Maximum Dare - Vanessa Fewings Page 0,42

me was sensing a connection to Max that had my entire body aching for him, my soul longing for more.

Even though he’d stayed up for most of the night he still looked perfect, his hair ruffled, that stubble adding ruggedness to his chiseled jaw.

“I’ll see you inside.” He reached into the back of the car for my dry cleaning and shoes.

I took them from him, but I didn’t want to look at the outfit covered in plastic. I’d worn it and bared my soul to a man I no longer loved.

Then again, I’d been wearing it when Max had carried me away from the pool in his arms. What I felt for Max was very different. It was like my soul was linked to him in some inconceivable way.

These futile thoughts carried no resolution.

We made it to the doorstep and I eased the key in the lock, psyching myself up to look at him one last time. If I was going to tell Max that I’d developed feelings for him, now was the time. Though when I went to speak my throat tightened with uneasiness. I didn’t want my last interaction with him to be me embarrassing myself one more time.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Seria fácil te amar, Daisy.”

“What did you say?”

“Goodbye.” He pivoted and strolled down the pathway towards his car.

He was leaving and I was letting him. There was no other choice.

I nudged open the door and stepped inside.

I hung my dry cleaning on the hallway coat rack and set the shoebox down on the attached bench. Then I leaned against the wall to catch my breath, my mind reeling as I tried to decide what to do next. Letting him walk away felt wrong—it felt like a piece of me was already missing. He’d healed my heart a little. Made me forget the sadness that had brought me to my knees. I’d lost so much, and Max had appeared each time I’d needed him to as though he’d been heaven sent.

Go after him.

Tell him how you feel.

I flew out the front door and bolted into the street.

I stopped when I saw the Ford Escort parked in the same space where Max’s car had been. How could I have not told him the truth when I’d had the chance? I’d been so daring lately, right up until it mattered.

Head bowed, I went back inside.

Tracing my fingertips over my lips, I recalled once more the way he’d kissed me the night before. The desire and meaning it held for us could never be conveyed with mere words.

Max Marquis’ kisses were a love letter to the soul…my soul.

When the doorbell rang, I spun round and pulled open the door.

Max was standing there. “Is the offer still on? For pancakes, I mean?”

“Sorry, kitchen’s closed.”

His lips quirked up and he rolled his eyes.

Grabbing his hand, I pulled him inside and we stumbled back into the house, laughing.

He shoved the door closed behind him. Cupping my face with his hands, he leaned down and kissed me hard, crushing his lips to mine with a fierce passion that suddenly turned tender and loving.

He eased back a little. “This is what you want?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes…oh, yes.”

Stay forever.

We moved together, me tugging his coat off and him working on mine. We reached the staircase and he sank onto the lower step and pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I crushed my lips to his again, wrapped in his warm embrace.

“Daisy,” he whispered. “If I stay, we’re going to do more. We’re going to have sex, the mind-blowing kind. The kind that will change everything between us. Do you want that?”

“Yes, I want that. I want you.”

In response to his words and his touch, I felt my breasts swell, my sex was wet and ready, my clit throbbing as I rubbed against the bulge of his cock. This felt natural, inevitable, a coming together that we could no longer fight.

He buried his fingers in my hair and nipped my ear. “Bedroom?”

“Yes.”

I climbed off him and we raced up the stairs. I took his hand and led him down the hall to my room. We burst through the doorway and were back in each other’s arms again, stripping each other’s clothes off and flinging our shoes, not caring where they landed.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill,” I said breathlessly.

Max fell to his knees before me and tugged at my panties, pulling them down and then glancing up