He had a point there and it was a thoughtful point but I wasn’t going to give it to him.
“You’re impossible!”
He grinned. “I think you’ve told me that before.”
“Maybe because it’s bloody true.”
“Jesus, you’re cute.”
“Don’t call me cute!”
Suddenly I was on my back, head on the pillow, Max’s heavy body pressing mine into the bed all down my side and part of my front.
I blinked up at him in surprise, his hand touched my face and his thumb came to my cheekbone as his eyes went there.
“It hurt?” he asked, clearly finished with our other conversation and deciding to move on.
“No,” I lied, it throbbed a bit, felt kind of tight, but it wasn’t too bad.
I put my hands to his chest and gave a light shove.
His thumb swept along my cheekbone and he ignored the shove entirely.
His eyes came to mine and he informed me, “It’s bruisin’, baby, bit swollen but it doesn’t look that bad.”
“Thank you for that information,” I replied snottily, “now get off.”
His hand moved away, his head bent and then his face disappeared in my neck.
“Stop bein’ pissed,” he muttered his order in my ear.
“Get off.”
“Nope,” he said and his head came up but it did it so his face was close. “You and me are both in my bed, no one’s asleep, no one’s delirious. I think we should take advantage of that.”
My eyes got wide as my body reacted strongly to his suggestion and it was a positive reaction.
“Mindy’s downstairs,” I whispered and he grinned, his face getting even closer.
“Not gonna f**k you, honey, just fool around,” he whispered back.
“Max –”
“Shut up and kiss me, Duchess.”
“Max!”
“All right, I’ll kiss you.”
Then he did and it was so good I forgot I was furious and my hands started sliding up the smooth skin and hard muscle of his chest when his head suddenly came up and his neck twisted.
“Fuck, what now?” he muttered, I tried to get a handle on the sudden disastrous change of circumstances but before I could do that he looked at me. “Someone’s comin’ up the lane.”
“Who?” I asked stupidly for Max couldn’t see the lane from his position on me and as far as I knew Max was not clairvoyant.
“I don’t know,” he answered, being nice and doing it without pointing out that my question was stupid.
He did a push up and knifed off the bed then he yanked the covers from me, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.