I pulled the blankets up, feeling a sudden chill. I was getting deeper and deeper intot his relationship when I should’ve been putting some distance between us.
I was making a huge mistake and I knew it. I just couldn’t do anything about it.
“I feel like I’m wasting your time,” I whispered.
“How’s that?” he asked, his voice sounding bored.
“Because you want to get married and do all that. And your family wants it for you, as they should.”
“I don’t give a damn what they want. I want you.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He pressed a finger to my lips, quieting me. “Did you see Joselyn?”
I nodded.
“If you don’t want kids, we’ll just turn Isa’s kids into little tyrants. We’ll spoil them rotten and they’ll love us. We’ll sugar them all up and then send them home to her. Or to my mom’s,” he laughed, making me laugh, too.
I scooted over and nestled my head into the crook of his neck. “Sam said that any woman would be lucky to have your kid. She’s right, you know.”
“Well, my mom said you were a part of our family. She’s right, too, you know.” He let his fingers trail down my back, his touch leaving a wake of goose bumps in their path. “I told Sam that our relationship was strictly professional yesterday.”
“You did?”
“I did. I know you don’t like her, but you honestly have nothin’ to worry about when it comes to her.”
“She asked me to have lunch with her tomorrow.”
Max laughed. “She did?”
“Yup.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I’d call her in the morning.”
Max let his fingers stroke the skin beneath the silky fabric of my nightgown. “I think you should go. It might do her some good to have a friend.”
“She has Brielle,” I countered.
“And Brielle isn’t doing you any favors. Maybe you should go just to calm your nerves about her.”
I relaxed into him, spreading my legs apart in hopes that his fingers would find their way there. “Why does Bri not like me?”
Max shrugged beneath me. “I don’t know. Doesn’t matter. Because I like you.”
“Well, I’d like you a little more if you put this,” I said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the apex of my thighs, “here.”
His chest moved with a suppressed chuckle. “Well, sweetheart, I’d like it a little more if I put this,” he said, picking up my hand and touching it to his face, “here.” He took my hand and joined it with his on my sex.
I placed my hand on top of his and pushed it towards my opening. I picked up his middle finger and pressed it against my clit, letting out a small breath. “I won’t say no to your face between my legs. You’re like a damn wizard.”
“A wizard?” He laughed, tucking one arm under my waist and tossing me across the bed. He spread my legs and positioned himself between them.
“Yeah, a wizard,” I said, distracted with the anticipation of what was coming. “Now work your fucking magic.”
“Language, Kari,” he warned, narrowing his gaze and making me giggle.
“Magic Max. Get on it.” I lifted my hips towards his face and he chuckled.
“Impatient?”
“Now.”
He picked up my left leg and left a trail of kisses from my calf, up to the inside of my thigh. Every touch of his lips on my skin sent a direct burst of heat to my core. Once he reached the top of my thigh, he grazed his tongue mercilessly over to the center of my thighs. I rolled my hips, needing relief from the ache that was throbbing.
With his hands pressing roughly into my thighs, he opened me with his thumbs. His tongue was hot against me as he licked up my slit and landed on my clit. The contact sent my nerves on high-alert, a burst of energy shooting through my body.
He dipped his tongue into my opening, swirling it around and driving me crazy. I grabbed the back of his head and tugged on his hair, needing a way to release some of the energy that was overflowing inside me. He swirled his tongue again, causing a soft moan to escape my lips.
Once again, he licked up my wetness, landing on my swollen bud. Working circles against the heated flesh, he increased the pressure and intensity slowly, making me lose my fucking mind.
I pushed on the back of his head, trying for more contact. I needed a release, the build-up beginning to exceed the limits of what I could take. He dug his fingers into my skin, warning me to let him do his thing. I squeezed my eyes closed, my mind buzzing with way too many sensations to think straight.
He stroked his tongue down again and licked inside me, removing it quickly and replacing it with a finger. I pressed my head against the pillows, moving my hips around without thought. I tried to make sense of what he was doing, but all I could see was the proverbial light ahead. My orgasm was imminent and I needed it to happen. Quickly.