Strong hands and flaming desire

The sun burned relentlessly on the small sandy bays of the coast, while the soft scent of the sea filled the air. Lara sat in a picturesque beach house hidden behind palm trees. Her long, blond hair blew in the slightly salty breeze as she read a book. Suddenly, the sound of strong steps penetrated her consciousness. No doubt it was Max, the charming, muscular neighbor, whose hands had proven strong and penetrating many times before. But there seemed to be something different about him today. An angry twinkle in his eye combined with a superior smile made her heart race. “What are you doing here? ” she asked as he came closer. His hands rest loosely by his side, a sign of self-confidence. “I wanted to see if you'd drop by for a drink,” Max said and leaned closer to Lara, his voice getting deeper. The pressure of his presence increased her desire, and she couldn't help but look at his mesmerizing, dark eyes. The space between them was filled with a tense silence. He suddenly leaned forward so close that she could feel the warm touch of his skin. Lara couldn't resist. She took a deep breath and felt the urge to pull him closer. Their bodies were only inches apart, and every heartbeat seemed to be in sync. Max's hands finally found their way to her face as he looked deep into her eyes. He was hungry—hungry for more. Lara knew that the next few seconds would change everything...