Beyond Eighteen(34)

She isn’t right for you.

Where was she today?

Calvin told me she’s one of your students…

Girlfriends don’t just leave their boyfriends alone at one of the worst times of their lives.

Fuucckkk! Why did she do that to me? I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my fists against the sides of my head. I didn’t want to hear her words in my head any more.

“Max?” I heard the sweetest sound, so delicate, just above a whisper. I opened my eyes, my fists still glued to my temples. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her eyes damp with sadness, she warily stepped toward me, like every step she was choosing could destroy us.

“Wilson,” I breathed nervously.

The way she wrapped her arms around her stomach and tugged at the edge of the gray hoodie told me she must’ve heard everything.

“How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough,” she answered, tilting her head as she wedged her bottom lip between her teeth. Every word I said to Emily shifted and flashed through my head. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Are you?” she asked as she slowly walked toward me. Her blonde hair tumbled across her cheek. My heart started pounding hard in my chest. Her hips swayed with every step. She reached out, inching her hand up my chest to the back of my neck. Our eyes met and tangled in a wordless conversation that seemed to last forever. I don’t want her to leave again. I can’t lose her to another fucked up misunderstanding. I won’t let her go.

“Yeah, I guess…I mean…I didn’t…well, she shouldn’t have—” I stammered, trying to find the right words to release the guilt that was filling me.

“No, she shouldn’t have…now, are you going to stop talking and kiss me?” she growled as she pulled me down to her lips. She was in control. Our mouths met, her tongue pushed and tangled with mine. She tasted like every flavor of sexy I’d missed. My hands clutched her hips before I pulled her entire body against mine. I consumed her moan, grabbed her ass, and bit her bottom lip, causing her to whimper. I could feel her nipples against my chest. Instantly, my body reacted and I was rock hard. I swayed my hips and pressed myself against her. Her breathing hitched before she pulled at the back of my shirt. Every part of my body needed her to be naked and under me.

“I’ve missed you so much, Wilson,” I growled against her ear.

“Max,” she whispered as I pinned her against the wall, kissing down her neck and across her collarbone. My tongue pleasurably grazed her skin, tasting the sweet salt of her flesh. I felt her heartbeat speed as my mouth reached the base of her neck. I smiled when I heard the velocity of her breathing accelerate. I inhaled her scent before exhaling against her skin, making sure the warmth of my breath created a swirling ache deep within her.

“We can’t just leave—”

“Shhhh,” I interrupted before bringing my mouth back against hers. I didn’t want to hear anything but yes spring from between her lips. I didn’t want to stop kissing her. Didn’t want to hear what we were supposed to be doing. I just wanted to escape into her and make her crave me from the inside out. I pulled her away from the wall and we drifted into the bathroom next to the stairs. Without letting her go, I kicked the door closed behind us. I know it probably wasn’t the best choice, the bathroom and all, but my need to be alone with her outweighed the reasoning of where it was going to be.

“God, Wilson, I want you so bad. Can you feel what you do to me?” I asked as I thrust my hips against her.

“Ah-hum,” she moaned as she nodded her head, causing her hair to tickle against my cheek. I found my way around her jaw, my tongue tasting her skin as my lips enveloped her earlobe. I wanted to kiss her behind her ear. I knew it was the one place I could go and she’d agree to anything I’d ask.

She sighed, letting out a low-timbre hum. That’s when I knew I had her; it was that sound that drove me fucking crazy.

She pulled fists full of my dress shirt from my waist, hurriedly, her hands searching for my skin. Damn, her hands are scalding hot against my stomach. Her knuckles carved into my skin as she struggled to unbutton my pants. I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. My lips traced up her jaw, searching for and finally catching her mouth. I hummed against her and our heavy breathing switched to gasps when she reached for my waist. I felt her hands lose the struggle with the button of my pants and cling to either side of my face, her fingers tangling and pinning my hair against my ears as I pressed her against the wall next to the sink.