Page 65 of Maximum Dare
“Don’t you want me to instead? I’m more qualified to deal with ghosts.”
“No,” he said incredulously. “That’s not how this works.”
It made me smile.
“Stay here.” He disappeared inside the dark room.
This was the stuff horror films were made of…the couple splitting up, one left alone while the other goes off bravely exploring the mystery. Each one had a fifty-fifty chance of dying first.
“Max,” I called out.
Silence.
“Max, are you okay?”
A shuffling sound reached my ears.
I hurried after him through the door and slammed right into a firm chest, knocking the air out of my lungs. Max’s strong arms reached around my waist and lifted me off the floor. He pressed me against the wall and leaned his body against mine. I inhaled sharply and wrapped my legs around his middle, hooking my fingers behind his neck.
His lips lingered dangerously close to mine. “I want you off the floor,” he said huskily.
“Why?”
“It was a ghost,” he said. “But it’s gone.”
“You saw it?” I was panting.
“It floated off.”
I studied him. “It was a rat, wasn’t it?”
He relented with a look that saidyes.
“How big?”
“The size of a double-decker bus.”
I squealed and buried my face in his neck, cringing. Immediately, my senses were stimulated by the familiar scent of the sexy Alpha male who’d protected me. Being this close to Max Marquis made my head spin.
“Are you okay?” he said.
I nodded.
“You shouldn’t be here. Not alone, anyway.”
“I’m not alone.”
“I can’t stay, Daisy.”
“I know.”
“And I can’t kiss you. You understand why, right?”
I understood nothing at the moment because he’d pushed his pelvis against me. I felt his erection nudging between my thighs and there was no moving away. I felt suspended in bliss, lulled by the erotic sensations coursing through my body, thrumming my clit.
Max’s eyes fell to my lips.
I could feel him growing harder.
