And I’m pretty sure it’s not drugs, they wouldn’t just sell it out in the open market if it was. Her son. Thoughts crept in, questions about what they had done and what it meant, but Max’s voice cut through the haze. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The thought darted through her mind, sharp and fleeting. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he placed it on his tongue. Like every inch of me is… awake.”
Max’s eyes darkened, and he moved closer, his knee brushing against hers. She brought it to her lips, hesitated for a moment, then popped it into her mouth. His pace quickened, hips slamming into hers with an urgency that made her head spin. He smelled different—foreign, like spices and sun-warmed earth—but beneath it all, he still smelled like him. Sexy. Without him, the days blurred together, each one stretching longer than the last. The moment the door creaked open, Laura was on her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. Her body felt like it had been set ablaze, every nerve ending alive and hyper-sensitive. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks through the fabric, and a shiver rippled down her spine. Max broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes dark and hungry as they locked onto hers.
