Page 49 of Hate To Want You
“Things aren’tweird,” he whispers against my lips. “I just can’t seem to control my reactions where you’re concerned. And the last thing I want to do is scare you off. Got it?”
He kisses me again, and this time I wrap my arms around his waist and fully return his embrace. We might have avoided the topic of what our relationship actually is for tonight, but then again, he’s telling me in other ways that this is serious for him.
“Got it,” I say when we finally separate. “But for the record, you losing control and going caveman could be kinda sexy. Don’t worry about hiding it next time.” I wink at him, and he shakes his head.
“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. You’re trouble.” He leans back in and nips at my neck before kissing the same spot. His lips trail down, across my collar bone to my bare shoulder, then he straightens and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. He pushes away from the counter, and I immediately miss the warmth that radiates from his body.
“Now, are we good? Because I’m hungry.” He looks over his shoulder at me with a sexy smirk. “And you need your strength if I’m going to let my inner caveman out.”
I let my breath out in a low whoosh. His sex appeal is so freaking potent. “Am I going to need to start calling you Fred Flintstone?” I say flippantly as I make my way into the kitchen and start washing some vegetables.
Out of nowhere, I’m yanked back, spun around, and tossed over his shoulder, all before I can even shriek his name.
A large hand lands on my ass, and not exactly gently. “You’ll be calling me something, sweetheart, but it won’t be that.”
My laughter trails after us as Max carries me down the hall and dumps me onto his bed.
“What happened to eating first?” I ask in between giggles, but my laughter dies out when he pulls off his shirt and drops his pants, letting that beautiful cock of his spring free.
“Me caveman. Me hungry for woman. You woman.” He grins lasciviously at me before reaching for the hem of my sweats and yanking them down, along with my panties.
His tongue hits my pussy and I moan out his name. He doesn’t waste any time, diving in and eating me like he’s a dying man granted one last meal.
“I guess dinner can wait.”
Hours later, after two orgasms, a very late dinner, and then another orgasm, we get ready for bed. But as we climb under the sheets, and he pulls my back to his front, wrapping his large body around me, my eyes land on the button-up shirt I pulled on to wear while eating dinner earlier.
When I walked out of the bedroom wearing it, the stare Max gave me from the kitchen could have set a puddle on fire, it was so hot. Dinner was almost delayed — again — because he needed to lift me onto the counter and figure out if I was wearing panties or not.
Spoiler alert — I wasn’t.
“I need you to start wearing baggy scrubs to work.”
Max’s hand pauses in the torturous, gentle stroking he was doing up and down my bare thigh. “What?”
“When you wear collared shirts at work, it’s torture. So, to save me from my pain and suffering, please start wearing baggy scrubs.”
His warm chuckle sends shivers across my skin. “Quid pro quo, Heidi. What do you think you do to me when you show up in those fitted scrub pants? Back in my day, we had hospital-issued scrubs and that’s all.”
“Back in my day?” I giggle. “You’re not that old, Max.”
“No, but med school was a long time ago for me.”
Our laughter fades into a comfortable silence. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but under the cover of darkness, I feel bold. Safe to say what’s on my mind.
“I know you’re worried about my reputation at the hospital, but it really sucks not being able to act the way I want around you when we’re there together.”
“Are you saying you wish you could suck my cock at work?” he says and I reach a hand back to slap his hip. He just laughs and presses his lips to the back of my neck.
“No, you dirty man. I’m just saying it’s difficult trying to differentiate between how we are at work, and how we are when it’s just us. I hate feeling like I’m always on edge, worried I’ll slip and mess up.”
Max shifts onto his back, the sheet sliding down, revealing more of his delicious torso. God, I want to run my tongue over every divot of muscle.
“I know. It isn’t exactly a walk in the park for me, either, constantly battling a hard-on every time you get too close. Last thing I need is to traumatize a patient with a hard dick.”
I snort-laugh at that incredibly inappropriate idea.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
