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“I’m not fickle.” She clung to his waist, breathing harder with each slick of his tongue. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.”
“I like being stuck with you,” she said flirtatiously. “But I forgot to ask how your business deal went.”
“It was a great success. Soon I’ll be the proud owner of the Ocean Edge Resort and Golf Club. And you, my beautiful girlfriend, will have to help me celebrate.”
“Treat, that’s wonderful!” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I want to show you around today,” he said between kisses.
“How can we go anywhere with the crowds?”
He took her in another sensual kiss, and suddenly those crowds didn’t matter. His hands moved over her back, down her hips, and then snuck beneath her shirt, warming her bare skin.
“So it’ll take a little longer to get where we need to go?” He brushed his lips over her cheek and whispered in her ear, “We have nothing but time. It’s only ten thirty.”
“Ten thirty! Why didn’t you wake me up?” She buried her face in his chest. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“You were tired. Besides, what did I tell you last night about loving someone?”
“That part of loving someone means letting their body do whatever it needs to do.”
“And your body needed sleep.” He took her chin between his finger and thumb, his hungry gaze awakening her desires. “Especially since I kept you up so late.”
They’d both been insatiable last night, and as his heat consumed her, she wondered what it would be like to wake up beside him every morning and go to sleep in his arms every night, without breaks, without questions about whether they’d end up there. Vicky’s words came tumbling back to her—He’s your tiller—as his mouth moved to the nape of her neck.
Till me, baby. Till me good.
“Treat,” she said breathlessly. “You’rewhat my body needs.”
“HOW CAN I miss you this much after only a few hours’ sleep?” Treat practically growled.
He crushed his mouth to hers and Max pressed her whole body against him. Love and lust coalesced, and his deepest desires rushed forward. He struggled against the urge to lay her on the kitchen table and make love to her until she forgot her own name.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said between hungry kisses.
Max pushed her hands beneath his shirt, sending a bolt of anticipation to his groin. She stood on her tiptoes as he slanted his lips over hers and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hair falling like a curtain around their faces. She smelled like sunshine and madness at once. And he was mad all right, crazy in love with her. Their kisses were rough and messy. He wanted to bury her doubt, to love that burn out of her body.
He set her bottom on the table and wedged his hips between her legs. “What have you done to me?”
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, I want more of it.” Her words came out in a rush as she pushed at his shirt, trying to get it off.
He wished they were upstairs, on the couch, anywhere more respectful, but he was too far gone, and in the next breath his body took over.
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Chapter Twenty-One
AFTER PICKING UP her rental car and dropping it off at the bungalow, Max and Treat headed into town. They walked hand in hand through the shops she’d spotted yesterday. They picked out toys for Kaylie and Chaz’s twins at a cool kids’ store called Abiyoyo. Treat bought a scarf that he said set off Max’s eyes. When they were waiting in line for the cashier, he squeezed her hand and told her that when they were old and gray he’d still remember the day they’d bought it. Max found hope in the things he did and said so naturally, things that confirmed that she could trust her instincts where Treat was concerned.
They walked around the corner and had lunch at a little restaurant called the Juice, where they shared a bowl of New England clam chowder and a sandwich. Treat rooted himself in her heart more with each passing hour. The simple act of sharing meals together felt exciting and like they’d been doing it forever at the same time. Treat didn’t rush her through the meal, or make her feel hurried later, as they meandered with the crowds through an entire street of art galleries. He showed her pieces he loved and took interest in the ones she swooned over. He told her stories of the galleries he’d seen overseas and how he’d like to take her to see each and every one of them.
She wondered where he called home, and she knew his time in Colorado was only a reprieve. He had come to Colorado to see his family, and though he’d left to attend to business, where would he go once they were done here?
“If you’re not too tired,” he said as he tucked her against his side, “I’d love to go to Provincetown, grab some dinner, and maybe see a show? Or we could just go back to the bungalow and watch a movie and relax. Whatever you want.”
That sounded wonderful, but she was already so vested in them, it suddenly seemed important to know what would happen after this trip. “Treat?”
