He leaned forward, his fingertips pressing hotly into my waist, and pressed kisses into my neck. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, nothing between us. Not a damn thing.
My legs began to shake as I moved up and down against his cock, a shiver tearing through me. My core was boiling, my body craving the orgasm that was on the cusp of rocking my world.
He groaned into my ear, a low, raw, sexy-as-hell sound that went straight to the apex of my thighs. I rocked hard against his length and watched as a million colors at once burst through my vision, nothing short of a fireworks display breaking across my eyes.
The orgasm tore through me, knocking every sensory organ from my head to my toes off kilter. I tossed my head back and moaned his name, the only name I’d ever call out again.
Max pressed my body down roughly onto him and I could feel him pulse inside me. He groaned as he found his release, the Adam’s apple in his neck bobbing. I watched him react to me, to him taking pleasure from my body, and it was almost orgasmic in itself.
I pressed a kiss against his throat. His eyes flashed open and he grabbed my face, looking directly into my eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
MAX
Could this day get any longer?
I sat in traffic on the Loop the next day. A meeting went later than expected and then I had to deal with a few mistakes in Chandler. By the time I started home, rush hour hit and I spent the last hour literally inching along.
I turned the music up, turned it down, surfed the net, and tried to zone out, but my mind kept coming back to Kari. I hadn’t had time to call my mom, so I picked up the phone and dialed her number as I sat on the freeway.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mama,” I said, turning the air conditioner down.
“How are you? I haven’t talked to you all week.”
“I know. I’ve been really busy at work.”
I heard her huff a breath, trying to intimidate me in her motherly way. “What does a woman have to do to get her son to wanna have lunch with her on a day besides Sunday?”
I chuckled. “Well, it’s your lucky day. I need a favor and it might take us two lunches to get it worked out.”
“Interesting. What do you need?”
“Kari wants to get married quickly and I’m all for it. She suggested going to the courthouse—”
“Maxwell Quinn! Don’t you even think about it! I don’t ask for much but you need to be married in the house of God—”
“Mama, calm down,” I laughed. “Kari agreed to get married in your church if it’s available.”
I heard her gasp. “She’s gonna let me help plan it? Oh, Max. Bless her heart.”
“I don’t know what all she’s gonna let you do,” I said, tryin’ to not let her get too carried away. “I’m not sayin’ anything like that. But, ya know, she doesn’t have a lot of experience with this stuff.”
“Don’t you worry. I’ll call Pastor Matthews this evening and see what we need to do. If Kari needs anything, have her call me. I’m more than happy to help and I’ll try not to be overbearin’. But I know a good florist—”
“Mama!” I laughed. “One thing at a time, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll call ya this evenin’.”
I heard her start to hang up. “Mama?”
“Yes, son.”
