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The use of my name almost pushes me over the edge, but I fight to hold on to some vestige of control…
It’s too much; it’s all too much, my body tightening, tight, my chest arching. “Maximus,” I gasp, wanting, needing… I lean into the release that beckons, so close now.
“Come for me, Cady,” Max demands in a voice husky with want.
“Maximus… please…Max!”
And then the only voice is mine, my cries breaking into the darkness as he urges me on, taking me higher, ever higher; not knowing he’s breaking through the walls as I shatter around him.
He brings me down gently with soft kisses, hands stroking my hips and leans his chin on my stomach as he looks at me. Curls falling over his forehead, and the smile…
There’s nothing predatory, nothing possessive about his expression. He’s happy… for himself. For me.
My heart cracks as he slips into it. “Maximus,” I murmur, my hands on his shoulders, urging him up to me.
And then he kisses me—soft and sweet, but it quickly becomes more, with heat and need and want, and I pull him to me, my arms open for him.
And then we lay on the lounge chair and watched the stars, my head on his chest, my heart racing as fast as his.
It’s like the wave knocked me down all over again.
34
Maximus
We walk back to the condo hand in hand.
The boys are still awake, which surprises me because it feels like so much time has passed since we left the dinner. In reality, it was less than an hour.
An hour that left my head spinning with thoughts of Cady.
She… we… it was what physically happened between us that has me grinning like a loon, but I felt the acceptance. Somehow, I was able to push through those walls that spanned her heart. I busted right through them. She didn’t hold back—I took her all.
She gave it to me. That matters.
“Thought you might have gotten swept out to sea,” Nick calls, raising a bottle of beer as a greeting.
“Felt like a walk,” I tell him.
Nick looks over at Cady, so immaculate when we left for dinner, and now mused and rumpled. “Sure.” He grins, like my world hadn’t been rocked to the core.
And I think it might have been just by Cady saying my name when she came.
Maximus…
“Dude.” Dexter, sitting in the chair with his back to us, raises my phone over his head. “Your phone was going off. I checked—it was your dad.” His apologetic tone was like a punch in the gut. He’s not apologizing for checking my phone, but— “He seems upset.”
My grin fades like it’s been slapped off my face. To walk in with Cady, happy and together, only to have to face my father’s wrath, is more than a punch in the gut. It’s a gut punch, a right hook, and then a kick to the balls, all at once. I stare at the phone with rising dread, along with a good sense of pissed off-ness that my father is about to ruin something else.
“Fuck.” I drop Cady’s hand with the insane thought that I can protect her if I’m not touching her. Dexter hands me my phone with an apologetic expression.
“Is everything okay?” Cady asks warily.
A quick glance at the screen tells me, no, it’s not. “Fine,” I say curtly.
She steps away. The mask is back, as well as those goddamn walls I busted through. I don’t even have to look at her face; her body language, the way she holds her shoulders so stiffly tells me everything I need to know. “No, it’s not.”
“Cady…”
