Page 50 of Make Me Whole

“Why?”

He hummed and leaned forward until our foreheads met. “Because being around you when I can’t touch you whenever I feel like it is turning into torture, Sky. I miss you when I’m home at night, but missing you when we’re so close physically hurts.”

Not gonna lie, I melted at his words. And not just a little. I melted like ice cream on a hot summer day and women’s panties in steamy novels.

“I was having a crappy morning until now. Now it’s perfect.”

I leaned forward and kissed him. Wasting no time, Max cradled the back of my head and deepened the kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, massaging and tasting me with urgency and desire. My own hands found their way under his shirt, to the bare skin of his toned back and shoulders.

I loved the feel of his skin against mine. Apparently, he felt the same and seconds later, his hand snaked underneath my sweater, top, and bra. I panted against his lips as his fingers teased my nipple. Desire pooled between my legs, making me curse these damn jeans. Skirts were so much more practical for making out.

Needing to feel more of him, I brought my free hand to his crotch and curled my fingers around his denim covered erection. Giving this forbidden man a hand job inside a car, in broad daylight, gave me a teenage thrill that had me moaning as hard as he did.

A car driving by stopped our kiss, but neither had enough willpower to pull away. So, we pressed our foreheads together and waited for our breaths to slow. Then Max pulled his hand from inside my shirt and I reluctantly pulled my hand away from his crotch.

I looked into his green eyes. “Is this enough to carry you through a day of babysitting with my dad?”

He groaned. “Not even close, but it’ll have to do.”

I laughed, and he gave me a peck on the lips.

“I brought some Halloween decorations to keep the kids entertained today,” Max explained as he leaned back to get something from the back seat.

Through the space he vacated, I saw Molly standing at her front porch, wrapped in a fluffy pink robe, holding a newspaper and staring straight at me. My already upset stomach sank to my feet when our eyes met. She gave me an apologetic smile and a small wave before turning around and going back inside her house.

Frantic thoughts reeled in my head, wondering what Molly had seen and how she’d react. Having my fate–and worse, Max’s fate—in the hands of a stranger concerned me. I had no idea how to approach the subject when I went to her home later today, but since she had met and hit it off with my dad and was coming over for BBQ tomorrow, I had to do something to ensure she wouldn’t say anything to him.

Seriously, not my day!

“Here, hold this,” Max said, breaking my convoluted thoughts with a couple of reusable bags. I considered telling him about Molly, but having one of us freaking out was enough. I smiled at him and took the bags as he continued, “I’ll take one of the bins from the trunk and it should be enough to fool the kids.”

“Solid plan,” I agreed as cheerfully as I could.

He winked, and we exited the car to collect the bin before we walked back to the house. We left the stuff by the front door and followed the kids’ excited chatter to the kitchen.

I was proud of them when I saw that only two cookies were missing from the plate. They hadn’t exactly followed my instructions to wait for us, but they were kids left alone with cookies. Stealing one each was as good as could be expected.

Max and I joined them at the table, said grace, and dug in.

Ella’s brows tugged together when all I added to my plate was a single pancake with honey—the only thing that looked even remotely appetizing. “Is that all you’re eating, Momma?”

“Yeah, peanut. My stomach is a little upset this morning.”

Even though I tried to sound casual, Aiden and Max’s eyes widened with concern. I often thought that Aiden looked nothing like Max, but some of their expressions were identical.

“You’re not getting sick, are you, Aunther Sky?”

“I don’t think so,” I assured him. “It’s just a little nausea.”

Max frowned and reached under the table to squeeze my knee. “Do you want me to take you to the doctor?”

I shook my head at his adorable worry. “No, it’s not serious.”

“It was probably all the ice cream we had last night,” Ella said with bacon practically spilling from her mouth.

I chuckled. “Probably. It wasa lotof ice cream. And swallow before you speak, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes but followed my command before turning to Aiden with a smug smile. “We ate a whole pint. It was glorious. I wish you’d been here.”

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