Page 8 of Buy Me, Love
“It doesn’t matter,” I say, and “two,” he says. I look up at him and feel my cheeksblushing.
“We aren’t going to be staying here that long,” I say before realizing that this isn’t a clarification; it’s a complication. I’m making it sound like we’re just checking in for a sex romp or something. I feel my cheeks get even redder as they tingle with excitement. “I mean, we aren’t going to be doing anysleeping.”
Next to me, Maxwell bites back a laugh and shakes hishead.
“Two beds,” he chimes in, “just in case. We’re here on our way to someplace else. We just needed to take a break from driving and thought this place looked good. If we end up sleeping, we end upsleeping.”
“Oh, where are you folks heading?” the man asks, squinting at his computer, then giving us an expectantglare.
“We’re…” I look up at Max forhelp.
“Going to the Grand Canyon,” Max says, “we…just drove down fromMontreal.”
“Right,” I say, pointing to him as though I’m catching the end of his tale and taking up the thread, “I’ve never seen the Grand Canyon, and I’ve always wanted to, so that’s where he’s takingme.”
I bump my hip against his and he smiles down at me again. He’s so big and solid that all of my weight went into that little hip-bump but I can see that it didn’t even register as a blip on his radar. My heart feels like a balloon floating up into the bright blue sky and I’m waiting for it to either pop or float so high that it becomesinvisible.
“This is actually our first date,” Max says, taking the two keycards the very nice and very confused man slides tohim.
“Alright then. Have a nice stay,” he says. I think he’s about to ask if I’m being held against my will. I admit I’m acting a little bitkooky.
“Do you guys have room service?” Max asks, slipping one card between my fingers. I feel my tummy roll deeply when our fingersconnect.
“No kitchen on premises,” the man replies, pointing out the glass door behind us, “sorry about that. But there is a diner down the road that delivers.” He slides a three-fold paper menu across the desk to Max, who nods with a thank-you before we head outsideagain.
“Iloveit here.” I turn in a small circle, taking in the cool night, the bright stars, the off-ramp motel. It feels like controlled chaos. It feels like we’re flirting with danger, getting right up to the edge of it, dipping our toes in before backing off. A little danger never hurt anyone, didit?
“It’s nice,” Max says next to me. There’s a pause and he looks down into my eyes. I feel my features soften as my heart skips. Just as fast, though, the moment has passed and he’s waving for me to followhim.
“Okay, you don’t have to lie,” I remark as the two of us make our way up the brick and metal staircase to the second floor. “Thissortof looks like something from a horror movie. An old one. A slasher.” I claw through the air at him, but with my pink nail polish, I probably don’t look all thatthreatening.
“And if your father knew I was bringing you here, he’d probably fucking kill me,” Max rasps into my ear, wrapping his arm around my shoulders when we get to the top of the stairs. There’s something in the tone of his voice that’s making heat swirl, curl, ravel, tangle through me. I lick my lips and let out a deep breath as the two of us make our way to our room and getinside.
Alone. In a hotel room. With Maxwell. My heart kicks and produces a dust-storm, but it feels like a glitter bomb instead of dirt. There are two beds just like we’d asked for, and when my shoes are off I tip-toe over to the one farthest from the door and pull the bedspreadback.
“Picnic time, right?” I say, drawing my feet up under me and putting my hands on my knees. Max’s silhouette stays near the door and I bring my top lip between my teeth, tickling my lip with the tip of my tongue. Max slowly closes the door behind him and walks over to me, each step deliberate, measured, slow and sexy. He comes to a stop in the darkness in front of me where I’mkneeling.
This all seemed like a great idea, but now the danger doesn’t just feel like a shallow pool I’m dipping a toe into. It feels like a vast ocean and I could get sucked under the surface if I don’t keepkicking.
“Let me go get some dinner for us,” Maxsays.
“The guy at the desk said the diner would deliver,” I offertentatively.
“I think I need some air,” he replies. I expect him to turn around and leave again, but instead he reaches down with both hands and tucks my hair behind my ears. Electricity shoots through me and I sit up on my knees, my fingers trembling, and reach out to grab his tie. I grab his tie, and I give it the gentlest tug. A small moan slips from my wet, parted lips, and when he doesn’t break under my tug, I slide my fingers down the silky length and feel my panties pool as I let the end drop against hischest.
“Don’t be long,” Iwhisper.
I watch him leave, my heart divided between excitement and longing. Longing, the kind that you don’t know whether to embrace or push away because there’s too much at stake. And as soon as he’s out the door, I throw myself back onto the bed and hike my dress up, wiggling my hips to get it up faster. I can’t take this. I’ll do anything to make this ache go away. I exhale sharply as I slide my hand down my belly, finding a soaking wet mess when I get my fingers between mylegs.
“Oh god,” I moan, arching my back and circling tightly. Inside me the pressure winds up and winds up and the release hits me quick, seizing me and wracking though me, a bright kaleidoscope of black churning behind my tightly-sealed eyes. Panting and out of breath like I just ran a marathon, I lick my lips and come back around. The first one hit me hard and fast, but I still need more. I feel greedy, but I just can’t help it. With my other hand I reach down into my panties and split my lips apart to expose mybutton.
I flip over onto my belly and bite down on a pillow, my release being pulled from the back of my throat as I come again. What. The. Hell. I close my eyes and feel myself slide desperately into sleep, but reluctantly drag myself back to reality when I realize that I absolutely cannot fall asleep likethis.
Then I get up, make my way to the bathroom with jelly for bones, and turn on the hot water for ashower.
I’m still not satisfied. And I know only one thing will doit.
It’s already a Valentine’s Day full offirsts…
