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there was so much tension in him but she was immediately concerned that she might be the cause. She didn’t like thinking that she was more of a burden to him than anything else.
As she pulled her dress off and hung it in the closet, she determined that she’d talk with him the next day to make sure she wasn’t a bother to him. She wanted to be his mistress or lover, or whatever they were called these days. She definitely didn’t want to be an albatross.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to question him about it the following day. The day was spent with his family, first going to church and then at a large feast held on the back patio of his villa. There were aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins and so many others she’d lost count. The whole time though, Max kept her by his side, not letting her out of his sight and so many people came up to introduce themselves, she was overwhelmed by their names. By the time lunch was finally served, her mind was spinning with everyone’s faces as she tried to place them in an effort to be polite the next time she saw them.
The afternoon seemed to never end and there wasn’t a single moment when she could have a private word with Max about anything, much less the opportunity he’d promised her the previous night. By the time they were on their way back to the airport, she was glaring at him across the back seat of the limousine.
“You orchestrated all of this, didn’t you?” she demanded, her arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” he replied, and pulled her forward until she was sitting in his lap. His lips covered hers so Clarissa was unable to respond. And when his hands touched her waist, sliding across her stomach, she had no mind to respond anyway. This was new and exciting, feeling his large, strong hand on a place her body had never had another person touch. She shivered in excitement and turned toward his heat, wanting him to touch her in other areas.
Her hands reached up and wrapped around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair and she gasped when his hand slid higher. Not quite touching her breast but resting just underneath.
She moaned and shifted, her bottom covering his lap felt his own reaction and she thrilled to it, wiggling her bottom without thought and arching her back, instinctively tempting him to move his hand higher, to provide what her body was aching to feel.
When his hand slid to her back, she almost cried out with frustration but he didn’t stop kissing her so she was unable to protest the loss of his hand where she wanted it to move. Then she felt his fingers on the bare skin where her sun dress didn’t cover and the intensity of that left her almost shaking. Could a back really be that sensitive? She’d had no idea!
Her fingers curled into fists, gripping his hair and holding him there, desperate for more of him and her body pushing against his hand.
“We’re here,” his deep voice said as he pulled away, his breathing just as heavy as hers and his eyes reflecting the desire her whole body was feeling.
“Where?” She asked, her fingers slowly releasing his hair as she looked out the window. “Oh,” she gasped and jumped off his lap. They were parked at the airport, one of his private planes ready for takeoff. The stairs were pushed up against the plane and one of the stewardesses was leaning back against the interior of the cabin, as if she’d recently been standing at attention but was no longer sure when the two of them would emerge from the limousine.
Clarissa moved across the seat, her hands moving to make sure her dress was still decent. She grimaced when she realized that he hadn’t even unzipped the zipper slightly. What had she turned into? She had been kissing a man and she had completely lost her head. Again. Had she no self control?
“Goodness,” she whispered and quickly scooted toward the door and out of the car, careful to keep her dress down over her knees in a feeble attempt at etiquette. “You don’t think they suspected what we were doing, do you?” she whispered when he stepped out behind her.
“Of course not,” he replied. His entire flight crew was standing around waiting on a limousine that was not moving.