So this is contentment.
49
Lennix
I’ve had sex, but it’s been years since I woke with a man in my bed.
Much less a wolf.
A wall of muscle warms my back and hard arms hold me tightly, possessively and with the utmost care. I trace the bulge of Maxim’s bicep, the golden skin and fine hairs dusting his forearms. When I find the tiny scar that introduced us, I smile. That seventeen-year-old-girl who gaped at this gorgeous man through clouds of tear gas and a rain of rubber bullets had no idea she would end up here with him. Naked between love-mussed sheets.
“You up?” Maxim asks, leaving tender kisses on my back, neck and shoulders, his hand roaming my stomach and sliding between my breasts. His cock digs into the curve of my butt.
“I see you are up.” I laugh.
His chuckle rumbles through my bones like a car, revved, idling. “Don’t mind him,” Maxim says. “He has a one-track mind.”
I turn over in the decadence of million-thread-count silk sheets, in the biggest bed I’ve ever slept in. Maxim doesn’t do anything on a small scale, and the plane last night and this hotel are no exception.
“Which track is that?” I smile into eyes that mirror my own satisfaction.
“The you track.” His smile dims a little, but the contentment doesn’t. “Pretty much just you, Nix.”
“The me track has to get out of this bed if I plan to make my meeting. I’m in Ohio to work for your brother, buddy. Sorry we don’t get more time together.”
“I have an idea.” He dips his head and nibbles my ear, sending a ripple of lust I don’t have time for through my body. “You could skip the service trip to Costa Rica, and come with me to Paris for this climate change summit instead.”
“You do realize you just suggested I renege on my commitment to building schools in an impoverished village to run off to Paris with you?”
“And that’s bad?” he asks with a straight face and sly humor in his eyes.
I slap his shoulder. “You know I can’t. I committed to this trip before I took on Owen’s campaign, so it’s not the best timing, but I have to honor my word. If for no other reason than I can’t let the San Carols students I’m taking with me down.”
“And Wallace?” Maxim runs a finger along my collarbone, not looking up when he asks the question.
“What about him?”
“Ten whole days in a hot jungle with your ex-boyfriend sounds sexy.” A humorless smile pulls his mouth into a stiff curve. “Maybe old feelings stir. Things happen.”
“Hey.” I pass my thumb over that unnatural smile he’s wearing. “Foster step-cousin, remember?”
His smile is genuine for the first time since we started discussing the trip.
“It’s not like that with Wall and me,” I tell him. “It never really was. We just . . . tried.”
“Well, there’s no trying with me.” Maxim gently pushes me back into the pillows. “There’s no stopping th
is.”
His kisses descend from the curve of my neck to the tilt of my breast, melting my core, and my hips start circling, subtly finding an ancient rhythm of want. His fingers wander from my knee to inside my thigh and higher. My breath hitches when he strokes between my legs.
“Doc,” I groan, giving the watch on my wrist a half-hearted glance. “My meeting. I have to get up. I have to go.”
“Not yet,” he whispers and kisses my neck, sucks my nipple, squeezes my ass. “Give me a little more. Two more minutes.”
Two turns to ten. His tender, nibbling kisses devour me. Light touches ignite our bodies to burn. Our hearts pound and our passion overwhelms us. A little more becomes everything, and before I know it, we’re lost in a tangle of I am his and he is mine, insatiable, inseparable.
Perfect together.