Page 64 of Max's Mission

Soap sluiced over her shoulders and down her body as she rinsed her hair and contemplated that idea. The memory of their heated exchange at the hotel before Asher interrupted them sent a hot flush over her body. Could they just pick up where they’d left off that evening?

It was insane. She’d just told herself it was too soon.

But was it really? Considering how long they’d known each other? How well they knew each other?

The flush on her body turned into a fire that burned into her bones at the thought of Max’s hands on all the places the water currently touched.

She wanted that.

Needed it.

Was that enough to throw caution to the wind and change everything?

Twenty-Seven

Aquick 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.

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