can go, and I slide it back and forth and kiss every part of you.”

I press against him and close my eyes, imaging him between my legs with his mouth on me. His words create a hunger that can't wait to be fed; we're in a public place.

”We've got to stop this...what if someone sees us?” I ask halfheartedly, but our backs are to the door.

”They're making a big presentation up front, no one's coming back here.” Now both his hands are under my s.h.i.+rt, his long fingers pulling on my nipples.

My head falls back against his shoulder. ”Oh Max, you'd better stop. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Thank G.o.d no one else is in this room, because they would be in for a shock. I moan and sway, looking up at the painting completed decades ago by a hard-looking woman with a pa.s.sionate heart. I'm falling into the sensuality of Georgia's world.

”f.u.c.k,” Max gasps, as he grinds harder against me. ”I want you baby-I don't want to wait.”

My heart thunders in my chest, and I press my thighs together.

”I need you now. Screw the party-let's go back to the hotel before I'm too far gone to drive.” His low voice has an edge to it.

”Isn't there somewhere we can go here?” My breath is ragged and my l.u.s.t impatient and unyielding.

He takes a step back from me, and I turn around. ”In the museum? Are you serious? After what happened in the studio, I would never even consider it. No way,” he says, disbelief etched across his face.

I grab his collar and look into his eyes. ”This is completely different...we're together now.”

He studies me with narrow eyes and tension in his stance.

I take a chance and press my case. ”Didn't you say earlier that f.u.c.king can be good too?” I lean into him, my hot breath on his neck. ”We're in an art museum, Max. Don't you want to f.u.c.k me here?”

I feel his surrender unravel. He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. We hurry down a long hallway, and he pushes me into the first unlocked door we come across. It says Research Library on the door.

”This will do,” he says in a low voice, as he closes the door and props a chair under the door handle. Before I can undo my s.h.i.+rt, he presses me against the wall next to the door.

He sc.r.a.pes his teeth along my neck. ”d.a.m.n, you make me crazy. I want you so f.u.c.king much.” He kisses me hard-his tongue hot and searching as he grinds against me.

He reaches under my skirt and yanks my panties down my legs.

The thrill of what we're about to do is unlike anything I've experienced. I don't care if we're caught. I just want him in a desperate way.

I grab his belt buckle, and he yanks open my s.h.i.+rt and pulls my bra down. The warmth of his hands holding my b.r.e.a.s.t.s is erotic against my cool skin. Hunger burns in his eyes as he takes my nipple in his mouth, and I manage to slide off his jeans and get the condom on.

He slips his hands between my legs and groans when he slides his fingers into my wetness. ”d.a.m.n, Ava, you really want this.”

I let out a guttural moan.

With a wild look in his eyes, he lifts me up to his waist, and I wrap my legs around him. I'm desperate for him as I moan in his ear. ”Please...now.”

”Hold onto me, angel,” he groans, as he takes one hand and guides himself to my wetness. We're both breathless as he lowers me onto him.

”Yes,” I whisper as I tighten all around him.

He closes his eyes and his head falls back as he moans. ”Oh my G.o.d. So good...you feel so good.”

I run my tongue along his neck and lightly bite his hot skin as he presses me against the wall, pulls his hips back, and thrusts all the way into me.

”Oh yeah,” I moan. ”Again.”

He pulls back and rocks into me hard.

”Is this too much?” he asks, groaning in my ear as he continues his magnificent rhythm.

”No...it's perfect.” I kiss him hungrily, my tongue sliding against his. I get lost in his heat as he drives into me. He's so s.e.xy, and everything about him, from the way his muscles flex to the dark look in his eyes, only makes me want him more.

I feel a strange combination of naughty and powerful, unbridled and s.e.xy, and Max thrusting into me is almost more than I can take. I'm somewhere between art babe and G.o.ddess as I hold on tight and moan while he fills me again and again.

His head rolls back as his hips buck harder.

I'm breathless from the relentless thrusting. I let go of his shoulder with one hand and slide it between us until I touch myself. Moments later, I'm right on the brink.

Each thrust is barely contained now, and he gasps as we grind into the wall.

I dig my nails into his shoulders. ”Max,” I call out as my vision goes white hot, my body seizing.

He rocks into me one last time before his explosive release. We cling onto each other to keep from falling, and I tremble from the impact. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I ride out my climax.

As we catch our breath, he holds me tight. Once we've calmed, he slowly lowers me to the floor.

The audacity of the situation settles in, and I can't believe we just made love in a museum. Our pa.s.sion is out of control, and I love it.

Max is still electrified with energy, but he tenderly brushes his fingers over my cheek. ”Was that too hard? I didn't hurt you, did I?”

”No. Did we damage the wall?” I tease, as I rub my fingers over the thick adobe. His gaze is still full of concern about me, so I kiss him and give him a wink.