Page 45 of A Love So Sweet
“Uh-oh. What’s that look?”
“I’m just curious. Where do you live?”
“You mean, like, where do I keep all my belongings?”
“Yes. Where do you call home?”
“It doesn’t matter, because the moment you tell me it’s okay, my home will be wherever you are.” He kissed her, and the sheer delight of it brought her to her toes, and he kissed her longer.
When they finally pulled apart, “Wow,” slipped from her lips. “I love to kiss you.”
He put his hands on her waist, and she could see in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing she was—that he wanted to lift her so she could wrap her legs around him and they could kiss each other senseless.
Oh, wait. Maybe he isn’t thinking that.
Why was he covering his mouth and looking away?
“Did I say something wrong?” Max asked tentatively.
He shook his head. “You just had my mind racing in ways that it shouldn’t be.” He looked down, and the problem was evident by the tent in his pants.
She tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh.
“You’re laughing at this? This is not good, Max. I’m not a twentysomething kid. I’m a grown man. I should be able to kiss you without the world knowing that I can barely think past wanting to”—he lowered his voice to a whisper—“be inside of you.”
Max grabbed her side and bent over in a fit of laughter.
“Oh, you think it’s funny, do you?” He took her hand and walked behind two enormous hydrangea bushes, then kissed her until her legs turned to spaghetti and her laughter was replaced with wanton moans. They sank to the ground, where he deepened the kiss, his body crushing hers in all the right places. His hot mouth moved over her chin, her neck, and down the open V of her shirt.
“Treat,” she pleaded.
She clutched his head, bringing his mouth back to hers. Every molecule in her body ached for him.
“Max,” he whispered.
Her brain refused to work. She lay beside him panting, wanting,cravingmore of him as he slicked his tongue along the dip above her collarbone. Then he moved off her.What’re you doing? Where are you going?She tried to blink through her lust-filled fog as he rose to his feet beside where she lay on the grass, and a cocky grin appeared on his face.
“Get over here,” she managed, smacking the grass beside her.
Treat crossed his arms. “Two can play at this game.”
Max groaned. “You are so unfair!”
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet so hard she collided with him. And then he kissed her again, probing her mouth with such delicate care that it made her want him even more. She moaned before she could quell the urge, and that was all he needed to pull away with a victorious smile.
“Provincetown?” he asked.
PROVINCETOWN WAS AN artsy community along a beautiful coastline, with eclectic shops and a multitude of street performers. They caught a comedy show, and Max doubled over with laughter in her chair, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Watching her laugh had become one of Treat’s biggest delights, and he swore he’d do everything he could to keep her just as happy as she was right then.
After the show, they made their way out of the club, into the cool evening air, and wandered down Commercial Street, the main road through Provincetown.
“Treat!”
Treat saw his old friend Marcus heading their way. He was dressed in drag, complete with a wig, high heels, and heavy makeup.
“Hey, buddy. How’s the hottest guy around?” Marcus asked, and kissed Treat on each cheek.
“Marcus, how are you?”
