Quarter Mile Hearts(44)

“You and me. You ready to take a chance?”

His finger hooks under my chin and tips it up so I can look at him. In just the light from the bar, I can see his eyes swimming with emotion. Reaching up, I stroke my knuckle down his cheek. His eyelids flutter, as though fighting the urge to close them.

“Perhaps,” I whisper as I continue to trace my knuckle along his jawline, fascinated by the way he stays so still. Only his eyes widen as though he didn’t believe I would relent and then his head bends and his lips cover mine in a delicate kiss that changes and evolves the minute our tongues meet. His warm palm presses against my back, while the other rests on my ass. My hands slip into his back pockets so I can grip his firm ass.

Loud music and laughter pour from the bar as someone opens the door. Max breaks our kiss but doesn’t let go as he pulls me out of the way to avoid getting knocked over as two people stumble out.

“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Aaron booms in his drunken voice. It masks my groan, and I turn my head to see Beth tucked under his arm looking a little worse for wear. He guides her down the stairs, and all I can see is her arm waving as she calls.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That gives us a lot to work with,” I mutter and turn back to Max. His lips are curved up into a wide smile, looking at me as if he could eat me whole.

“I think I need to get you home. Before I do something I shouldn’t and give the poor sheriff a shock.”

“Sounds promising.” My drunken mouth runs away with me, and I hold my breath, but to my surprise, he laughs and guides me to his car.

“You have had way too much to drink.” He opens the door and helps me in, trying not to notice how my dress rides up to flash my panties. I just shrug.

“At least I wore my nicest pair.”

With a groan, Max pushes his hand through his hair. “Was that for my benefit?”

“Maybe it was.”

“Is that a yes?” He dips his head back in the door to click my seatbelt into place, and I lean over and kiss his cheek quickly.

“That would be a yes.”

After a muttered curse, his lips crash into mine and he kisses me roughly, leaving me breathless and wanting much, much more by the time he shuts the door and jogs around to his side.

Again, the drive home is too quick, and the next minute we are pulling into my drive. Max kills the engine, and I wonder if I should ask him in. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea, but that’s not what the ache in my core is telling me. Turning to me, he pushes the hair off my shoulder.

“You never did tell me how that night was?” The streetlights cause his eyes to sparkle dangerously.

I shrug. “Meh, it was okay?” That wipes the smile off his face, and I bite my lip, not wanting to ruin it by laughing.

“Just okay?” he grinds out.

“Yeah.”

With a growl, he leans closer, and I wait a beat before turning to him, hoping I don’t look as turned on as I am.

“Maybe I need to refresh your memory.” His low voice is full of promise.

“Maybe you should.” My eyes dip to his full lips and without realizing, my thumb brushes along his bottom lip.

“Maybe I will,” he murmurs, distracted by my touching.

“Good.” My eyes flick up to see the flash in his, the only warning I get before he grips the back of my head and his lips collide with mine. His tongue darts into my mouth, and desire slides through, gathering in a hot pool low down in my stomach.

By the time we pull apart, we are both gasping for breath and the windows of his GTO have started to steam up.

“I need to get you inside now before I rip that scrap of material off you and take you in the backseat.”

I bite my tongue, stifling the words I really want to say, and nod instead. Because now that he’s said it, all I want is for him to take me in the backseat and refresh my memory about how good that night was.

At the door, he turns to me and grips the back of my head, drawing me closer so he can rest his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes.

“Tell me to go,” he growls.

“No.”

“If I don’t go now, I will take you up the stairs and remind you exactly how good we are together.”

“I want you to.” Surprise registers on his face, and the words have barely left my mouth when his lips collide with mine. Both hands slide down over the curve of my ass and under the hem of my dress, hitting the bare flesh at the back of my thighs before they glide up to grip my ass, tilting my pelvis so his hard dick presses into me.

Reaching behind me, I fumble with the key and then the handle, before the door swings open and Max propels us over the threshold. His hands move from my ass to the back of my thighs and he lifts me up. Just in time, my legs wrap around his waist, and I grip his shoulders. Never breaking our kiss, he slams the door shut with his foot and starts to climb the stairs. My shoes clatter to the floor when we reach the landing. Max’s mouth on mine is driving me crazy as he sucks and nibbles at my lips.