Page 168 of Lovers Like Us

My goal isn’t to sexually frustrate him or me. We’re on route to Boulder for the next tour stop, but Colorado is still hours away. I could blow him in the bathroom again, but the only time we did that, a fight erupted withCharlie.

I feel his muscles flex against my firm body. “I can leave if you’restruggl—”

“I’m not, thanks forasking.”

I roll my eyes but they land on his gaze that’s fucking me hard.Damn, Maximoff.I inhale a shallowbreath.

Thing is, if I left this bunk, I’d just want toreturn.

There’s not much more I can do about the stalker. I’ve hit a wall. Now that I’ve searched all the NDAs, the tech team is tracking everyone I flagged. They’ll notify me if Jason Motlic, Vincent Webber, or the other top-listed suspects are in the same city asMaximoff.

What I can do: wait for the stalker to make amistake.

My hand ascends to his deltoids, then neck, and my mouth skims his as I speak. “It’sunderstandable.”

Maximoff pulls closer. “Whatis?”

“You,” I whisper, “finding me irresistible.” I break into a wide smile as he growls out hisaggravation.

He also bucks into my waist, grinding against my pelvis for friction—fucking hell.I clutch his ass, and our mouths collide. He tries to shift on top of me,fuckfuck.I use my strength and pin him to my chest. Keeping us on oursides.

Not here, wolfscout.

I bite his lip, and his musclescontract.

“Fuck,” he breathes against myneck.

My veins pulse, and I’m breathing just as heavily. Shit, this is more difficult than Ithought.

“Movie,” he tellsme.

I nod, but like our last six attempts, only our eyes move. On the flip-out TV, we watch college-aged guys play baseball, set in 1980. Not a lot of action, no superpowers or carchases.

“I’m surprised you like this movie,” I tell him. Apparently he’s seen it a “billion” times but he wanted to see it again withme.

Maximoff licks his lips a few times, like he still feels me on them. “One of the main actors was onTeen Wolf.” There we go. “And he’s fuckinghot.”

“Which one?” I wait for Maximoff to point him out, but he just groans, frustrated, his hands gripping tighter on my waist andneck.

“Stop, fucking stop,” he almost growls. “You can’t do that thing with yourfingers.”

My smile stretches. I’m gliding my hand in and out of his thick hair. Basically giving him a head massage. “What about now?” I clutch his jaw, his breath shallows.No.Then his neck, and he tries andalmostshifts ontop.

I hold his jaw again, my blood on fire. Muscles burning, my cock is dying to harden. “Maximoff,” I breathe. His aggression is fucking killing me. It takes all my energy not to arch into him for that mind-numbingfriction.

His eyes devour me whole. “Why am I so fucking attracted to you?” His ankle strokes mycalf.

We pull each othercloser.

I skim his cheekbones. “If you want me to list the reasons, wolf scout, we’ll be here forhours—”

Ajingle bellnoise cuts me off and kills the mood. He doesn’t tell medon’t answer.Maximoff even finds my phone beneath the pillow and hands it tome.

The stalker is a good distraction for us right now. But I never look forward to dissecting these goryphotos.

I click into theaccount.

Shit.