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“Need help?” His lips brush my earlobe. A shiver runs like fireworks through me. He takes the bags from my hold before I get a chance to respond.
“Sexy,” my mom mouths.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
He steps in when I unlock the door. The whiff of his fresh soap scent sends an arousal to my lady parts. To think of him lavishing his body with a bar of soap. He sets the bags on the wooden chair next to the entrance. One bag falls, revealing my lingerie. He eyes them, licking his lips.
When did I start blushing uncontrollably all the time? My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I watch him bend down and pick up various pairs of panties and a lace baby doll set. “Oh, I got it.”
He ignores my protest and puts them in the bag. His lips twist into a sexy smile. His gaze lingers on my lips, making me hot as hell.
A snap of a hand clapping wakes us from our eye fucking. “Max, are you ready for dinner? I’m thinking of steak and potatoes. You seem like a steak-and-potatoes type of guy,” my mom gushes, her gaze volleying from mine to Max’s.
“Yes, ma’am. I just need to change.”
“Oh, don’t call me ma’am. How about just Jenna?” My mom smiles at Max.
Max nods. “Ok…Jenna. Steak and potatoes sound good. I’ll be back, ladies.” The door slams shut, and my mom keeps grinning like a fool.
“I’ll be right back,” I breathe out, running toward the door.
“Take your time,” she calls out.
“Max!” I shout, catching his attention.
He turns around, and a smile forms on his face. Before he can speak, I leap toward him, and he catches me effortlessly. I kiss him passionately, as though it might be our last embrace. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he mirrors my intensity, consuming me with his kiss. He lets out a groan into my mouth.
“Rainey,” he voices, a delicious rumble on my lips. “We better stop before I take you to my place and fuck your brains out. I don’t think your mom would like to see you freshly fucked. Cheeks pink.” That would not be good, but… “Sunshine,” he groans as if he could read my mind. “What was this kiss for?”
“A thank you for accepting my mother’s invitation. I know it’s not your type of scene, Max, and it probably feels too intimate. Iknow we’re not a couple or anything like that, and having dinner with my mom might freak you out.”
His strong hands hold my ass. “You’re right. It’s not my thing, but I’ll do it for you. I seem to want to do things for you … to make you happy.” He shrugs. “I find myself willing to do anything for you. It’s not a sentiment I would readily share with anyone besides you.”
My heart fills like a balloon, not with air, but…. something else. Love.
“You can thank me with your pile of panties later. How about you try them on me for later tonight?”
“Yes,” I breathe out like a crazed sex addict.
He laughs, only igniting heat between my legs. “Well, I’ll shower and pick you ladies up. I can drive your car.”
“No, I want to be in your car.”
His head tilts to the side. “You want to drive in my car wrapped with duct tape because some crazy driver ran into it?”
I pout like a child, earning a soft kiss. “I’m joking. We can go in mine if your mom’s okay with it.”
“It’s fine, Max. We love classic cars.”
Walking back to the house, Max runs to his house to shower. Mom waits with a glass of wine. “Did I just witness my daughter in love?”
In love. Yeah, I’m in love with him, and it scares the shit out of me because I knew better not to fall for him. I will end up hurt. He will walk out of my lifeagainin a couple of weeks.
CHAPTER TWELVE
MAX
My arms tense as I launch a series of rapid jabs at my opponent’s chest. Each blow met with satisfying resistance. Undeterred, he steps in closer and throws a powerful right hook toward my jaw. I dodge to the side, my heart racing as I continue to trade blows in our intense boxing match.
