Page 65 of Risk It All
“Your parents might wonder. I don't think I made a good impression.”
“They're alright.” I rest my head on his shoulder, pressing my hand to his chest to feel the steady beat of his heart. “They trust my judgment and want me to be happy. If it were Emma, it would be different.”
“She's the only one who seemed to be on my side.” Max's fingers comb through my hair.
“I think she's half in love with you.”
“Really?”
I look at him and frown as it appears that he's intrigued by the idea. I grab his chest hairs and pull.
“Hey!”
“You're a strong, virile man, Delecoeur, but not even you can handle more than one Hainsworth woman at a time.”
He kisses my nose. “You're the only one I want to handle.”
“Do you think you're up to it?”
“You tell me.” Max rolls me under him, insinuates his hips between my thighs, and slides inside me.
I let out a long, satisfied sigh and wrap my arms around him. “I was wrong about so much, especially hurting you.” For a woman who makes a living with words, I can't seem to find the right ones to let him just how sorry I am for hurting him.
“You're here now.”
“I meant what I said about moving to Los Angeles.”
“And I meant what I said about moving to New York.” He kisses my cheek, running his lips along my jaw.
“It will be easier for me to go to Los Angeles. Plus, I'm thinking of writing a book, and the idea of doing it while sitting by a pool with palm trees is intriguing.”
“I have a pool, but no palm trees.”
“Well, just a pool then.” I stop. Does that mean we'll live together? The idea of it should terrify me, but instead it comforts. I'll be able to go to sleep and wake up by his side, and come home to him after I travel. Still, there are a few things we need to settle.
I take a deep breath, hoping I'm not about ruin everything. “I need to go back to Mexico. I left before finishing all my interviews and research.”
“The locals not cooperative?”
“My heart wasn't in it.” I pause, wanting to make sure I have his attention. “Because it was with you.”
He smiles at me as if I've given him a gift.
“Maybe you could come with me.”
His smile widens more. “If I can arrange it, I'd like to go with you. I enjoy seeing the world through your eyes.”
I run my fingers through his hair, thrilled that I can. “I like seeing it through yours too. When I was in Mexico, I kept wondering what your impressions would be and what you'd say.”
“I know you said you want to write a book, but I hope it's not to appease me. I don't want to be the reason you stop traveling.”
“I've found a new passion. Face it, Delecoeur, you're my new adventure.”
He grins. “I like the sound of that.”
“There's one more thing.”
“Uh-oh.”
