So This Is Love (21 page)

She knew what she wanted. She wanted him. And what she wanted, she went after.

She moved forward, her gaze on his. She saw the flicker of excitement in his eyes as she put her hands on his arms. His biceps tensed under her touch, and a wave of heat shot through her. She felt a little female thrill at the idea of all that power around her, inside her.

She lifted her face to his and rocked on to her toes so their mouths touched. His mouth was warm and inviting. She nipped at his bottom lip, hearing him groan with pleasure. Then she pressed her leg between his and felt his arousal. She smiled against his mouth and slid her tongue between his parted lips.

She could feel the tension in his body and sensed that he was trying desperately to hang on to his control. But she didn't want him controlled. She wanted him to let loose, to let her past the brick wall that he had built to protect his emotions.

Deepening the kiss, she took her time, tasting the minty mouthwash on his breath, reminding her of the shower he'd taken earlier. She should have joined him in that shower. She would have liked to explore his body, to take her time. Later—she silently promised. Later, they would go slow. But now—now she just wanted to go fast.

Max must have read her mind. His arms came around her body, and he pulled her up hard against his chest. He changed the angle of his head, and he was suddenly the one exploring her mouth. Their tongues tangled together in the push and pull dance they'd been doing for months. The simmering sparks were bursting into flames, one after the other.

Max moved his mouth from her lips to her cheek, his tongue trailing along her jawbone, and then tracing the line of her ear, flickering inside the tender shell, setting off more sensitive nerve endings. Jolts of desire ran through her.

She unzipped her jacket and shrugged her arms out of it, throwing it on the floor. Then she slid her hands under Max's thin knit shirt, feeling his abdominal muscles clench beneath her fingers. She loved the feel of his skin, and she wanted more of it.

Pulling away from his kiss, she tugged on the hem of his shirt and helped him pull it up and over his head. Then he did the same for her.

His eyes widened as he saw her barely-there lacy pink bra. She had to wear such manly clothes at work that she went really feminine underneath, and the appreciation in his eyes made her feel even more female.

He lowered his head and placed his lips in the center of her cleavage, then ran his tongue along the edge of her bra, making her anticipate what it would be like to have his mouth on her breasts, his teeth tugging at her nipples.

His hands rested on her hips, his grip just firm enough to keep her right where he wanted her.

"You're torturing me," she said breathlessly.

He flashed her a killer smile as he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. "I haven't even gotten started yet." His gaze turned serious. "Are we doing this, Emma?"

"Yes," she said without a doubt in her mind. She put her arms around his neck and brought his mouth back down to hers.

One long, deep, wet kiss, and then they broke apart. Max pulled a condom out of his pocket.

"Always prepared," she said, not at all surprised.

"Since the day I met you," he said.

"Really?" she asked in wonder.

He nodded, shoving off his jeans and briefs.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful body. Max was a rugged, physical man with not an ounce of fat on him. Every muscle had been toned to perfection. Dark hair was scattered across his chest, making a V down to a fairly spectacular erection. She didn't have long to look, because Max was helping her off with her pants, and once she was naked, he walked her backwards across the room.

Her legs hit the couch, and they tumbled together on to the soft leather. Max's body covered hers, and she loved the feel of his weight on her body, his chest crushing her breasts, his hard legs between hers. He kissed her mouth, then moved his lips down her neck and then lower to her breasts.

He took his time, kissing, sucking, teasing each of her nipples into fine, hard points of desire. Her legs moved restlessly under his as the need built within her. Her world was consumed with his touch, his smell, and the desire she felt for him.

"Max, I want you now," she muttered.

He lifted his head. "Patience."

She wanted to hate him for that word, but she couldn't. Because he'd moved down between her legs, his sexy mouth taking her to the next peak. She ran her hands through his hair, as the tension built inside. Max was relentless in his attention, in his intensity, and she was a prisoner of her desire. Her body began to tremble and shake and then finally came the long, shattering waves of release.

She blew out a breath as Max lifted his head and smiled. "Beautiful. You should let go more often."

"Your turn. Let me—"

His finger on her mouth cut off her request. She wanted to do for him what he'd done for her. She wanted to roll him on his back and make love to him with her mouth. But he sat back on his heels, put on a condom and then moved between her legs. His hands threaded through her hair as he looked into her eyes. "Are you ready for me?"

"I've been ready for weeks."

He entered her body with one hard thrust.

She sighed with pleasure. He filled her so completely. She could feel him deep, deep inside. And as he moved within her, the pressure began to build again.

Once more his assault was patient and thorough as he shifted his angle to hit just the right spot. He moved harder, faster, and then buried his face in her neck, biting down gently as one long, seemingly endless orgasm rolled through them.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the tension release in his muscles. They clung together for a long moment. She didn't want to let him go. She didn't want to lose the connection, because as her brain came slowly back to life, she wondered if they would ever be this close again.

He'd said no promises. She'd said the same.

So why did she want them both to make a promise now?

"I'm crushing you," he said as he lifted his head. He slid out of her and rolled on to his side against the back of the couch, putting his arm across her bare belly as they snuggled on the cushions.

She turned on her side to face him. He had his eyes closed now, and she appreciated the opportunity to just look at him, to admire the strong planes of his face, the sweep of his insanely long black lashes, the thick brows that often drew together when he was lost in thought.

Her gaze dropped to his sexy mouth, the one that could tease and torture, cause her great annoyance but even greater pleasure.

"You're staring at me," he said.

"How do you know? Your eyes are closed."

"I can feel you." He opened his eyes. "I always know when you're watching me."

Her heart skipped a beat. She should be completely satiated, but obviously having him once wasn't going to be enough.

"I can feel when you're watching me, too," she returned.

"I know. I like it when the awareness flashes in your pretty blue eyes. I like it even more when you try to cover it up."

"Well, I'm not covering up much now," she said dryly.

He smiled. "You have one hell of a body. Who knew you were hiding such gorgeous curves under that bulky firefighter gear you like to wear?"

His words brought with them a blush of pleasure. "I have to be fit to do my job."

"You're definitely that."

"You're not so bad yourself, Max."

Silence fell between them and grew awkward and uncomfortable the longer it went on. What happened now? Did they make their way into the bedroom? Did they stay where they were and cuddle? Should she grab her clothes and get dressed?

The buzzing of her phone broke through her wandering thoughts. She let the call go to voicemail, not wanting to move out of Max's arms just yet. She had the distinct feeling that as soon as she left his embrace, it would be a long time before she got back. Or maybe she'd never get back. Max was putting his guard up. She could feel it with each passing second.

She wanted to know what he was thinking, but she was afraid to ask a question for which she didn't really want an answer.

He looked at her like he wanted to ask her something, too, but in the end neither one of them spoke.

Her cell phone buzzed again. She looked around for her bag. It was on the coffee table.

"I better check my phone." She turned on to her back, so she could grab her phone out of her bag. She saw two missed calls from Alicia. She glanced at her watch and abruptly sat up.

"Oh, no! I'm late." She scrambled off the couch. "I can't believe it's eight o'clock already."

"What happens at eight o'clock?"

"I'm supposed to meet Alicia at the apartment to pick up my keys."

"You got the apartment?"

"Yes." She grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom. After dressing, she splashed water on her face and ran her fingers through her hair. Looking in the mirror, she could see her swollen mouth, her red cheeks, and the tender bite mark on her neck. She really did not want to leave. But she did want to get the keys to her apartment.

When she returned to the living room, Max had on his jeans and was pulling his shirt over his head. She grabbed her phone again and punched in Alicia's number.

When Alicia answered, Emma said, "Sorry I'm late. I can be there in ten minutes."

"I'm late, too," Alicia said. "I'll be there in five. Don't worry about it."

"Great. Thanks." She was relieved she hadn't kept her friend waiting. She looked over at Max. "I'm sorry to run out like this."

"It's not a problem."

"We do still need to talk about the case. That's why I came over here."

He gave her a disbelieving look. "That's why you came to my apartment?"

"I came to your apartment because you wanted to take a shower," she reminded him. "I came to the gym to talk to you."

"Why don't I come with you now?" he suggested. "After you get the keys, we'll get a burger and compare notes."

"Really?" She was surprised by his suggestion. "I was getting a different vibe from you just now."

"What vibe is that?"

"The I-wish-I-hadn't-just-slept-with-her vibe. This is going to get complicated."

He met her gaze. "I don't have regrets Emma. Do you?"

"No."

"Good. But this is going to get complicated."

"Not tonight it doesn't. Can we agree on that?"

He slowly nodded. "Yeah, we can agree on that."

As they left the apartment, she felt happy that they weren't saying goodbye just yet, although she suspected that day was probably not that far away.

Chapter Sixteen

While taking one car to pick up the keys to her apartment was a good idea, Emma was acutely aware that she would have to eventually return to Max's place, and then what? Was what had happened between them a one-time thing, or a one-night thing? Because there was still a lot of night left.

It would probably be smarter to end things now.

Then again, it would have been smarter not to start up anything at all.

But she'd told Max she didn't regret it, and she didn't. In fact, she'd really, really liked being with him. A small sigh escaped her lips at the memory.

Max stopped at a red light and glanced over at her, a question in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said quickly.

"You're awfully quiet—for you."

She had to admit she wasn’t feeling in the mood to talk. "You should be happy about that," she said lightly.

Silence followed her answer, then Max said. "Should we discuss what happened?"

"No. Let's not talk about it. Let's just let it be. We said no promises, no regrets. What else is there to discuss?"

"You're right."

She glanced out the window, trying not to read too much into the relief she'd heard in his voice. She knew men. She had five brothers, and she'd worked on a firefighting crew for six years. She'd heard a lot of locker room stories, and the last thing most men wanted to do after sex was to talk about it; next on the list were cuddling and sharing feelings.

Max had been lucky to escape all three. She, on the other hand, kind of wished they'd had more time for the cuddling part. She'd liked being in Max's arms; she'd liked it a lot.

They got to her new apartment in no time. Max opted to wait in the car while Emma got out to meet Alicia. Her friend was waiting on the sidewalk with the keys.

"Thank you so much," Emma said, as she handed over her deposit check. "I can't believe I got this place. I owe you big time for finding me such a great deal."

"I'm happy it worked out. The place is all yours. There's no electricity, so you'll have to get that turned on as soon as possible."

"I'll do that tomorrow. I can't wait to move in. This is going to be so great."

Alicia tipped her head to the car. "You're with Max again?"

"I told you, we work together."

"At eight o'clock at night?" Alicia asked with a laugh. "I'm not judging. I'm actually a little jealous. He's gorgeous. Have you taken him home to meet the family?"

"No," she said, no longer bothering to deny what was apparently quite obvious. "It's nothing serious."

"Too bad."

"It's not too bad. It's just right. It's what I want."

"If you say so. Don't forget to invite me to the housewarming."

"I will," she promised, then walked back to the car.

"All set?" Max asked as she got into the passenger seat.

"Yes. I should be able to start moving in this weekend. You know, I might need a little extra muscle."

"Don't you have a bunch of brothers for that?"

"They usually disappear when I need to move something."

"I might be around," he said half-heartedly.

"Then you might be able to help me. Think of all the great exercise you can get carrying boxes up three flights of stairs."

He gave her a smile. "You can put a positive spin on anything."

"I prefer not to dwell on the negative."

"So tell me something—how did you and your ex-boyfriend decide to live together? Was it love at first sight? Did you move in together right away?"