“Was that for me?” he asked in a low growl before unbuttoning his dress shirt and tossing it on the bed. His aroma danced through the air as it landed next to me. The space, saved only for him, tingled.
“Don’t you know by now you are always causing me to shiver?” I whispered as I snatched his shirt and held it to my nose for a heavenly inhalation.
“You like to smell my clothes?” he asked as he stretched his white t-shirt over his head. I loved to watch his muscles flex and soften. It was a sight I never got tired of witnessing.
I nodded as my eyes gave way to my smile. “I’ve missed smelling you,” I teased softly.
“Me too,” he whispered pushing against the bed. He wedged his knee between my legs again as he slunk on top of me then slid his hands up the outside of my thighs, across my hips, and to the button on my pants. He exhaled slowly, growling something about how much he wanted me. I closed my eyes and let the chill of his fingers own me as he slipped his hands between the waist of my jeans and my skin. The vibration of the zipper on my jeans caused me to catch my breath. I grabbed his hands and stopped him from pulling my pants off.
“Max, as much as I want this—and God knows, I really want this—your family is downstairs making dinner, and you know as well as I that your mom isn’t going to give us a pass on skipping out.”
“I know, but come on…just a little…maybe a touch? How about I just press against you, like this?” he asked as he pushed his hips against mine. “I need a little something to get me through dinner. Damn, I want you so bad,” Max growled against my skin as he continued to kiss my neck and up behind my ear.
“Mmmmm, stop kissing me like that before we get to a point where we can’t turn back,” I moaned as he swayed and pressed against me.
Oh my God, how embarrassing would that be if his mom came up and found us?
“Wilson, I need you. Now,” he breathed.
With my body scorching I caught his face between my hands. “Max, I just want your family to accept me again. If we don’t go down for dinner—”
“Okay. I just can’t help it. Now that I have you back, I just want to be with you…in every way,” he mumbled, as he rolled off of me. We lay there, on his bed, both of us looking up at the ceiling, breathing like we’d just ran a marathon. Okay, so I hated stopping him, and I know that he’ll be sitting down at dinner touching me under the table. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it without wanting him to take me. Shit, a fantasy for another time. My stomach rolled in knots and my legs shook, weak from wanting him so badly.
“Can’t we just lock the door and stay up here forever? I really don’t want to go down there and deal with the bullshit we're in for when Dan opens his mouth,” Max breathed as he turned on his side, propping his head against his hand. The muscles under his flawless skin flexed and relaxed as if they were a perfect collection of ocean waves rolling in perfect sequence.
I knew he was uncomfortable with the position his father left him in, but I also knew we had to show his family that we were built of something more than a couple of lusty people who couldn’t keep their hands off one another.
Suddenly Joanie’s voice popped in my head…“You can’t keep running away from problems because they make you uncomfortable.” Yeah, well, that’s so easy for her to say, she wasn’t lying in bed next to the man she dreamed of marrying some day.
“Are you considering my proposal?” Max asked.
I gulped. What proposal?
“Well? Can’t we just stay here forever?” Max repeated. He watched my expression as his hand tickled my skin and he played with the charm on the necklace he’d given me.
“I wish I could stay here with you every moment of every breath I take, but I can’t. I have to go downstairs, and so do you,” I whispered as I captured his fingers in my hand.
He leaned into me, our lips met, and the steamy heat he built in my body ravaged every reason we were supposed to go. I pushed my hands into the back of his hair, which was cool against my hands. I opened my mouth, wanting more, when Max pulled away and my hand slid down his neck.
“Yeah, you’re right, we’d better go. I wouldn’t want anyone to come up here and find you taking advantage of me,” he said, teasingly, against my lips before he backed off the bed.
My hand fell down against the cool down comforter and I lay there, worked up and steaming for Max. I felt my chance to change my mind dissolve as he bent down, snatched his dress shirt and covered up his sexy physique.
Can I change my mind? God…I…want…him.