Page 49 of BillionHeir
I think a trip home is definitely in the cards, as well as a stop in Wyoming to check out Jenna’s new place with Jackson. But what about after that? I can’t just wander about the world with no plans for the future, can I?
No. That is not the person I want to be. This money isn’t going to last my whole life. Plenty of people have blown through a small fortune by overspending. I need to plan appropriately. Ihave never been the type of person to go off half-cocked, and I am not about to start now.
“What are you thinking about?” Max asks, startling me from my daydream.
I hadn’t realized just how deep in my head I was until he spoke. I don’t want to scare him by confessing that I am thinking about the future. Let’s be honest, no man wants to hear that right after a good shag.
So I go with something a little easier.
“Visiting my mum.”
It is not the whole truth, but it is something in the future that I am looking forward to. As soon as I respond, I can feel his body tense underneath mine. His hands come to a rest on my stomach.
“When are you going?” he asks casually.
“I don’t know yet. I hadn’t gotten quite that far.”
“Take the jet,” he says nonchalantly, as though he is lending me a book or something.
I don’t really want to have that kind of transactional relationship with Maxwell. I can certainly afford a plane ticket now, and I would never want him to think that I am using him for his money. Paying me to be his nurse is one thing but giving me free handouts because we are sleeping together is another thing entirely.
Rather than starting what is sure to be an argument by turning down his offer, I stay quiet, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. I can’t think of a time when I have felt this relaxed with a man. There is something about Maxwell that puts me at ease. Maybe it is how well I have gotten to know him over these last few weeks, but despite the fact that the sexual tension has only grown between us, I find myself getting more and more comfortable with him.
So comfortable it is a little scary, if I am honest.
A moment later, his hands start to move again, and I feel the familiar strings of sleep start to pull me under.
* * *
I am awoken by a loud clap of thunder. The vibration rattles through the house as another nearby lightning strike brightens the sky outside, and the power suddenly blinks out. Disorientated, I start to sit up in the darkness when I feel Max move behind me, his hand finding my shoulder to soothe my anxiety from the storm. Our position has shifted to us lying on our sides with him spooning me from behind. I don’t know when we moved, but I am comfortable here with him, electricity or not.
As soon as I think about it, the refrigerator hums to life in the kitchen.
“Seabanks has automatic backup generators to cover the essentials when the power goes out,” Max explains without me having to ask.
“Are we going to be okay?” I ask nervously.
“This house has weathered storms much stronger than this,” he answers calmly. “If we were in any real danger, we would have left the house long ago. I think this should be the worst of it.”
My eyes go to the picture window which is being pelted by the heavy wind and rain. Even enshrouded in the dark, I can see the angry waves beating relentlessly against the shore. Lightning flashes again, and the boom of thunder follows immediately, making me jump in fright.
I shudder as I think about being here for a storm worse than this one. If I wasn’t wrapped in Maxwell’s arms right now, I would probably be shaking in fear.
I wiggle back, pushing myself further into his arms that instantly tighten around me protectively.
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says huskily into my ear.
He loosens his hold on me as I turn my face toward his voice. Our eyes meet in the dark before he leans down and captures my lips with his.
My fear is replaced with red hot lust. Max’s hand finds my still naked breast, and I gasp as he squeezes my nipple between his fingers. The pinch of pain surprises and excites me. He wasgentle before, but now I am wondering what other tricks he might have up his sleeve. A groan of pleasure escapes my lips, which seems to encourage him even more.
“Damn, woman, you are so fucking hot,” he says before pinching my nipple again, this time a little harder. I swear I can feel it all the way in my core.
I gasp for air as my hands glide over his skin and down his back. I latch onto his hip and pull him toward me.
“I want you,” I say between kisses.
“Fuck, baby. I want you, too,” he says against my mouth. “But I only brought one condom. I didn’t want you to think I was a total sex addict with a pocket full of rubbers.”
