I loosened my legs from around him and managed to get my feet to touch the ground. I wanted to spin him around, wanted to push him up against the car. I felt passion again. Something clicked within me, something I hadn’t felt in days. Max locked his hands around my waist. I swirled around and burst free from his embrace. He let out a low groan and I felt his fingers brush my thigh in his attempt to catch me. He tracked me like I was his conquest and I was immensely turned on. Max was my only, and I hungered for him to show me. I stood in front of the car, electricity surging through my body, and I couldn’t stop myself from squealing as he caught my thigh and waist. In one perfect swoop, he dropped down, slipping under my body and draping me across his shoulder. He shoved his arm between my legs, his hand raged hot against the outside of my thigh, and I wondered where in the hell is he was going to carry me off to.
“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t turn me on like that and expect to just walk away,” Max asserted.
I pushed my hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Even though his shoulder was digging into my stomach I couldn’t stop laughing. There was no way for me to catch my breath and answer him. My hair dangled in wisps and tickled my face as I tried to raise my head to see where he was going. I kicked my feet just enough to appear like I was resistant. The only thing I knew at that moment was that absolutely nothing was going to come between Max and me…not even Nick.
He walked around the front of the car and the headlights shone brightly in my eyes. Leaning forward, he let me slide slowly down the front of him. Our breaths mingled in clouds overhead, the need growing thick between us. When our eyes met, the chill between us disappeared.
My calves hit the bumper of the car as he pushed against me and the heat of the engine permeated the back of my jeans. Losing my balance, I instinctively grabbed Max around the waist and held on. Sturdily, he wrapped his arms around my back and kept me from falling. I craved to be sandwiched between the hood and Max’s body.
“You gonna be okay making out with me on top of your car?” I breathed.
“I’m okay, making out with you anywhere,” Max said as he leaned into me and kissed me. His lips were scrumptious and his tongue so warm. I swung my arms up around his neck. I couldn’t press hard enough into him while we were standing up. I felt him lean over and lower me against the hood of the car. That’s when I realized it was still running. I felt the engine vibrate along my spine and down through my pelvis. Instantly I dropped my hands down and stopped myself from sliding off. Max drove his knee between my legs and used his shoulders to push me down against the windshield, lowering his solid body against mine. He was so hard, so ready to make love to me on the hood of his car. If anyone drove by we didn’t notice.
Max lowered the zipper on my jacket and kissed the skin just above my breast. Urges collected between my legs as chills rippled across my body. He worked his mouth to my ear, which was ready to hear the words he’d whispered to me just several days earlier. I wanted him to make love to me. I didn’t care if it was in the middle of a snow storm. I’d missed him—his touch, his delicate caress. I missed the way he knew where to press against my body. I wanted him so badly I ached for him.
Chapter Six
~ Max ~
Wilson tasted so sweet, like caramel. Her skin, so warm, so inviting. I just wanted to live in that moment with her as long as possible. I’d missed her like crazy. Her humor, her comfort, the magic she created when she made love to me. I wanted her so much that I could actually feel my body vibrate and my head swim. God, I need to make love to her, right here, right now. I wanted to feel her soft skin, scorching hot, drag and tug against mine. I wanted to push hard inside her, to feel her warmth, and be swallowed by her love. I pushed my hands down the sides of her body. I didn’t care if anyone saw us. I couldn’t wait to make love to her. To finally feel her again was unbelievable. I traced every swell and curve from her breasts with my tongue and lips before I settled on her mouth. I knew if I pressed as hard as I wanted to I’d hurt her. I’d never wanted someone so badly in my life as I wanted her right then.
Her lips were wet, warm, and inviting, our kiss vigorous and intentional. I no longer felt the fear of losing her. But then Wilson sat up from the windshield and pressed her hands into my hair as she pushed back from kissing me. I looked at her for a split second, fearful that she was going to stop me. I pushed against her lips and kept kissing her as she managed to get us to stand up in front of my car. I slid my hands up under her top and felt her sublime skin. She was so familiar, so comforting, and yet I felt like I was touching her for the first time.