Together We Heal by Chelsea M. Cameron Page A

chairs, so I got up and straddled his lap. I would have been lying if I said I didn’t feel him get hard in his jeans. I froze and waited for the horror to kick in, but it didn’t come. Instead a rush of warmth and desire washed down my body, pooling in several key places.
    He reached up and seized my face and the kiss went from sweet to deep and a little vicious in seconds. Add to that the downstairs action and I was instantly a ball of want.
    I gasped a little as he moved his hips ever so slightly against me. Oh holy shit. I was almost ready to blow just from that one movement. He paused, as if waiting for me to stop him, and then he did it again. Unable to help myself, I curled toward him, enjoying the things friction was doing to that specific area.
    He nipped at my lower lip and I did it back to him. Our kisses were very egalitarian. Give and take. He was such a gentleman.
    Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing hard and thrusting hard and I was fucking ready to come.
    “More,” Max breathed harshly against my lips. “More.”
    I moved faster, harder against him. The chair legs made noises as they banged against the floor, but I didn’t give a shit if anyone heard us. We were both making plenty of noise, and I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop.
    Need had wrapped around us and wouldn’t let go until we were both satisfied.
    “I’m going to come,” he said and his voice was so raspy and harsh that it set me off. The climax shot through me, attacking my whole body and I was helpless as bursts of stars and fire and light shot through me. It was so intense, I didn’t think I could survive. It was going to kill me.
    I finally started to come down, but then Max was groaning and thrusting against me so hard I nearly fell off his lap. He yelled out a string of curses followed by my name and then his head dropped onto my shoulder.
    We both gasped, trying to refill our lungs. I shivered a few times as little bits of pleasure went off again.
    “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” Max said, and then he chuckled a little bit. I looked down at him and he had the widest smile on his face.
    “You are the sexiest fucking thing,” he said, gazing at me in awe. I didn’t know what to say. Now that the euphoria was wearing off, I realized what we’d just done. I waited again to be seized with terror or regret.
    All I could see was his face as he smiled at me and then pulled my face down to give me a sweet and innocent kiss.
    “You’re incredible,” he whispered. I wrapped my arms around him again.
    “No, you are.”
     

     
    I HAD NEVER come that hard. Never fucking ever. Trish blew everything I’d ever done out of the water. It made me think of that scene in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy steps out of the house and into Technicolor. That was what being with Trish was like.
    Seriously, though. Holy shit.
    I couldn’t move for at least ten minutes and she seemed content to hang out in my lap. But my jeans were wet and starting to get uncomfortable, so I eventually told her that I had to clean up.
    “Oh, okay,” she said, swinging her leg over and standing. She hadn’t said much, but she didn’t seem upset, so that was a good sign. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of satisfaction because she wobbled a little. I wasn’t so steady myself. I got up and had to sort of hold onto the chair. It was also a miracle that my spine was still intact and I hadn’t injured myself in any other way.
    Going to my bag, I pulled out a spare pair of jeans and boxers and balled them up.
    “I’ll, um, be right back.” She nodded, her eyes a little glazed over.
     

     
    WHEN I CAME back, she was sitting cross-legged on her bed, chewing her lip.
    I wasn’t sure what to do besides shoving my messy clothes back in the bottom of my bag and hoping I’d remember to do laundry ASAP.
    Did we talk about it? Did we not talk about it? What was the protocol here?
    “So, that happened,” she said and it was the second time I’d seen