“I went on it a week ago. It’s too soon, Max! What if—”
“Shh, it’ll be okay.” He kissed my mouth again, then shifted and pulled me to lie down on his chest. “If it happens, we’ll deal.”
Okay, I wasn’t going to panic. I wasn’t. Several breaths later, I managed to calm down. A little.
“You good now?”
At his teasing tone, I sighed and nodded. “Don’t you know, dancing girl, I’m with you until I take my last breath?”
At the tenderness in his gaze, the love, my heart expanded. I settled. Yes, Max would be. But I was selfish enough to want this wonderful guy to myself for a while longer.
I played with his nipple ring. “So how did it go this morning with your father?”
“Unexpectedly well. I start tomorrow. I’m going to complete my studies part-time.”
Surprised, I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him. The part of me that worried he wanted to hurt his father by rejecting who he was, eased. I was glad he’d finally made peace with this part of his life. Maybe because I had loving parents, I wanted that for him, too.
“He must have been surprised when you turned up?”
“Yeah…” Then Max told me the sad truth about his parents, and I felt his hurt as if it were my own. “Logan—”
“About that,” I said, wanting to take his mind off his pain. “Why do you still call me Logan? I think, maybe, you have a secret fetish, hoping I’m a guy or something—eeek!”
He flipped me onto my back, trapping me with that hard, sexy body of his. His gaze turned hooded, seductive. “I guess I’ll just have to take a look then.”
Laughing, I tried to yank him back up with my good hand, but he trapped it against my stomach. Sliding down my belly and between my thighs, he spread me open. Heat scorched my face.
Oh, God! I covered my face with my other arm.
“Nope. Not a guy, I can safely report. This is the sweetest little clit ever.” He kissed methereand after we’d just made love. Then he pulled my arm away from my face, and said, “The first time I saw you, I tripped over my feet trying to get to you.”
“Right.” I rolled my eyes “I remember the first time clearly.”
His scarred eyebrow lifted, giving him a menacing air. “Yeah?”
“You were stark naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off you—”
“Ah!” He tickled my ribs. “Knew you took a peek at my dick.”
Squealing with laughter, I grabbed his hands. “What else could I do when it was practically waving at me,” I gasped.
He grinned. “What can I say? It was happy to see you.” He pressed his lips to my belly button. His expression shifted, turned serious. “That actually wasn’t the first time I saw you, only I didn’t know it was you then. You were at the laundromat, and I was on the opposite side of the street, mad at the world. The pain in me was so intense. But there you were, doing a little hippy dance. You know like the one those belly dancers do? You exuded a warmth that drew me. So, yeah, my heart and feet made the decision before my brain connected. I crossed the road to you and then tripped.”
That’s why he calls medancing girl.
Love flowed through me like a warm wave. “So, you literally fell for me?”
“It was the luckiest damn fall of my life.” He nuzzled my belly, pulling more laughter out of me before he crawled up my body.
“Why did you not come into the laundromat?” I asked him.
“I was so messed up, I didn’t want to drag you into my life. But it seems fate had other ideas and we met again. So…”
“You came after me,” I teased.
“Yes.” He put his mouth on mine in a tender kiss. “I wasn’t letting you go. In a world of lies, Logan, you were my only truth. I found you. You saved me.”
“No, Max,” I whispered, running my fingers through the short strands of his newly cut hair, my heart expanding with love. “We saved each other.”
