His breath scorched my skin as he growled my name, the suggestive motion of his hips converging with mine as my body slid down between the door and every bit of evidence that he wanted me. Max ran his hands across my arms and down to my fingers before he pushed them up and over my head, trapping them there. My shirt lifted, exposing the space between my navel and my jeans. Chills licked at my waist as my lower body steamed.
“I’ve missed you,” Max said breathily. His lips caressed my ear before he traced a line down to my mouth. He kissed me like never before, biting and pulling my bottom lip between his teeth before he tangled his tongue with mine, kissing me with such passion that the apex between my legs dampened and my knees buckled.
Max skimmed his hands down my arms, around my body, and toward my waist. He dragged his fingertips across my exposed stomach, causing goose bumps to ripple across my body. I shivered.
“You cold or just turned on?” he asked before floating his hands up under my thin shirt, stopping at the front clasp on my bra.
Ohhhh my God, let’s pray nobody decides to come upstairs and look for us. Wait, don’t stop! Please touch my breasts. My nipples instinctively surged in anticipation of my appeal. I wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth devour my body. I just needed him to take me out of that hallway and into his room to make love to me. I didn’t even realize my hands were still against the door above my head. I dropped them and tangled my fingers into his hair as I moaned in a low, bawdy tone.
“Maaxxx, God, I want you,” I exhaled achingly.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he growled in a visceral breath against my neck.
“I want you so bad; in the worst way.”
“In what way? Against this door or in my room?”
“I want you to take me—in your room. Please, Max, let me in. I need you right now,” I urged, nibbling on his earlobe.
He had me so frickin’ turned on, I was about to explode with him just whispering to me. I couldn’t take it any more. His hands grazed low on my waist as I felt his fingers creep behind the button on my pants. Please just unbutton my pants and let me feel your fingers between my legs. Just read my mind and take me into your room now. I want to feel your mouth discover me. I want to feel you inside me.
My button unsnapped and my zipper gave as I felt Max’s hand push behind my panties and his fingers found me. Please God, don’t let anyone find me here with Max’s hand down my pants!
“Damn, Wilson, you’re so excited. Mmmm, I want that,” Max demanded in a sexy tone as his kiss became hurried and urgent.
I reached for the door knob, knowing the door would open under our weight.
“Dan? Is that you?” I heard Camille shout from downstairs.
“Hey, Cam, yeah, it’s me. Is Cal or Max around?” I heard Dan’s voice carry upstairs.
Suddenly Max stopped kissing me and dropped his hands to his sides. His whole intention changed instantly from getting me into his bedroom to slamming on the brakes. It was like someone had thrown a huge bucket of ice water on a raging fire.
“What’s wrong? Why is Dan looking for you?” I murmured.
“Aaahhhh, son of a bitch,” Max snarled as he pounded his fist on the door. “Wilson, I’m so sorry, babe, but I need to talk to Dan,” Max apologized.
“Really? Right now? It can’t wait?” I groaned as I tried to convince him to stay with me by rubbing my hand across the front of his black dress pants. He was so ready to go.
“Yeah, sweetheart, as much as want to stay right here with you I need to talk to Dan.” Max caught my hand before he pushed his fingers under my chin, pulling my face up to his and kissing the tip of my nose.
“Does this have something to do with the conversation your mom and I walked in on between you and Calvin?” I asked before I swallowed, trying to wash down the disappointment building in my throat.
“Yeah, I’m hoping Dan can help me with some paperwork my dad signed before he—died. Hell, I don’t know, maybe I’m just grasping at straws here,” Max tried to explain as best he could while being preoccupied in thought.
“Well, I certainly know what that’s like,” I said.
He gave me a quick kiss and headed downstairs. He stopped halfway down. “It’s kinda all I have right now,” he continued. “God, I can’t wait to get back to you.”
“Me neither,” I answered quickly.
He continued down the stairs and I watched him turn the corner and meet up with Dan. I was still vibrating from his touch.
I shook off my disappointment, took a deep breath, and found my phone. I dialed Joanie. I needed to tell her about Nick and how he lied.