Free Turn It On: Turner Twins, Book 1 by Vivian Arend Page A

them. He lowered his mouth to her neck, his fingers completing the journey down her blouse, unbuttoning, and pulling away the fabric until her body lay exposed to his assault. Leaning back, he let his gaze fall on her torso. A groan of desire escaped him as he cupped one of her lace-covered breasts in his hand.
    “I want you so badly. I want to taste your skin, suckle your breasts, kiss my way down the length of your body until I’m buried between your thighs. You drive me insane.” Ryan grabbed her hand and tugged it to his groin, pressing her fingers against the swell of his cock behind his jeans. “You drive me insane with need for you.”
    Max closed her eyes and felt. Felt his lips return to nuzzle her neck before he bit her softly then laved away the pain. Felt his kisses flow down the curve of her bra until he suckled her nipple right through the fabric and she gasped at the lightning that shot from his mouth to her core. Felt his response as he thickened and grew more rigid under her fingertips. She stroked him shyly and he thrust into her fingers, a deep moan escaping him. It was all she’d dreamed of, and yet not enough. Her heart beat wildly as she took in all the sensations.
    He shifted her on the bed and stripped off her bra in the same motion. She opened her eyes to see his gaze burning down on her as he dropped slowly to lap at one needy breast and then the other. His fingers pinched lightly, raising the peaks to tight nubs that throbbed with anticipation for the warmth of his mouth to return. He sucked harder and she bit her lip to stop from crying out, grasping his head in her hands to keep him in place.
    He trailed his fingers like the brush of butterfly wings over the sensitive skin of her belly, slipping under the waistband of her slacks, under her panties. She sucked in a breath as he cupped his hand over her mound. Liquid trickled from her and she squeezed her legs together, the throbbing pulse too much to bear. An edge of uncertainty arose. He was touching her, intimately. Her ex had never done that, not without her being scrubbed and clean. She wiggled, wondering if the awakening excitement she experienced would fade when he demanded she go shower.
    He rose up on one elbow to stare at her and she watched his eyes darken. His hand shifted slightly and slowly one finger pressed into her core. Her chest grew tight and it was hard to breath, so much tension and need were wrapped up in the connection between them and still he pressed farther in.
    “Oh, Ryan.” She gasped as he flicked his thumb against her clit. Her passage tightened around his single digit and he swore.
    “You’re so wet.” He stroked small circles around the hypersensitive skin at the apex of her mound and she quivered. “You’re so hot. And tight.” He pulled out slowly and pressed in again. His pupils were dark pools, mesmerizing, taunting her to take the next step. She let her legs fall open, unable to stop from pressing her hips upward against his hand. She waited impatiently for his next touch, his next glance to light her further on fire. Maxine was torn between the sheer pleasure racing over her body and the unspeakable embarrassment she felt.
    Smooth, even strokes followed as he continued to watch her. He opened her pants with his other hand, freeing more room for him to maneuver.
    She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please.” She wiggled away, her breathing erratic, small puffs of air all she seemed to be able to take. Confusion spread over his face as she crossed her arms to hide her breasts.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m…I…” Steam could be rising from her skin from the extreme heat rippling through her. She couldn’t look him in the eye. “I need to have a shower. I’m not…” That’s as far as she could get before her tongue struck to the room of her mouth and froze there.
    “You’re kidding, right? I can’t stop touching you, tasting you.” He dipped his head and tongued his way along her