Page 11 of A Love So Sweet
“My brother had extra tickets. I came with Savannah.”
She looked around the room. “Savannah’s here?”
“She’s mingling.” He stepped closer, enjoying the hitch in her breathing, the darkening of her eyes. Wearing that delectable dress and with the way she was visually devouring him, she was begging to be touched. Several weeks was a long time to think about a woman. An even longer time to refuse himself anyone else. “I don’t want to talk about who I came with or why I’m here. I’d much rather talk about us.”
She inhaled another uneven breath, revealing a hint of the woman he’d known. She quickly wiped away that image by boldly running her finger down his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Man, she was killing him. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her right then and there until all that nonsense from Nassau was forgotten.
She tugged his tie playfully, and Treat swore it had a direct line south.
She looked up, her eyes suddenly innocent again, making him want to take her in his arms to protect her and love her at once.
TREAT BRADEN HAD the conflicting effects of a tornado on Max by first knocking the strength from her knees, then gathering her into the center of the storm and buffering her from everything else. That’s how he’d made her feel that night in Nassau. After sweeping her off her feet, he made her his sole focus, and she felt safe and special, like she could let her guard down. She couldn’t afford to be knocked off-balance by him again with so much riding on her shoulders. She straightened her spine, forcing herself back into the sexy-girl persona she’d momentarily slipped out of. She’d liked the way she’d felt seconds earlier, so different from her normal self—from the seductive glances to the words that expertly slipped off her tongue. The minute their eyes had connected, she’d known it was now or never, and she still couldn’t believe she was pulling off all the things Kaylie had suggested.And they were working!He was putty in her hands. The problem was, she would be putty in his the minute the tables turned. But when she was in that powerful position, she could almost pretend they didn’t have anything to overcome, that Ryan hadn’t ruined her for all men and her painful past didn’t exist.
She’d planned on finding a stranger to distract her from thoughts of Treat, but now that he was right there before her, she knew a stranger wasn’t the answer.
There was no forgetting Treat Braden.
In this new, daring headspace she possessed, she didn’t want to hold back. Treat took her drink and set it, along with his, on a table, and without a word, he placed his hand on her lower back and led her to the dance floor. In the next breath she was in his arms, desire washing over her as she sank into his broad, hard frame. The scent of musk and spice with undertones of virility embraced her. He was more refined than any man she’d ever met, the perfect blend of sensitivity and strength. He put all other men to shame. How could he have thought she’d leave his arms and race into the bed of another man?
“You wouldn’t listen before,” he said into her ear, “but you need to hear me now. I was wrong to look at you the way I did in Nassau.”
Max held her breath. She’d spent the last several weeks as consumed with Treat as she was with the way he’d looked at her that night.
“After spending that incredible evening together, I wanted to be the guy you were with. I wanted to be yours and for you to be mine. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t slept together, or that we’d known each other only by phone for months before finally landing in each other’s arms.”
He gazed into her eyes, and the honesty and emotions she saw made her heart tumble.
“Max, when I saw you with Justin that next morning, wearing the same clothes you’d had on when we were together the night before, I assumed you’d spent the night with him, and I realized I’d lost my chance. You saw an ugly, jealous, petty side of me that I haven’t felt since college, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Since college?” slipped out before she could stop it.
His jaw clenched and his hand slid up her back, keeping her close. “It’s embarrassing to admit, but when I was in college, my brother Dane came to visit and he slept with my girlfriend.”
How was it possible for them to have so much in common that they were both hurt at the same time in their lives? “Oh my gosh, Treat. That’s awful.”
“It was not fun,” he said, half laughing, half scoffing, but the truth shone in his soulful eyes. “It took a long time for Dane and me to move past that. But, Max, I wasn’t your boyfriend. I had no claim on you, no right to look at you or judge you.”
“Exactly,” she said too sharply.
“I let my pain guide me, and I never should have. I’ve regretted it since the very second I saw the hurt in your eyes. I didn’t know what to do with the magnitude of emotions I was feeling. There’s no excuse for what I did, and if you’ll let me, I’d like to try to make it up to you.”
“I should have accepted your apology earlier today. I’m sorry I was too overwhelmed to think straight.” Her heart ached for both of them. “I had a horrible experience in college, too. A boyfriend I trusted and thought I loved changed radically and really hurt me. When you gave me that look, it brought all that fear rushing back. If you had done that to any other woman, she probably would have chased you and explained, but I was too scared to put myself in that position again.”
“Max, I…” He held her tighter, crushing her to him, and when he drew back again, his eyes were as fierce as they were loving. “I will never,everput you in that position again.”
“Thank you, but you also need to know that I didn’t sleep with Justin.”
His brows knitted. “Max, I might have acted like an idiot, but you don’t have to try to make me feel better. We’re both adults. We both have pasts.”
If he only knew the truth. “I’m afraid my sexual past isn’t very exciting. The truth is, just as it was for you in Nassau that morning, my heart was controlling everything in me. And my heart wanted you. After we said good night I went up to my room alone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I went down to the beach to look for you. When I didn’t find you there, I checked the bar, the restaurant,everywhere…I finally gave up looking, and I went back out to where we’d sat by the water, and it was there that I met Justin, and we talked.”
As she gazed into his eyes, feeling the vibrations of the music, vaguely aware of couples dancing around them, she thought about how she’d wished it was Treat she’d been talking with that night by the water. “We talked about you and the way you’d turned my heart inside out. I never told him who I was talking about, but he was a good listener. He was kind, and he had just come off a bad relationship. He said we gave him hope that he could find someone special one day, too. I didn’t sleep with him, Treat. The kiss you saw him give me by the elevator was on my cheek, and it was a thank-you kiss. He was afiller. He filled the gap you had created.”
“I probably shouldn’t feel the amount of relief I do over that.” He touched his forehead to hers and said, “I’ve been thinking about you for so long. I’ve tried to put you out of my mind, but I can’t, Max. And I no longer want to try.”
His gaze moved over the crowded room, and then his smoldering eyes landed on her again, and her heart went a little crazy.
