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seventeen! Of course, I have kissed guys before.”
    Max felt his gut tighten at the thought of Janie having sex with other men. Don’t go there, man. She’s your friend. It’s all about making each other feel good…for one night . He repeated his mantra in his head as he forced himself to relax. “Then what is it that you haven’t done before, Janie?” he murmured, running his fingers through strands of her hair.
    A slight shiver ran up her spine. It happened every time he said her name. It’d been happening for months, but after that kiss… wow …
    “Well, Max,” she mocked sarcastically, “if you must know—and this is really embarrassing so please don’t tell the other guys at the bar…seriously, even Lyla doesn’t know this…”
    His body tensed. What the hell could she possibly be about to tell him that even Lyla didn’t know? The two women shared everything. They’d been friends since freshman year of college. “Janie, it’s okay. You can trust me with anything,” he promised.
    “Well, no man has ever made me…I have never actually… moaned before…out loud...for real…without faking it.” Janie stood still, fingers knotted together, eyes glued to the carpet, waiting for him to say something, anything. She expected he would probably laugh at her or make fun—that’s what they did with each other, the kind of friendship they had. But he just stood there quietly. It felt like minutes but it was probably only seconds before Janie’s eyes finally lifted to meet Max’s. The fire burning there was intense. Janie took a step back, more out of self-preservation then fear.
    “Max, are you, um, okay?” she asked hesitantly.
    “Janie, come here. Now.” The low rumbling in Max’s voice oozed sex. Without conscious thought, her legs carried her toward him. The look he gave her said she had not gone close enough, so she took another step. Losing patience, Max clasped both hands around her waist and pulled her tightly against his body. Practically sealed together, he brought his lips to hers. He claimed her mouth ravenously and rubbed his hands up her back. Janie accepted his kisses, returning them as if her life depended on it. She moaned again, and Max stopped the kiss. Janie’s eyes snapped open.
    “Janie, I love to hear the sounds you make. Knowing I’m the only man to ever get the real thing…God, you have no idea what that does to me.” He took her small, soft hand and placed it against the front of his jeans. The evidence of his arousal caused another moan to leave her mouth as she bit her lip. “And you can’t begin to imagine what I’m gonna do to the rest of your body. But for now, open up…I want in that mouth of yours.”
    Before she could respond, he tilted his head and pulled her even closer. His tongue entered her mouth, surging electricity straight through her. He could feel the tension ease from her shoulders as she became liquid under his touch. His hands slid from her back to her ass, kneading the firm skin under her jeans. They continued to travel the map of her body, stopping from time to time to touch and stroke her skin, leaving small patches of fire in their wake. His lips left her warm mouth, and she whimpered at the loss of his probing tongue.
    “Don’t worry, babe. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised her as he slowly licked the lobe of her ear.
    Janie felt her panties getting wetter, yet another thing the other men she slept with were never able to accomplish without her help. Maybe Lyla had been right all these years—she had been missing out. Who needs love when you can have this? The small voice in her head whispered, You do Janie…you do . She shook it off as Max took an audible breath.
    I’ve barely touched her and I feel like I could come , Max thought. Deep breaths, DeLucca. Fuck, but when I breathe in deep all I smell is her. She smells like…Christ, what is it? It’s like coconuts and limes. “God, Janie, you always smell so fucking good.