Beyond Eighteen (22 page)

“
Nothing much. Just that
she is going back with me to California. I guess she had some
magical awakening that she should be with me….you wouldn’t happen
to know anything about that, would you?” Wilson asked as she placed
her fourth pile of clothes into her suitcase.

“
Nope, I have no idea,” I
teased.

“
Don’t play me, Max. I
know you called her,” she retorted as she stood up off the
bed.

That’s when I noticed
something black and lacey in a pile of panties on the bed.
Holy shit, when did she get this?
I raised my eyebrow and smiled. I twisted my
fingers through the straps and held the silky garment aloft in
front of me; it was some super-hot lingerie. Suddenly I felt
everything I had pool down below my belt.

“
When did you get this,
Wilson?” I swallowed roughly as my mouth watered.
Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have her put this
on right now.

“
I bought it before we
left.” Wilson grabbed the g-string panties apparently the matching
piece, and held them up. “And these go with it too.”

I wanted to find some sexually charged
remark to say, but I couldn’t even find the words. I just swallowed
hard and wiped the drool from the side of my mouth. She noticed how
tongue tied I was, smiling wickedly. She crumpled up the panties
and tossed them at my face.

“
Why didn’t I know you had
this packed?” I asked, sheepish.

Wilson snatched the lingerie out of my hand
and answered in a low, provocative voice. “Well, it was supposed to
be a surprise for the first time we…you know.” Her face turned
bright red as she turned her back to me and placed the lingerie
back into her suitcase.

“
Are you embarrassed?” I
slipped my hands around her shoulders, trying to stop her from
packing.

“
As if,” she sang as she
stretched across the bed to snatch up the last pile of clothes.
“I’m just bummed that I didn’t get to wear it for you,” she
murmured as she turned around facing me.

I slid my finger under her chin, pushing up
just enough to make her look me in the eyes.

“
As sexy as that lingerie
is…I don’t need it. You turn me on no matter what you’re wearing.”
I noticed as a familiar smile crept across her face, the same smile
that clung to my gut and made my body react to her.

“
Maybe I should wear it
for our last night together, before I leave?” Wilson teased as she
slipped her fingers through my belt loops and pulled my hips closer
to hers. The pressure against my zipper grew as I swayed my hips
slowly. She blinked real slow as she slid the tip of her tongue
across her bottom lip, biting it between her teeth. The hair on the
back of my neck rose as my lips found the space between the top of
her breasts and curve of her neck. I felt her flesh tighten and
react to my lips while her hands automatically tangled in my
hair.

“
Maybe?” I breathed
against her fragrant skin. “There’s no question, you’re wearing
that for me tonight,” I huffed against her skin as I pushed my
hands against her back, urging her body against me. I dragged my
tongue along her jawline, mapping my way behind her ear. Her breath
sped and I had to feel her flesh under my touch. I slipped my hands
down and pulled her top off her shoulders. Dragging my nose across
her skin, inhaling every need we both had, my bottom lip followed
my tongue as I traced my way across her skin and down to her
exposed shoulder.

“
You keep doing this
you’ll never see me in that little black sexy thing,” she sighed,
urging me to kiss down the swell of her breast.

I want to make love to her
right now.
Truthfully, I wanted to keep
her in my bed until I had to let her go. I wanted to feel her legs
around me, feel her quiver when her muscles tighten, and her hips
sway as she consumes me. I wanted to hear her moan, listen to her
laugh, kiss her tears. I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to
keep her there with me forever.

“
Bonus or not with the
black lacey thing. I can’t stop thinking about how good it feels to
be with you; when I make love to you it’s like I’m finally
home
,” I emphasized
against her ear. Her body tightened with my words. I felt her begin
to sway, almost like she’d gone weak in the knees. I felt her take
a deep, exaggerated breath before she pulled away. I reached for
her as she sat on the edge of the bed. But her eyes filled with the
same tears she had when she came back to me.

“
What’s wrong? What did I
say? What did I do?” I repeated in a stutter as I dropped on my
knees in front of her.

“
Why would you say that?”
Wilson asked in a low, somber tone. Her blonde hair swayed forward
as she looked down at the floor.

“
Say what?” I asked,
confused by her question.

“
That you’re finally home
with me?”

“
Wilson, you make me feel
things way beyond myself. When I’m with you...nothing else
matters,” I said as I lifted the hair out of her eyes and held her
face between my hands.

“
But Max, you’ve always
had a home, and a family.”

“
Yeah, but now that I have
you…I feel I have someone who will protect my heart, love me
through all the messed-up moments I’ve made and the perfect moments
I’m ready to create…with you. Wilson, don’t you know you’re my
forever girl?”

Oh, those powerful words coming out of me…I
would never be able to tell you where they came from. Whether they
were buried under all the pain of losing my father, or the dark
places I crawled out of after Mallory, all I knew was that the love
I felt for Wilson, the healing that takes place when I touch her
skin, see her smile or taste her tears, is irrevocable.

“
Did you just call me your
forever girl?” Wilson asked in a delicate voice.

“
Yeah, I did.”

Wilson pushed her lips to mine, letting her
tongue flit across my upper lip before I opened my mouth and kissed
her back like it was our first time. I rose to my feet, pushing her
back onto my bed. My hands busied themselves finding the edge of
her top. I wanted to feel her tight stomach against mine, her rigid
nipples across my chest. I pulled her shirt up, sliding my hands
across her ribs to unclip her bra, and slowly withdrew from her
kiss. Standing above her, I pulled my t-shirt off as she took off
her top and slipped out of her bra. I stood for a lingering minute,
teasing her into laying there exposed to me. She folded her arms
across her chest.

“
What are you doing?” I
whispered.

“
Well, I’m just kinda
cold,” she offered.

I pushed her arms off her chest. Her nipples
were firm and her skin danced with chills as I lowered my mouth to
her exposed stomach.

“
Well, then let me help
you,” I breathed as she lay there, waiting for my tongue to skate
across her quivering flesh while my hair tickled and danced against
her skin.

She moaned as I traced my mouth just below
her navel, causing her hips to shift and rock beneath me. She
threaded her fingers into my hair, pulling and pushing me with her
hands as if she was confused on where she wanted me to be. Up far
enough to kiss my way to her breasts, or down low enough to make
her sway her body into euphoria? I pulled on the top button of her
pants, trying to indicate where I wanted to go, but she encouraged
my mouth to taste along her ribs, up across her waiting breast. I
slid my body between her legs, wedging myself firmly enough to feel
her thrust her hips up and down, dragging herself against me. She
was excited and I could feel the exchange of heat between our legs.
It was fucking hot. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to drag my
tongue down across her body and taste everything she was willing to
give me.

Wilson’s stomach tightened and the sway of
her hips stopped as she pushed back into the bed. I could tell she
had something on her mind, and whatever it was wasn’t going to
disappear or melt away with my tongue tracking her body or the push
of my hips.

“
What’s on your mind?” I
breathed.

Her eyes, clear as the glare of the blue sky
across the snow, narrowed. She dragged her fingers up the sides of
my body and across my shoulders, causing me to shiver.

“
I think we should go
downstairs and make an appearance with your family before we lock
ourselves up here for the night.”

I looked at the clock on my nightstand….4:45
p.m.

“
If that’s what you want
to do.”

“
Yeah, I do. It’s been a
very long day for everyone, and I think it’s the polite thing to
do.”

“
Okay, then we’ll do it,”
I answered after I took a sizable recovery breath.

“
I don’t want to
disappoint your mother,” she whispered.

I kissed the tip of her
nose and collected my t-shirt. She clasped her bra in between her
breasts and slipped her top over her head. Nervously, she
straightened herself up, and got ready to go downstairs. I adjusted
the pressure in my jeans and pulled the door open.
I hope this doesn’t take long.

~ Wilson ~

Well, if I really thought about it, was I
truly fooling myself when I thought that Max and I were going to be
able to go downstairs to say goodnight and come right back upstairs
to be alone? I should have known Nancy wouldn’t let that happen. So
after a giant lasagna dinner that Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn brought over
and the gracious amount of time Max’s family gave to people who had
come to comfort them, we didn’t start back upstairs until 9
o’clock. The only way we were able to leave, was to use the excuse
that I was flying out tomorrow and still had some packing to
do.

I clung to Nancy until she pulled away as we
said our goodnights. It was an exaggerated parting, laced with just
enough of a good-bye in case she didn’t get up in the morning
before I left. Her embrace was so inviting, so gentle, so
accepting. I didn’t want to think about leaving her without a
proper good-bye. As I went around the room, saying my goodnights to
the rest of Max’s family, I made sure to give a little yawn every
once in a while until that turned into a bona fide set of yawns
that made my eyes water. I guess I was a little more tired than I
thought.

Max slid his hand around my waist; I could
feel his fingers curve around and slip just under the waistband of
my pants. His exposed skin felt hot against the thin fabric of my
top, his nose tracing down the side of my face before whispering
against my ear that it was time to head upstairs.

My heart thundered in my chest. Excitement
grew in my loin. The swarm of butterflies he created and fed with
his aroma invaded every buried and recognizable space in my body
until, finally, my entire being seemed to vibrate in his touch. At
last I was going to be alone with Max. He nudged his body against
my backside as he let out a low, warm exhale across my neck. It was
enough of a bump toward the stairway to steer me up to his
bedroom…and my waiting sexy black lingerie.

The stairs seemed to work in our favor. Max
held my shoulders from behind as we climbed. His hands, hot against
my top, scorched through to my skin. With every step I took, every
time I grabbed the railing and pulled, I felt the need to move
faster. It registered up through the muscles in my legs and
encouraged chills to rush my skin.

Once at the top of the stairs Max pushed his
entire
body against my backside. He cleared my hair away
from my neck and pressed his warm lips against my spine. His nose
dragged and inhaled my flesh while his warm lips kissed their way
up to the base of my scalp. Chills were followed by a rippling need
that flooded my soul and I spun around to face him. Max’s hands
swam down to my lower back before he caught the back of my thigh
and pulled my leg up to wrap around his hip. He swayed, dipping
just low enough to catch my other leg and swing it around his waist
too. I crossed my ankles and let him hold me up with his hands
supporting me under my ass.

I pushed my mouth hard against his,
needingly tasting every desire between us. I tangled my hands into
his thick, black hair. He shuffled and pushed me against the wall
next to his bedroom door. My back landed hard against the wall and
my breath caught as he pressed against me, wedging me in a
delicious moment of complete bliss. His hands cradled my cheeks as
he tasted, licked, and consumed me. His hips swayed and drove
upward before he regrouped all of his urges and repeated every
movement. I rocked against him, losing my breath with the momentum
building between us.

“You’re so fucking hot, Wilson,” Max growled
as he abandoned my mouth and kissed his way over to my earlobe.

“Will you make love to me all night long?” I
asked, huffing in rhythm with our momentum.

“God, you drive me crazy. You know I will.
I’ll make love to you all…night…long,” he said in whispered pants
that were synchronized with each thrust. He dropped his mouth to my
chest, his tongue tasting the swell of my breast.

“Take me to bed,” I gasped.

Max regained his grip on my butt as his
other hand pulled the door open. He carried me into his room with
my arms wrapped around his neck and my face buried against his
clavicle. He laid me down on his bed before pulling away to look at
me. I was ready, willing, and able to have him make love to me.