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The servers expertly balance our warm plates, their hands steady as they set them on the table. The aroma wafts around us.
Rainey digs into her steak salad, turning her body slightly to face me, waiting with a smirk on her pretty face.
“Trust? Of course I do. Maybe after some driving classes, we can reevaluate it,” I tease.
“It’s okay. I get it. I drive like shit.” She doesn’t take offense. Maybe it was because of the flashback I had years ago with her. “I like the passenger-princess perks so much better.”
“Ahh, the bonus one, right?”
She nods, her smile illuminating the area around us. “Yeah, maybe after this.”
“Ma’am, check, please. Pronto,” I joke.
Rainey leans her head on my shoulder. Fuck, does that warm my scarred heart. She’s the only person I would do anything for. I’ve had many dreams throughout the years, but this one is the one I wished for.
Her—always Rainey.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
RAINEY
This is one of the most amazing nights I’ve had in so long. Spending every second with Max only increases my craving for him. My obsession is Max. I wonder if he feels the same.
A part of me feels Max shares the same feelings as I do, but then there’s the other part that screams it’s temporary. I do want to become a psychologist and I’ve always wanted to help children, but I hate but love that he can see through me.
The café is a part of my mom, but also a part of me because I built it on my own with love. I named it Sunshine Café because of Max’s nickname for me and because he’s always loved my baking. As much as I didn’t want to admit, it was a fitting name because of him. I’m speechless that he wants to pay for my schooling and be part of the café, that he wants to take care of me. Although, there’s a bigbutin it because I can’t depend on Max and we are not in a relationship. He may not stick around long. And that hurts so much.
Right now, I’m going to ride these waves with Max and see where they take us.
“You smell so good.” His nose skims my neck.
The second we get in the car, he kisses me so passionately that I’m breathless and my body is on fire. Hot lava seeping into my bones.
“This dress looks so good on you.”
I wore it for him. Then, I second-guessed myself, worried he would be upset it’s too short, but Max is as turned on as I am. Resisting sex with him is growing difficult. His hands have been on me the whole night. I love how touchy he is.
“Sexy. Always so damn sexy.”
He starts the car, and my mind has been on the blowjob. I had one glass of wine, enough to give me the liquid courage to loosen my seatbelt and unbutton his pants.
“Tesoro,” he groans, gripping the steering wheel.
I moisten my lips and bob my head. He’s so thick and warm and tastes so much of the man I desire. My skirt rides all the way up, revealing the lacey underwear I wore for him. He slaps my butt, and that does things to me. The pulsing underneath the flattening of my tongue has Max cursing.
The car comes to a stop; I lift my head. “Don’t stop. I’m parking somewhere secluded.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt, knowing he’s close, so damned close I can taste him dripping. Max’s thick fingers tangle in my hair, pushing deeper until it hits the back of my throat.
“Rain.” His husky voice strains.
Through my eyelashes, I look at him. “Then come in my mouth.”
“Damn.”
He comes with a shuddering moan. It’s freeing. I’m the one who has this effect on him. Max wipes my lips with his thumb. The way he’s looking at me is different, something other than lust. Max tucks himself back in and moves the steering wheel up. “Come here.”
Leaning forward awkwardly, my back curved over the shift gear, I gingerly perch on his lap. My dress inches upward, exposing more skin to the cool air of the car. With gentle fingers, he tucks loose strands of my hair behind each ear. His touch lingers softly as he swipes his thumb across my cheeks, creating a warm, tingling sensation.
