She could use any damn thing she wanted, anything he had. Hell, she could use him for that matter, in any way she wanted to, so long as she kept smiling at him like that. “You’re my everything. What’s mine is yours,” he answered simply, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“So you don’t mind if I use your shaver on my legs?” she asked innocently.
“Okay, anything except that,” he answered, frowning. He hesitated for a second before adding, “Oh hell, you can use that too. If the blade gets blunt, I’ll get another one.” Max decided the smile on her face was worth getting a large supply of men’s shavers.
Mia’s laugh floated around him as she admitted, “I wouldn’t dare. I know where men draw the line.”
“There are no lines with us,” Max answered gruffly. “Cross the line any time you want to with me. Invade my personal space.” Fill my life with love.
He kissed her because he had to, covering her sweet mouth with his. Mia immediately opened to him, accepted him, welcomed him, and it drove him insane. She melded with him perfectly, beautifully, complying with his needs as if they were her own. Really, maybe they were…but it still inflamed him.
He pulled his mouth from hers and buried his face in her hair, absorbing her scent, needing to be close to her. Maybe he was still afraid someone was going to take her away again, and he’d never survive it.
“I thought we were going riding,” Mia murmured against his shoulder.
Both of them were good on horseback. Mia had spent summers here in Montana with her grandmother before the elderly woman had passed away when Mia was in high school. And Max had spent time in Texas with an old friend of his father’s when he was alive. They’d spent a few lazy days in the last week riding and enjoying the decent September weather they were getting in Montana. But right now, he was really rethinking the type of riding he wanted Mia to do. “Maybe we need to take a different type of ride,” Max told her huskily, savoring her sweet smell as he gathered her closer.#p#分页标题#e#
“I’m glad you said that, because I was thinking the same thing,” she answered cheekily. Pulling out of his arms, she took him by the hand and started tugging him toward the front door.
Taken aback, Max followed behind her willingly, trying to figure out if she was thinking of a change of scene for their “ride.” He was more than up for anything. Literally.
She led him to the front door and opened it with a huge smile. “Happy birthday, Happy anniversary, merry Christmas,” she said, leading him outside.
Max squinted from the bright sunlight, and the glare in front of his eyes. His rental car was gone, and in its place sat a Ferrari 458 Spider, a car he’d considered—but had passed—on buying, even though he’d been salivating over it for a while now. “Whose car is this?”
Mia dangled a set of keys in front of his face. “It’s yours now. I wanted to get you something for all the holidays we’ve missed together. And I know you want it.”
Holy shit. Max’s jaw dropped and he turned his gaze to Mia as he asked, “How did you know I wanted a Ferrari?” Simon and Sam both had a Bugatti, Kade and Travis had a multitude of man toys, but all Max had ever really wanted was a Ferrari. There was something about the sleek Italian lines of the vehicle that just did it for him.
Mia propped her hands on her hips and gave him a naughty smile. “I was already arranging it before I had to leave the second time. I went to use your laptop a few times, and the screen was up for this car. Obviously you wanted it. Why didn’t you just buy it?”
Max drove a Mercedes, a nice sedan that had been moderately priced for that brand. “Because it’s not sensible. Why do I need another car, especially one that costs over a quarter million dollars?” He might be a billionaire, but that had never seemed to override his ingrained sense of logic and practicality.
“Max…you can afford it. You can have things you want. You don’t have to always do the sensible thing,” she teased him softly. “Sometimes it’s fun to do something just because you want to and not try to apply any reason to it.”
His eyes roamed over the car longingly. How long had he wanted a Ferrari but never bought one because he didn’t actually need it? It was completely impractical, and he fucking loved it. “You did this for me? How did you get it here?” he asked, still stunned.
“With my brother’s help. Kade arranged to get it sent here. Do you like it?” she asked nervously. “I paid for it from my own funds.”