Parting her lips, she accepted the thrust of his tongue eagerly. Max’s answering grunt followed by a slight tightening of his arms around her made her sigh into his mouth. The man was wrong for her on so many levels it wasn’t even funny, but her body seemed to crave his. Even now, she felt her own wetness eagerly readying her for him. Which so wasn’t going to happen. Ever. But, damn, she wanted it to. She wanted Max to be the man she needed him to be. There were glimpses of a compassionate soul inside him from time to time, but he always closed himself off to what he probably saw as softness. A weakness. Still, it was enough to give Zeta a lingering hope he would prove to her he wasn’t the cold-hearted bastard he presented to the rest of the world. The feelings stirring inside her when he kissed her were even more pronounced than they had been in his office. Zeta found she wanted to let him take this farther, wanted to say to hell with all of it and give in to her baser nature.
