Page 141 of Defensive Zone

He slanted his head, his grip tightening on her jaw, and she poured everything she had into her kiss. She didn’t want him to doubt her for a second. She was determined to shove aside every outside force that told her this was a mistake because in her heart she knew this was the best thing that could ever happen to her.

Max was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

She grinned against his mouth, still unbelieving that they were finally at this moment.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

“Nothing. I’m just insanely happy.”

“Told you we were good for each other. It’s about time you listened,” he said before he dove back in for another kiss.

She groaned against his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.

When he finally broke the kiss, they were gasping, and she was in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

When had that happened? She lost all sense of time and space when he was kissing her and she couldn’t even be upset about it.

“So, you’re telling me that we have the house to ourselves?” he asked, his green eyes bright with a need that matched hers.

She chuckled. “Yes.”

“How long?”

“I have no idea. Maybe an hour or two.”

“Damn. Not enough time to christen every surface,” he said, tapping his finger to his beard in contemplation.

“Max,” she drew out.

He looked down at her. “Fine. But one day, I’m going to feast on you at the kitchen table. Maybe the island. Pull up a stool and devour you.”

She squirmed under his watchful gaze. “Should I text them to say stay away for six hours?”

“That’s not enough time. We’ll have to chip away at each room when everyone else is in bed,” he said.

“How about we finish what we started in the laundry room? I need to put a load into the dryer, anyway.”

“Are you telling me you need the rocking of the dryer to get off?”

“Please. You know that all I need is you,” she said.

“Damn right. To the laundry room, we go,” he shouted with glee.

She couldn’t stop laughing as he headed down the hall with her still in his arms.

“It really is the perfect height, and when we’re done, we’ll go upstairs so we can go nice and slow without anyone catching us.”

“We have to lock the door this time,” she said, remembering the time she had to duck behind Max’s back when Connor had walked into Max’s room. It seemed like so long ago.

She lowered her feet to the floor, making sure to brush up against his cock on the way down and relishing in his groan.

“You are going to be the death of me, Gabi, and I’m going to love every second of it. Almost as much as I love you,” he said.

And then he stripped her down and consumed her. Being in his arms was the definition of bliss, and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

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