Beyond Eighteen(36)

“That was so intense, beyond anything you’ve done before,” I whispered, not realizing I said it loud enough for Max to hear.

“You were irresistible,” he whispered breathily against my flesh before he rose off of me and pulled me up into his strong, confident grip. His expression switched from a sexy crescent smile to a look of severity that settled in his eyes and oozed down through his body as he continued. “I was scared I was going to lose you out there when you came toward me; I thought you were going to keep walking past me and out the front door. I was sure you were going to leave,” Max whispered.

“At first I was going to leave. I was devastated when I saw Emily wrapped around you. But then I thought I had to take it, like I deserved it. It was my payment for everything I’ve put you through. Then when I saw you push her away and defend our relationship it sparked something deep in my core. It was like suddenly nothing else mattered but you and me. I craved feeling you against me, knowing I’m the only woman you want.”

“You know you are my everything, Wilson. I just can’t ever get enough of you,” he teased as he pulled me close to him again. It felt so good to be in his arms.

“And babe, when you started to moan louder, I just couldn’t take it. I couldn’t hold back,” he whispered across my ear.

Oh shit, what if someone heard me? No, I wasn’t that loud...was I? Oh my God, what if his mom heard me? Did he even lock the door? No, nobody could hear us. Right?

Max refreshed his embrace around me. His hands slid down to the small of my back and I finally noticed he was still fully dressed.

“Hey, how did you get away with keeping your clothes on?” I teased him as I pushed my hands up around his collar, dragging my fingers to trace around his jaw line. He let out a low, masculine growl before he pulled his lips into a devilishly sexy smirk. Of course his verdant eyes, drenched with a wicked gleam, followed suit as they narrowed.

“I didn’t have any time. You pushed back and I couldn’t help myself,” he said dragging his hand through my knotted hair before he pushed the loose strands behind my ears.

“It was different this time. You were different, like a spark had been lit and we couldn’t get enough. We were downright ravenous.”

I turned and caught our reflection in the colossal mirror above the sink. I was totally flushed, and glowing with that ‘yeah…I just had the best sex ever’ look. My hair was damp around my hairline and my eyes appeared to have an added enthusiasm as I recalled what he did to me. My mouth instantly pulled into a wide, expansive smile that seemed to take up my entire face. I glanced at Max. His shiny onyx hair lay tousled with perfect chunky parts scattered invitingly against his face. Our eyes met, and without warning, his expression turned from smoldering triumph to uncertain panic.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried at what his pained eyes and distant smile were telling me.

“It happened so fast,” he started before he bit at the corner of his bottom lip. “I didn’t have a condom.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t wearing a condom,” he repeated.

The visions of our lovemaking replayed in my head. It didn’t even register at the time that I didn’t hear a wrapper rip open or remember a moment of pause while I waited for him to put it on. Shit, I don’t remember even asking him if he had protection with him. I didn’t even let that second of responsibility enter into my head…until now.

Suddenly every thought of amazing turned into fear of what could be; every if became a when, and every choice became a consequence. My heart hammered in my chest, feeling as if it was going to bust through my sternum. What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t. It was incredibly intense, and so amazingly sexy, especially since Max had never really acted like that with me before. I pulled slightly away from him, but he wouldn’t let go; instead he clung tighter to me. His hands pressed harder into my back.

“Wilson, it was so fast, you were so incredible, I thought I’d be able to hang on a bit longer—” he tried to make me feel better.

“Max, what if?”

“Hey, no ‘what ifs’. It’s going to be okay, I promise,” he murmured. But I looked in his eyes and knew he was just as scared as I was.

“But what if it isn’t—okay?” I asked. I could feel my eyes begin to dampen with tears that held every drop of fear in my soul. Instantly, thoughts crashed through my head. Off-the-wall images of Max leaving me pregnant and all alone. Suddenly I didn’t want to be naked any more.

“I think I should get dressed. I just want to get dressed,” I repeated as I leaned down to pick up my clothes off the floor.