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He panted, looking at me with fire in his eyes and desire in his pants. “Not here.”
/> I jumped off the counter and pushed him toward the door.
He shook his head and grabbed my wrists, pulling me flush against his body. His erection was hard and throbbing against my stomach. “Not in the bathroom.”
“Then take me upstairs,” I groaned, a desperate plea for him to grant my wish. “This house has to have a million bedrooms.”
“I have a better idea. Grab a blanket in the chest on the patio and meet me at the fire pit.”
Reluctantly, I made my way outside, doing my best to clear my head and mask the raging hormones I had partying inside me. I sat by the fire alone, contemplating my inner thoughts.
I was crazy for wanting Max. Crazy for letting him infiltrate my life. I didn’t spend my entire life with my head in a textbook to flunk out of school, putting myself a year behind when I was already two years ahead.
Tonight was the last night. One more night of slacking off and then it was back to regularly scheduled programming. When he showed up, I would tell him. I had to tell him.
“Hey.” He stepped off the wooden deck onto the patio stones and walked toward me. The water from the pool reflected across his face, the moonlight illuminating his perfect skin. My stomach jumped at his beauty.
Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.
“I thought we could have a snack.” He held up a box with a picture of just the thing I’d been craving. S’mores.
He might not be the man I should want, but maybe Max Levin was exactly the man I needed.
Chapter 25
Max
She looked adorable, all cuddled up in a blanket, staring at the fire. The red and orange flames danced across her face.
She gasped when I held up the s’mores kit.
“You did not just bring that out here.”
“I was just thinking this night would be perfect with some chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers.” And to satisfy my sweet tooth. Drinking gave me the munchies, and I always went for something sweet.
“Then the night is perfect.”
I took a seat beside her on the stone bench, not leaving any space between us. I needed to feel her against me, feel her warmth, smell her sweetness, even through the fragrant wood that burned in the pit.
“Are we the only ones left?”
I nodded. “Ry passed out. Ben went to bed. Everyone else called it a night.”
It was late. A little after two in the morning, but I wasn’t tired. Not even a little bit.
“So we’re all alone?”
“Just you, me, and the s’mores, baby.”
I had brought her tonight because I’d wanted her to meet my friends. I’d wanted her to see the real me. The twenty-three-year-old man—although man could be disputed—who goofed off with his friends and wasn’t thinking about porn all the time. I had passed on the Absinthe. I wanted to make sure Everly was safe. If anything happened, I didn’t want to be a cracked mess incapable of offering assistance.
I held out one of the stainless-steel skewers I’d stolen from the garage.
“Wow, this is hardcore. Aren’t you supposed to search for sticks?”
“Ben’s a big camper. He has all the useless gadgets and gear that take the camp out of camping.”
She giggled. “I find the idea of camping fascinating. I love outdoor fires and the smell of wood burning. It reminds me of Christmas when we’d visit my grandma. We used to roast chestnuts and she’d let me make s’mores. Maybe that’s why I love them so much, because they remind me of her.”
