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Max is laughing against my mouth. He’s laughing, his eyes open, staring down at me with humor as he licks me into submission.
I do the only thing left to do. I grab the nearby feather pillow and whack him over the head with it.
Max laughs again and nips my lip. So I drive the pillow into his face, smothering his laughter. He rolls off me, his shoulders shaking.
“Yes!” I call, thwapping Max with the pillow again. “We’ll be right there.”
“Yay!” Emme shouts. “I’m ready!”
Max grabs the pillow, shoves it behind him, and gives me a satisfied smile. When he drops back to the bed, he crosses his arms behind his head, displaying an impressive amount of chest and shoulders. He tilts his eyes to the ceiling, looking incredibly amused and very happy.
Then there’s the sound of Emme’s feet banging down the three flights of stairs. It sounds like an avalanche of goats tumbling down a mountain.
We wait until the sound of her feet disappears, and then Max turns to me with a wicked grin. “Five minutes?—”
“No.” I back away, shoving the sheets aside and scooting off the bed.
No sex. Can’t do it.
“Four?”
“No!”
“Ninety seconds. You know I can make you come in ninety seconds.”
Oh. Um.
That sounds ...
“No?” I say, but it comes out as a question, and Max knows it.
He gives me a confident smile and curls his pointer finger in the cutest “come here” gesture I’ve ever seen.
Oh gosh.My willpower—it’s crumbling.
Stand firm, Anna!
I grab another pillow and hold it in front of me. “No.”
Then, before Max can respond, the goat avalanche starts again, this time the pounding coming back up the stairs. Emme’s back.
The look on Max’s face is priceless. He looks like he was just told he can’t have chocolate and hazelnut ice cream for the next year. I burst out laughing.
Emme bangs on the door. “Mom said she needs help, Anna! She’s trying to make breakfast and she dropped a tray of eggs!”
“Why is she trying to make breakfast?” I call. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“’Cause she’s hungry! ’Cause her body’s tryna fix a bone!”
Max snorts. “My body’s tryna fix a bone too.”
I point a finger at him. “You. Shh.”
He gives me an unrepentant sinner smile.Unbelievable.
“Coming!” I call.
“You’re really not,” Max says, a mournful note in his voice. He sits up in bed, the sheets pooling around his hips, then runs a hand through his messy hair.
