“What happened?” he asked.
“What?” I asked back.
“You’re different,” he observed.
I was. And maybe he wouldn’t like me different. Maybe, when the thrill went out of the chase because there was no chase, he’d lose interest.
All my contentment vanished and I felt my body get stiff.
“Shit, there she goes,” he muttered.
I stuffed my face in his throat and lied in order to cover my sudden fear. “I just remembered what’s on this morning’s agenda.”
He was quiet a moment then his arms gave me a squeeze. “Fuck. Yeah. Jesus, I forgot all about that.”
I tipped my head back to look at him and he dipped his chin down to catch my eyes.
“Maybe we can go on the lam, head to Mexico,” I suggested.
He grinned at me but replied, “Nothin’s chasin’ me off my mountain, Duchess, not even your dick of a Dad.”
I sighed and then pressed my face in his throat again. “It was just an idea.”
Has fingers slid through my hair before he told me, “You say what you gotta say and then we’ll get the f**k outta there.”
I nodded. “Okay.” Then tipped my head back and noted, “Since what I have to say will take approximately five seconds, we should eat breakfast here. Do you know what time we’re supposed to be there?”
He rolled, taking me with him and twisting his head to look at the clock then he rolled us back into place and said, “Eight o’clock.”
I didn’t catch a glimpse at the time so I asked, “What time is it now?”
“Six thirty.”
I felt my eyes get wide and my body jerked. “Oh no! I have to start getting ready!”
I tried to pull out of his arms but this not only didn’t work, he rolled again, this time into me so he was mostly on me.
Then he shoved his face in my neck and announced, “They don’t get fancy Nina.”
Then I felt his tongue where his gravel-voiced words just sounded and goose bumps came up on my skin.
“Max, everyone gets fancy Nina,” I informed him, ignoring the goose bumps. “I am fancy Nina.”
His hands started moving on my body and his lips slid up to my ear. “They can get wet-haired, makeup free Nina.”
I gasped, not in shock at his words, in something else when his fingers curled around my breast.
“Max –”
His mouth came to mine. “Shut up, baby, and kiss me.”
“Max –”
His thumb swiped my nipple and he repeated his demand, “Kiss me.”
His thumb swiped back and I did what I was told.
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