Mary Hanks was suddenly jolted back into reality. She pushed Max Gaston away angrily. "Max Gaston!"
"Don't move," Max said as he stared at Mary's lips, which were now tender from being kissed. His Adam's apple moved sexily as he said in a raspy voice, "I'm only checking out the wound on your stomach."
Mary stopped trying to push him away when he said that.
Max once again pulled the lower hem of her shirt aside with his slender fingers. He touched the fair skin on Mary's stomach with his slightly coarse fingertips.
Mary immediately trembled. She had just laid her hand on Max's chest without any force yet when he tightened his grip around her waist. Her hand was caught between their bodies. She could clearly feel the heartbeat through his chest. Her face became feverish and her mind was in utter chaos.
