pointed down the hall. He was getting
really heavy and I was already done carrying him.
“ Thanks. Here you go… let
me take off your shoes.” He plopped down on the edge of his bed.
Max got one shoe off and I the other. I wrapped the comforter
around his body so he wouldn’t get cold. I
frickin hate taking care of drunk people. I clicked his lamp, and closed his door.
Max headed down to the second bedroom.
He turned the knob and it opened right up. The maids must have
locked it during the party. He checked it and the room was empty,
the bed was turned down and inviting. I closed the door behind me
and pressed the lock. Max furrowed his eyebrows.
“ I don’t want you to leave.
It’s too late. Just sleep here tonight.” I swallowed the huge
anxious ball of nerves. I just hope we’ll be able to fall
asleep.
“ I don’t know if that’s the
best idea with Cindy in the next room.”
I pointed across the room to an
oversized floral patterned sofa.
“ Sleep on the sofa then.
We’ll keep everything innocent enough.”
He paused for a moment then reached
across the bed and grabbed one of the pillows. I took the wool
throw at the foot and handed it to him. My hands tangled in the
blanket, he pulled me close. I lost my breath, endorphins
electrified my body and I wanted him to kiss me again. He let out a
low growl as his lips found the space below my ear.
“ I don’t know if I can stay
on the couch,” he whispered tickling my neck. Chills chased rapid
down my spine. He was making it hard to justify my need to
wait.
“ I’ll wake you up early so
you can leave without being seen.” I wanted him to stay so bad I
could come up with any plan better than his excuses.
“ It’s not that. I don’t
know if I can stay on this couch with you in that bed.” He pressed
his lips to mine and tasted my desires that spoke louder than
words.
I felt his hands slide up my back and
pull me closer to him; my hands released the blanket and wrapped up
around his head. I felt my feet leave the ground as he kissed me
and carried me across the room. Like a feather, he set me tenderly
on the bed and pulled away. I didn’t want him to stop. All sense of
self preservation, moral values, and fears of the unknown
disappeared in the flash of his eyes. I wanted him forever. I
caught him around the neck and pulled him down on top of me. He was
comfortably heavy in all the right places. I pulled his shirt from
his pants and slid my hands up under across the skin on his back.
He was scorching hot. Urges stronger than any addiction rushed my
body. I tried to pull his shirt over his head. I wanted to see him.
The hair on his chest, the muscles forced under his tight skin, the
trail below his navel, I wanted to see all of it. He pulled away
from my lips and lifted his body off mine.
“ I think I better go to the
couch.” He bounced up off the bed. His shirt fell back over his
stomach. I didn’t argue, I was steaming and if I didn’t cool down,
I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Odds were already stacked
against me that I wasn’t going to wake up early tomorrow to go
skiing. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and shook it out
before falling onto the enormous floral sofa. I lift my head from
the bed and watched him curl up, by himself, before I got up to
change into my pajamas.
“ Where are you
going?”
“ Get my PJ’s out of my bag
and change.”
“ You can change here. I’ll
close my eyes.” He adjusted his body under the blanket and squeezed
his eyes shut.
“ I want to brush my teeth
too. I’ll be right back.” I grabbed my stuff and snuck out the
door.
Before he missed me I was back. Fresh
breath, and comfortably dressed in my flannel PJ’s. Not the most
attractive outfit, but I really didn’t plan on sleeping in the same
room with him when I packed. I shut the door, ran and jumped onto
the bed. I turned to say goodnight and my heart dropped into my
stomach. He wasn’t on the sofa. His blanket was pushed
really heavy and I was already done carrying him.
“ Thanks. Here you go… let
me take off your shoes.” He plopped down on the edge of his bed.
Max got one shoe off and I the other. I wrapped the comforter
around his body so he wouldn’t get cold. I
frickin hate taking care of drunk people. I clicked his lamp, and closed his door.
Max headed down to the second bedroom.
He turned the knob and it opened right up. The maids must have
locked it during the party. He checked it and the room was empty,
the bed was turned down and inviting. I closed the door behind me
and pressed the lock. Max furrowed his eyebrows.
“ I don’t want you to leave.
It’s too late. Just sleep here tonight.” I swallowed the huge
anxious ball of nerves. I just hope we’ll be able to fall
asleep.
“ I don’t know if that’s the
best idea with Cindy in the next room.”
I pointed across the room to an
oversized floral patterned sofa.
“ Sleep on the sofa then.
We’ll keep everything innocent enough.”
He paused for a moment then reached
across the bed and grabbed one of the pillows. I took the wool
throw at the foot and handed it to him. My hands tangled in the
blanket, he pulled me close. I lost my breath, endorphins
electrified my body and I wanted him to kiss me again. He let out a
low growl as his lips found the space below my ear.
“ I don’t know if I can stay
on the couch,” he whispered tickling my neck. Chills chased rapid
down my spine. He was making it hard to justify my need to
wait.
“ I’ll wake you up early so
you can leave without being seen.” I wanted him to stay so bad I
could come up with any plan better than his excuses.
“ It’s not that. I don’t
know if I can stay on this couch with you in that bed.” He pressed
his lips to mine and tasted my desires that spoke louder than
words.
I felt his hands slide up my back and
pull me closer to him; my hands released the blanket and wrapped up
around his head. I felt my feet leave the ground as he kissed me
and carried me across the room. Like a feather, he set me tenderly
on the bed and pulled away. I didn’t want him to stop. All sense of
self preservation, moral values, and fears of the unknown
disappeared in the flash of his eyes. I wanted him forever. I
caught him around the neck and pulled him down on top of me. He was
comfortably heavy in all the right places. I pulled his shirt from
his pants and slid my hands up under across the skin on his back.
He was scorching hot. Urges stronger than any addiction rushed my
body. I tried to pull his shirt over his head. I wanted to see him.
The hair on his chest, the muscles forced under his tight skin, the
trail below his navel, I wanted to see all of it. He pulled away
from my lips and lifted his body off mine.
“ I think I better go to the
couch.” He bounced up off the bed. His shirt fell back over his
stomach. I didn’t argue, I was steaming and if I didn’t cool down,
I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Odds were already stacked
against me that I wasn’t going to wake up early tomorrow to go
skiing. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and shook it out
before falling onto the enormous floral sofa. I lift my head from
the bed and watched him curl up, by himself, before I got up to
change into my pajamas.
“ Where are you
going?”
“ Get my PJ’s out of my bag
and change.”
“ You can change here. I’ll
close my eyes.” He adjusted his body under the blanket and squeezed
his eyes shut.
“ I want to brush my teeth
too. I’ll be right back.” I grabbed my stuff and snuck out the
door.
Before he missed me I was back. Fresh
breath, and comfortably dressed in my flannel PJ’s. Not the most
attractive outfit, but I really didn’t plan on sleeping in the same
room with him when I packed. I shut the door, ran and jumped onto
the bed. I turned to say goodnight and my heart dropped into my
stomach. He wasn’t on the sofa. His blanket was pushed
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