Page 73 of BillionHeir
I look over to see Colin talking with Liam. Since he showed up, I have hardly been able to get a word in edgewise. I am sure he wouldn’t mind cutting our night short.
Maxwell squeezes my hand, bringing my focus back to him.
I could probably come up with a reason not to go with him tonight, but I don’t want to make excuses.
What I want is him.
“Okay,” I answer, squeezing his hand back, my eyes firmly connected with his.
“Really?” he says, his voice sounding equal parts dubious and relieved.
I feel a gentle tug and before I know what is going on, I am wrapped in his arms. I feel his lips on my head as he sighs with relief.
“We are calling it a night, boys,” he says over my shoulder.
One of his arms rises just above my head and then he is leading me to another all-black SUV with his arm still wrapped tightly around my shoulders. He opens the door before the driver can get out to do it for us, then offers me his hand to climb into the vehicle, following quickly after me. As I reach for my seatbelt, the door closes and the driver pulls out into the night.
“Worried I was going to change my mind?” I ask with one eyebrow raised.
“Can’t be too careful,” Maxwell says, winking smoothly as he closes the distance between us, choosing to sit directly next to me in the middle seat. He snaps his seatbelt in and then entwines our fingers the same way he has done several times tonight.
Who is this man and what did he do with the asshole back in Maine?
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“This place is huge,” I marvel as I try to wrap my head around the grandiosity of this penthouse that feels more like a large upscale apartment.
It is mostly dark outside, making the massive windows at the other side of the room stand out. I cross to them and look out into the night. The view is much different from the Boston view, but no less beautiful. Things are so different here in England, and yet, somehow I love both places equally.
Maxwell comes up behind me, his hands finding my waist at the same time as his mouth finds the soft skin just beneath my ear. His kisses send goosebumps all the way down to my toes.
“Is it too much?” he asks as I spin in his arms, far preferring a view of him to the twinkling city lights.
It takes me a second to understand what he is talking about, but then finally I remember my comment about the room.
“Maybe a little. But then you wouldn’t be you.”
If there is anything I know about Maxwell Banks, it is that he is used to this level of wealth and sophistication. I have never been the kind of girl who was treated to this type of luxury. I don’t know if I will ever adjust to it, but I have got to admit, it is rather nice.
“Why do I get the feeling that wasn’t a compliment?” he asks with amusement in his voice as he answers against my lips before finally kissing me.
My thoughts about the extravagant room, my mother’s complex medical issues, and the things that had me running from him all drift away. I allow myself to truly let go. His handsfind my hips to pull me closer as I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
“Mmm,” I moan against his lips, loving the way he makes me feel when we are wrapped up with each other.
Maxwell pulls away with a groan. His eyes find mine and search them, for what I don’t know.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I cock my head to the side as I try to figure out what he is asking. “Yes,” I answer tentatively.
“Why were you going to the hospital? Are you sick?”
I shake my head no as I realize what this is all about. “I am healthy. It is my mum. Her cancer is back.”
He escorts me over to a large, overstuffed sofa, keeping his hands on me as we sit together.
“Tell me everything,” he says, bringing his thumb up to wipe away a tear that escapes.
