Something Forever(15)

Little did he know I felt sick to my stomach and food was the last thing on my mind. I’d heard of morning sickness, but whoever thought of the name should reconsider calling it pregnancy sickness. Morning sickness should mean only being sick in the morning. Hell, I was feeling sick all day. Pregnancy was not fun at this point. Regardless, I had to pretend that I was feeling well, at least until I told Max the news.

“I ate a little,” I lied. “But I can eat with you.”

Max turned away from the pot to look at me. How he could make cooking so sexy was beyond me. With his disarrayed hair, comfortable cotton shorts, and plain white T-shirt that framed his toned chest, I wanted to eat him. Forget about food!

“So, what did you do while I was gone?”

Max raised his brow flirtatiously, and when he spoke, his playful tone was hot and heavy. “If you want to know, come here and get your answer.”

“Maybe I don’t need an answer,” I teased back.

“Then maybe I had tons of women at my place and I stripped for them. Not only am I a great singer, I know how to dance well, too.”

I frowned at his words. Although I knew he was joking, I didn’t like the idea at all. “Maybe I let one of the dancers touch me.”

Max’s lips formed into a straight line. “Not funny, Jenna.” He turned away.

Was he mad? Jealous? Surely he knew I was playing around. I didn’t know what had gotten into me. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones acting up, or maybe it was simply the fact that I missed him more than I would admit. Whatever the reason, I had to have him now.

“Max.” The words escaped my mouth seductively as I started to unbutton my sweater and wiggle out of my jeans. When Max stopped stirring, I knew I’d gotten his attention. “It’s my turn to surprise you. I promise I didn’t let anyone touch me.”

No words breathed out of Max’s mouth. In fact, I wasn’t sure he was breathing when he saw me with nothing on but a black lace bra and a G-string. Walking to him seductively, I placed my hands on his chest, and that was all I needed to do.

Max turned off the fire, lifted me up, and set me on the counter. Sliding between my legs, he pulled me into him. My whole body blazed from our bodies pressing together. “Nobody touches what’s mine,” he growled with heated breath. I could feel the intensity behind his words and his hot breath as he spoke, sending chills down my spine. His possessiveness toward me always turned me on.

“Want a taste of my delicious beef?” His lips curled up into a sexy smirk.

I knew he meant the beef stew, but there was a double entendre behind it. Before I could say a word, he placed his finger in my mouth and slowly pulled it out.

“You’re a great cook,” I commented, letting my tongue seductively glide across my lips while savoring the taste of the sauce.

“I’m good at a lot of things,” he said matter-of-factly, watching my tongue move across my lips again.

“Aren’t we confident?” I teased, leaning back just a tad to push my breasts toward him, needing his touch.

“Arrogant,” he said. “I can be very arrogant. And I am damn good at making Jenna feel pleasure.”

Suddenly, Max dabbed a splat of sauce on my neck. “I think I’ll try some Jenna sauce.” Oh God! His tongue was working perfectly on that spot on my neck. My breath heaved and quickened when he dripped some more sauce between my breasts.

“Delicious,” he mumbled on my flesh. Then he yanked my bra just enough to allow his mouth to suck from one nipple to the other.

“Max.” I shuddered, unable to take anymore. Pulling his head back, I gave him the look and knew he understood.

Anchoring my legs around his hips, he pressed me against the kitchen cabinet while his hands ran along my thighs. He slammed his lips into mine and sucked all of the breath out of me. While kissing me, he managed to take off his shorts, then let me down to remove his T-shirt and the rest of what I had on. He was fierce, hot, and ready...and so was I.

Max lifted me up again and planted my back against another cabinet door. I didn’t know where he was getting his strength, but he was unstoppable. Heavy gasps left my lungs when Max entered me. Oh God! He felt so good. The room was spinning and I was intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving me. Max had no mercy as he pumped, sucking the nipple that was conveniently right in front of his mouth.

“Jenna, you’re so wet. I love how you’re wet for me,” he panted. “Did you miss me the way I missed you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, nearly exploding from his words and his hips grinding his dick deeper inside of me.

My head spun even more when Max swung me to the kitchen island. “Say it louder, Jenna.” His words seethed out of his mouth.