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“Eww, save that for when we’ve gone home!” Maggie covers her eyes as our parents gaze at each other with desire.
When Mona returns, my heart squeeze as I see how everyone smiles her way. Okay, bringing her home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
33
When Max’s parents give us their third hug goodbye and his sisters have all headed out, Max guides me back to the car, his hand on the small of my back. His parents watch us from their stoop as he leans in to kiss my cheek. “Thank you for today. I hope it wasn’t too bad,” he whispers against my skin, sending pinpricks of excitement rolling across me at the sensation.
“I had a great time. I see why you love them so much.” It’s the truth. Sure, his family was weird and a bit intense, but they made me feel welcome the whole time. Any fears I had about them thinking I’m not good enough for Max have vanished.
“Really? Because I thought my sisters were trying to test that love tonight.”
“That was the best part.” I laugh, and he pinches my side, making me squeal.
“Careful, Mona,” he says, his voice filled with low, sensual promise. He steps away and opens my car door, and we both give his parents one more wave before they finally go inside and close the door.
Max slides into the driver’s seat and I’m about to reassure him I had a good time, but then he’s reaching across the console to tug me closer, his lips crashing against mine. It’s rough and consuming, like he’s been dying to kiss me all day. His hand threads through my hair and he rests his forehead against mine when our lips part, his breathing unsteady as he lets out a low rumbling groan.
“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he murmurs, then pulls back so he can look into my eyes, his thumb caressing my cheek. “Fuck, baby, you’re amazing.”
“So are you.” I mean it with my whole heart. I’m on the precipice of doing something crazy—telling him I love him. I’ve had the words on my tongue all day and they’re too strong to hold back now that we’re alone. “Max, I—”
His phone dings and my eyes dart down to it, but he grabs my chin and brings my gaze back to his. “What were you going to say?”
“I…” The phone dings, interrupting me again. “Aren’t you going to check that?”
He shakes his head, his eyes boring into mine like he knows what I was going to say. “The only person I want to talk to right now is you.”
“O-oh. Well, I was going to say…I lo—”
His phone rings, rattling against the center console.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, picking it up and answering it with a scowl. “What?”
I sit back and smooth my hair, the pause in our conversation giving me a chance to take a breath and reconsider my confession. It’s too soon. I don’t want to ruin a great day by moving too fast.
“Hold on, I’ll ask her.” Max touches my arm and mutes his phone. “My sisters are asking if we want to meet them for drinks. I’ll tell them no.”
I glance at the sun dipping below the horizon. It’s still early. If we head to the hotel now, there’s no telling what I’ll confess when I’m under Max’s singular focus. “We can go. I wouldn’t mind going out for a bit—I haven’t visited the city in a long time.”
Max runs a hand through his messy waves. “Are you sure? Because if you thought Samantha was bad earlier, she’ll be unhinged without my parents around.”
“Are you worried she’ll steal me away from you? Because she’s very pretty…” My lip quirks as I try to keep my face straight.
Max’s eyes darken and his hand rests on my throat, not tightening but enough to make it known how easily he can control me. “No fucking way. You’re mine.”
Shit, now I’m going to go out with my panties soaked. Maybe we should just go back to the hotel after all. Max pulls away and unmutes his phone, leaving me aching for him as he tells Claire that we’ll meet them at the bar.
* * *
Max’s thumbrubs against my skin in small circles, his hand on the back of my neck a possessive claiming. I can barely focus on the story Maggie’s telling. Each swipe of his thumb feels like it’s connected directly to my clit. I’ve only had one drink since we arrived at Jewel’s, a moody dive bar, but I feel drunk on his touch.
“What about you, Mona?” Samantha asks, startling me out of my lust-fueled fog.
“Sorry, what was the question?”
His sisters all exchange a glance, then burst out into laughter. The three of them are each striking in their own way. Claire with ginger waves similar to Max and an elegant, slender build like their dad. Maggie takes after their mom—who, by the way, doesn’t look a day over 40 despite Max telling me she’s older than his dad—with sparkling eyes, sleek brown hair, and an enviable hourglass figure. Samantha looks like she could be Max’s twin, minus the broken nose and her platinum hair. She even has the same wicked smile as him when she looks at me. They’re all intimidatingly attractive, but I can’t keep my eyes off Max.
“Just asked if you wanted another drink. Looks like you’re plenty intoxicated already, though,” Samantha says, winking at me. “Shame. Looks like Max cast his spell on you. Lucky bastard.”
