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“Welcome to the club, baby.”

“Damn, you can kiss, honey.” he didn’t answer my question.

“Thanks,” I said offhandedly.

I had other things on my mind. Primarily, his cock that I could feel was hard as steel and trying to break his jeans.

“It’s too soon. You’re too vulnerable,” he opened his eyes and regret swam in them. “And while I want what you’re offering, please don’t ask for it. Give me some time.”

Oh, wow. I didn’t know what to say. I was disappointed. But I could see this was hard on him too. Pun intended.

“Can we kiss a little bit more?” I asked.

I found my new favorite drug, and I craved it already.

“That you don’t have to ask ever again,” he smiled, and he leaned down and kissed me again.

As his tongue explored my mouth and his hands roamed my back, as his scent was all I could smell and Max all I could feel, I finally found my center. My heart started beating and not just pumping blood. I started breathing and not just inhaling and exhaling for the purpose of my body functioning. I started living. And at that moment, I decided I never wanted to stop. I never ever wanted to go back to just existing. After a few more heated kisses, he led me to a chair and sat me down.

“What are you doing?” I asked after I got my breathing under control.

My leprechaun must have liked Max’s kisses too because he was nowhere to be found. Making out with my man cured the hangover, that was good to know.

“Building a deck,” he was back at hammering.

“Why?”

What has happened that he suddenly decided to build a deck when he showed no intention of doing it.

He looked back and said, “Because you said you wanted one.”

I had no words to say to that, so I let my face say it instead of me. He saw what he needed and went back to work. And I spent a day sitting in a backyard, on a sunny Denver day, watching my man be hot as hell, and building me a deck.

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Chapter Thirteen

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I was on my back in bed and I was panting. That was because Max was on top of me, his hand on my ribs going up and down, his mouth working my neck. We’ve been we for three weeks now. The three most beautiful and glorious weeks of my life. Also, the three most frustrating. Per Max’s request, we went slow.

He wanted for us to get to know each other and for me to get under the dark cloud that still cast a shadow over me from time to time. I gave my best to push through the fearful times that gripped me whenever a phone rang, or someone knocked on our door unannounced. Every time Max saw my reaction, his mouth would get high, and I knew I could cross one more night without having him fully. I didn’t know it was possible to be in a constant state of arousal. I swear, at this point, all he would have to do was breathe on me, and I would come. It was lucky that I had a little bit of self-control, so that didn’t happen.

“Max, baby,” I panted harder.

He reached the side of my breast for the twelfth time and went to glide his palm down again.

I needed him to take what was his. I needed him to touch me already. I had no qualms of telling him so.

“Fucking touch me,” the frustration dripped mixed with my sweat off my skin.

“I am,” he chuckled and went back to alternating licking and sucking the skin of my neck.

I could think of better places for him to do that. I gave up on saying, please. For how hard he urged me to ask for what I wanted, he still held one thing out of reach. I pushed my hips up to remind me how big that was.

Sweet Mary, I needed it.