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His smile was huge. “Hope, I’m going to confess, I can’t always read you. Like, in there, I wasn’t sure if you were liking it or not.”
“I did. I actually found it a fully unique experience.”
He laughed as the car pulled up next to us. “See? I have no idea what that means.”
“That’s a good thing, Max. I wouldn’t ever want to be boring.”
His smile stayed right where it was. “That’s a good thing. I don’t think you could ever be boring.”
He had no idea. If he spent any time in my head, he might understand how completely screwed up my thoughts were.
Unlike the last time when we were in the car together, we didn’t get naked on the drive to his place. So far, I’d resisted thinking about what we shared in this same car, like I’d already put it into a box labeleddid that really happen?somewhere inside my brain.
But sitting next to him on the same seat made me fully cognizant of it. How he smelled—like sandalwood soap and something else that was just clean and purely Max—the way he moved, the way that he tilted his neck like he wanted to look at something closer. I’d seen him do that in the kitchen. When he really examined something, he had a particular way of moving his head.
I could easily become fascinated with him.
Oh hell, I probably already was.
We arrived at his apartment, and I followed him inside. Like last time, it was almost like walking into another world when I entered his place. He threw his coat on a chair, and I gently placed the one he’d loaned me over it. I’d been wrapped in his scent all night.
“Do you want—”
I didn’t let him offer me something to drink or anything else. Instead, I practically threw myself into his arms. I’d had a taste in the car, and I wanted more. Also, it was better I not give my stupid anxiety too much time to rev up. Just because I’d had sex once and enjoyed it didn’t mean I couldn’t fall into a hole where I couldn’t again.
I wanted him.
He must have felt the same way because he picked me up against him and pushed me against the wall. I smiled against his lips. His kiss felt powerful, consuming, and spoke of ownership. My body buzzed with excitement. Turned out I really, really liked this.
He pulled back to look at me. “Guess you’re not thirsty?”
I shook my head and kissed him again. His smile told me he liked it as he carried me toward his bedroom. I met him, lips to lips. This time, I led and he followed. His body hardened against me.
But then the dynamic changed. I couldn’t have said when it changed, but suddenly, he led the dance of our bodies. His tongue pushed between my lips, and I let him, melting into the power that was Max’s strong body. Right then, I might have sworn that there was nothing in the world that could get to me, not so long as I had Max’s arms around me and the soft mattress beneath my back.
He rubbed a finger over the outside of my shirt. My hard nipple increased in pain, and although I’d never have believed it,I loved the sensation. I arched my back to lift my breast closer to his hand. Max obliged me by squeezing the nipple that begged for his attention. Then he pulled my shirt over my head.
“I want a good look at them. I’ve already been dreaming about them.”
My cheeks heated at what he said, even if it was cheesy. Maybe I was a person who needed a good dose of cheese in my life. I kissed his chin. “Better take my bra off then.”
Max scrunched up his face. “Is it one of those front clips?”
It actually was. “Can I take from your expression that you don’t like them?” I did him the favor of detaching the clip so that he didn’t have to. I pulled my bra off and set it aside. The whole time, his eyes were on my breasts, watching them like he’d never seen a pair before.
I smirked at him, because how could I not? “Do they hold up to your expectations?”
“Hope, they are perfection.” He bent over to suck my nipple into his mouth, and I moaned. Oh, this was going to be too much. I didn’t imagine sex should be a rush, but I wanted more of this until we reached the end. Was that terrible? Wasn’t I supposed to crave foreplay? I didn’t guess it mattered right then.
I reached between us. I was dressed from the waist down, and he was still fully clothed. With a tug, I indicated I wanted his shirt off.
He complied, and I ran my hands over his strong chest.
Max raised a dark eyebrow. “I know, I’m covered in scars. It’s not pretty.”
I didn’t notice till he mentioned it. “We all have our scars. Max. Not one of us is perfect.”
Some of us just hide our scars on the inside.
