She wrapped her legs around his waist as he propelled himself forward, withdrew, and pushed again. Each move brought new sensations, taking her higher and higher.
Sweat-coated bodies slithered against each other, adding to the sensory overload that pushed her closer and closer to the chasm.
Frantic hands raked up and down his back as Sky sucked in air, her body thrumming with incredible sensations. Her fingers gripped the bulging muscles in his back as his thrusts came harder and faster. She sensed it building, growing stronger, as she teetered on the edge of the precipice.
She couldn’t get close enough, move fast enough to soothe the aching need that ballooned inside and begged for release.
Max smothered her cry with a kiss as they crested the peak together, their bodies convulsing as one in a shattering explosion of pleasure.
Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as they waited for equilibrium to return.
Braced on his elbows, Max bowed his head until his forehead touched hers. He’d never had such an experience before. It went way beyond sex. Beyond the physical. She touched his soul, melded his heart to hers forever.
It was exhilarating. And scared the hell out of him at the same time. If he lost her…he wouldn’t let himself complete the thought.
He couldn’t.
When their breathing regained some semblance of normal, he rolled to the side and rose to dispose of the condom. “Be right back.”
A few minutes later, he slid under the covers next to her. The beauty of her naked body, still moist from their lovemaking, called to him like a siren, and he tucked her against him.
Her head on his shoulder, she snuggled close, one leg thrown over his, her knee near his groin, one hand splayed over his heart.
“I wish I had the words to say what you mean to me, Sky,” His throat tightened to the point he feared choking. “I wish I did.”
She raised up on her elbow and fixed those rustic honey-gold eyes on his. “Oh, Max,” she whispered.
“You’re my heart. My soul. Without you, I’d be nothing more than a speck of dust on the ground.”
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, yet she smiled. “Those words are perfect.” She bent down and kissed him.
A slow, drugging kiss that sang through his veins like hundred-proof whiskey, unleashing a sudden tremor of arousal.
She pulled back and flashed a sexy smile that sent another burst of blood southward.
“Already? I’m impressed.”
He rolled her onto her back and straddled her knees. “You think that’s something, lady, just wait.”
Sky woke when Max slowly slipped his arm from under her head, depriving her of the heat radiating from him. “What? Is something wrong? What time is it?”
He grinned and tapped her nose. “Nothing’s wrong, and it’s after two.”
She flinched and looked around. “In the morning?” She couldn’t get rid of the cobwebs of exhaustion caused by a night of lovemaking with Max.
His husky laugh raised gooseflesh on her arms. Damn. Even his laugh was sexy.
“Yes. In the morning. I’m sorry I woke you. You need some rest.”
She stretched like a cat and smiled when his hooded eyes got the look. “Whose fault is that?” She patted the space beside her. “Just a few more minutes. I’m cold. You’re hot.”
He resumed his spot and took her in his arms.
I could get used to waking up like this, she thought but didn’t voice it, unwilling to put a damper on what was definitely the best day of her life. Well, except for when Maddie was born, but that was different.
“I can almost hear the wheels in your head turning,” he mused. “What gives?”
“I was just thinking about how my life has changed in such a short period of time.”
“Good change, I hope.”
She rubbed her hand across his chest, fingering the tight curls there. “Definitely good.”
The soft rumble of his laugh vibrated in his chest. “You had me worried there for a minute.”
She rubbed her knee against his leg, up to the jagged scar, stopping when he flinched. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”
“No…it’s…ugly.” He paused. “You’re the only one besides the medical staff who’s seen it.”
She raised up on her elbow so that they were eye to eye. “I know there’s a lot we haven’t talked about, stuff we may never talk about. But know this, Max. There is nothing—nothing about you that will ever be ugly to me. If you want to talk, I’ll listen. I won’t judge, and I won’t preach. And I will always be here for you.”
His heart beat steady and strong beneath her hand as he gazed at her with eyes so full of tenderness, her own heart skipped a beat.
She lay back down and sighed, soft curves molding to the contours of his lean body.
