Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
A quick puff of steam billowed out behind Margot as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her gaze darted toward the living room. Max glanced up.
He’d removed his shoes and made up the sofa while she’d showered. She liked that he was comfortable in her home.
He stood and crossed the room, his footfalls silent in his stocking feet.
Stopping in front of her, he arched an eyebrow, his silvery blue gaze roving over her. Something sparked in his eyes, setting them ablaze.
She shivered, but not from a chill. If he’d physically touched her, she wasn’t sure she’d have felt it more than that quick perusal.
“You don’t look any more relaxed than when you went in there,” he said. “I figured it would make you sleepy.”
Sleep was now the furthest thing from her mind. Tingles raced from one end of her body to the other and back again. “No. My mind did the opposite. It woke up.”
“That sucks. I’m sorry.” He scrunched his nose, giving him an adorableness she couldn’t resist.
She stepped closer, done keeping a leash on her feelings for this man. “I’m not.” Snaking her hands up his shoulders, she combed her hands into his hair, loving the feel of the cool strands on her fingertips.
He must have seen the intention in her eyes, because he curled his hands over her hips. Margot bit her lip as his fingers dug into her flesh.
She’d been wrong. She could feel it more.
“Margot—”
She laid a finger over his lips. “Don’t talk me out of it, Max. I know it’s too soon; that we’ve barely talked about starting something more. But I?—”
He ducked away from her finger and swallowed her words with a fierce kiss.
With a moan, she sank into him, letting go of the last thoughts rambling around in her head and just let herself feel.
His mouth glided over hers. He nipped and soothed as he went, dragging another moan from the depths of her soul. It was crazy, but she needed him like she needed air to breathe. If he stopped now, she’d wither up and expire.
Luckily, he seemed to be of the same frame of mind. Keeping their mouths fused, he tunneled his hands beneath the soft sweater she’d put on, searing her skin with his touch.
A soft gasp escaped her as his hands closed around her breasts. His callous-roughened palms raked over her sensitive flesh.
Like striking a match, the fire ignited in a flash.
One hand reversed direction, sliding around her torso and down her back, throwing gasoline on the fire as it burrowed under the waistband of her sleep shorts.
A wicked smile toyed with Margot’s lips as every muscle in his body froze when he met with nothing.
She hadn’t forgotten her underwear; she’d just chosen not to go back into her room to get a pair when she realized she hadn’t grabbed clean ones.
It never occurred to her that it would matter. Not even when she stepped out of the bathroom with the intention of doing this very thing. She’d been too nervous to worry about what she was or wasn’t wearing.
But she was happy now she’d forgotten them. His reaction was everything.
She stood on her toes, pressing closer and urging him to keep going and touch her where her body burned the hottest for him.
Like she’d flipped a switch, he plunged his hand lower, skimming her center from behind. Margot moaned and squirmed in his hold, desperate for more.
Max ripped his mouth from hers, burying it in her neck. “You’re killing me, Margot. Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”
She couldn’t answer. Not when that magical mouth was busy discovering that spot on her neck that drove her wild. She raked her hands through his hair, holding him to her. His fingers teased her once more, coaxing her body to ripen.
With a louder moan, she pushed on his shoulders, breaking his hold. Taking his hand, she turned and led him down the short hallway to her bedroom.
He pushed the door shut behind them.
Margot flipped on the small lamp on the bedside table, bathing them in its soft, warm glow. Her breath caught at the intense glitter in his now steely-blue eyes.
He stalked forward the few steps separating them, crowding her against the bed. She sat down, then crawled backward as he followed her onto the mattress. Hands gliding up her sides, he rucked her shirt up, exposing her to his hot gaze.
Her eyes nearly rolled out of her skull when he caught the tip of her breast between his teeth. Strangling a groan, she clenched her fingers in his hair.
Max eased back. His heated gaze roved over her flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance.
She returned his hot stare.
This was insanity.
But she didn’t want to stop. This storm had been brewing for months. Like an ocean current warming with the seasons to form a hurricane, all the little touches and heated glances, the quiet conversations and shared jokes had led them to this.
Margot whisked her shirt over her head.
His nostrils flared.
Lying back, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. His fingers tangled with hers, and they quickly went the way of her shirt. Drunk on the look in his eyes, she laid before him, naked and unashamed. He wanted her and liked what he saw, and she knew it.
It was hard not to when his pupils looked like those of a cat on the prowl.
He rose, taking two steps to stand just inches away.
Those lovely blue eyes took in everything. And they said everything he was powerless to speak.
For several long seconds, he stared at her. Bringing a hand up, he ghosted the backs of his fingers over the top of her knee and up her thigh.
Tingles raced the length of her leg and up her spine. Margot felt her nipples bead.
Easing down again, he took hold of the back of her neck and fused their mouths once again.
The room spun as he banded an arm around her waist and scooted her up the bed to the stack of pillows in a tangle of limbs.
“You’re chilly.” He ran a hand down her thigh.
She didn’t feel the chill. Only the heat he’d created in her core.
“Let’s warm you up, shall we?” A wicked smile tilted one side of his mouth as he sat up.
The question forming in her mind about how he planned to do that died a swift death as he shimmied down her body and pushed her legs open.
“I guess it’s okay to eat a late-night snack before bed, right?” Leaning forward, he delved in.
Margot couldn’t stop the shout that broke free as his tongue touched her. She grabbed a handful of his hair, not sure whether to push him away so she could breathe or hold on so he could send her to the heavens.
Her body made the decision for her.
The sensations were too much. Too good. She held him in place as he coaxed wave after wave of intense pleasure out of her. Once more, her shout echoed off the walls of the room.
Lethargy took over her muscles. Her fingers loosened in his hair, and he sat back. Climbing off the bed, he stripped out of his shirt and kicked out of his jeans, boxers, and socks.
Margot licked her lips as she got her first glimpse of the part of him she’d only ever dreamed about. And there had been dreams. Only a few, and they’d been recent. But they were enough to leave her wondering what hid behind the zipper of his jeans and how good it could make her feel.
Some of the mellowness left her body. Her core tightened once more in anticipation of what was to come. She sat up, sliding off the bed to take him in her mouth and give him some of the same pleasure he’d given her.
He let her play for all of two seconds before he hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet.
“I’m not young enough for you to do that and still have anything left for the main event.”
She couldn’t even pout before he guided her down to the bed and melded their bodies.
Stars danced in Margot’s vision as they moved together, creating a delicious friction. She wound her legs around his waist and held on.
This was better than any dream could ever be.
The stars grew brighter until they blocked out the room and the sight of Max moving above her. She closed her eyes against the onslaught, but the light simply exploded behind her eyelids with the force of an atomic bomb. Margot let out a wild cry, bucking against him as pleasure ripped through her.
A moment later, his low grunt and hoarse moan joined her voice.
Sweaty, and breathing heavily, her limbs went limp. With a soft thump, her legs dropped to the bed.
His quiet curse brought some starch back to her bones. She opened her eyes.
Max stared down at the junction of their bodies, a look of trepidation on his handsome face.
She felt it the moment he looked up. The sticky wetness coating the inside of her thighs.
They’d just forgotten the most important lesson of middle school health class.
Margot covered her face and groaned.
“Hey.” Max’s hand enveloped hers, pulling her fingers away. “The chances are slim, right? People forget all the time and don’t always get pregnant.”
She did some quick math in her head.
A sharp laugh slid free. Oh, this was bad.
His shoulders fell. “We’re in trouble, aren’t we?”
She nodded.
“Um. Okay. We have options. They make a medication you can take, don’t they? To”—he flip-flopped a hand—“undo our idiocy? Can we get that here?”
“I’m not sure, but even if they do sell it, I don’t want to take that.” She wasn’t opposed to it, but there were worse things than being pregnant with Max’s baby.
Relief flooded his face. “Good.”
Surprise stilled her movements. “You… don’t mind if I get pregnant from this?”
“Honestly?” He shifted, laying down on his side to her right. Sliding a hand up her arm, he brushed a lock of her hair back from her shoulder and stared at her collarbone for a long moment.
His eyes met hers, a vulnerability shining in their depths she’d never seen from him before. “I’d be elated if you get pregnant.”