Beyond Eighteen(61)

Chapter Twenty-three


~ Wilson ~





Well, if I really thought about it, was I truly fooling myself when I thought that Max and I were going to be able to go downstairs to say goodnight and come right back upstairs to be alone? I should have known Nancy wouldn’t let that happen. So after a giant lasagna dinner that Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn brought over and the gracious amount of time Max’s family gave to people who had come to comfort them, we didn’t start back upstairs until 9 o’clock. The only way we were able to leave, was to use the excuse that I was flying out tomorrow and still had some packing to do.

I clung to Nancy until she pulled away as we said our goodnights. It was an exaggerated parting, laced with just enough of a good-bye in case she didn’t get up in the morning before I left. Her embrace was so inviting, so gentle, so accepting. I didn’t want to think about leaving her without a proper good-bye. As I went around the room, saying my goodnights to the rest of Max’s family, I made sure to give a little yawn every once in a while until that turned into a bona fide set of yawns that made my eyes water. I guess I was a little more tired than I thought.

Max slid his hand around my waist; I could feel his fingers curve around and slip just under the waistband of my pants. His exposed skin felt hot against the thin fabric of my top, his nose tracing down the side of my face before whispering against my ear that it was time to head upstairs.

My heart thundered in my chest. Excitement grew in my loin. The swarm of butterflies he created and fed with his aroma invaded every buried and recognizable space in my body until, finally, my entire being seemed to vibrate in his touch. At last I was going to be alone with Max. He nudged his body against my backside as he let out a low, warm exhale across my neck. It was enough of a bump toward the stairway to steer me up to his bedroom…and my waiting sexy black lingerie.

The stairs seemed to work in our favor. Max held my shoulders from behind as we climbed. His hands, hot against my top, scorched through to my skin. With every step I took, every time I grabbed the railing and pulled, I felt the need to move faster. It registered up through the muscles in my legs and encouraged chills to rush my skin.

Once at the top of the stairs Max pushed his entire body against my backside. He cleared my hair away from my neck and pressed his warm lips against my spine. His nose dragged and inhaled my flesh while his warm lips kissed their way up to the base of my scalp. Chills were followed by a rippling need that flooded my soul and I spun around to face him. Max’s hands swam down to my lower back before he caught the back of my thigh and pulled my leg up to wrap around his hip. He swayed, dipping just low enough to catch my other leg and swing it around his waist too. I crossed my ankles and let him hold me up with his hands supporting me under my ass.

I pushed my mouth hard against his, needingly tasting every desire between us. I tangled my hands into his thick, black hair. He shuffled and pushed me against the wall next to his bedroom door. My back landed hard against the wall and my breath caught as he pressed against me, wedging me in a delicious moment of complete bliss. His hands cradled my cheeks as he tasted, licked, and consumed me. His hips swayed and drove upward before he regrouped all of his urges and repeated every movement. I rocked against him, losing my breath with the momentum building between us.

“You’re so fucking hot, Wilson,” Max growled as he abandoned my mouth and kissed his way over to my earlobe.

“Will you make love to me all night long?” I asked, huffing in rhythm with our momentum.

“God, you drive me crazy. You know I will. I’ll make love to you all…night…long,” he said in whispered pants that were synchronized with each thrust. He dropped his mouth to my chest, his tongue tasting the swell of my breast.

“Take me to bed,” I gasped.

Max regained his grip on my butt as his other hand pulled the door open. He carried me into his room with my arms wrapped around his neck and my face buried against his clavicle. He laid me down on his bed before pulling away to look at me. I was ready, willing, and able to have him make love to me.

“I want to watch you undress. I want to see you put on that little black thing you bought for me,” he said as he backed up and pressed the lock on the door. As if he owned the rights to watch me undress, his eyes gazed at me, never leaving my body as I stood up and started to pull off my top.

“Wait, slow down. Tease me,” he said as he stood just inches away from me.

“Okay, but you can’t touch me until I say,” I teased breathily.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he grumbled.