Page 15 of Together Again

Isaac

DidI just ask a man I met less than twenty-four hours ago to come back to my hotel room with me? Shit, I think I did.

Not that I regretted it. In fact, my body was humming with anticipation of what was about to happen. What I said to Max was the truth. We could give each other what we were each willing to offer, no strings attached.

I’d spent all of my life being careful about what I did, what I said, and who I said it to. On the few occasions I trusted someone with my truth, the consequences had been irreversible. But on this day a few days away from Christmas in New York, thousands of miles away from home and with this incredible man, I could be Isaac for just one night.

The cab stopped, but we weren’t in front of my hotel. Max asked me to wait while he went to pick up something for later. I couldn’t help but look at his jean-clad ass as he walked toward the shop.

Very shortly, I was going to have my hands on that ass—minus the jeans, of course. I started to feel my own jeans tighten and had to put a damper on my thoughts so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

Max came back minutes later with a blue paper bag with a logo I didn’t recognize.

“What did you get us?” I asked.

“I am delivering on my promise of cookie dough.” Max handed me the bag so I could peek inside.

“For us and how many people?” I laughed at the ridiculous number of small jars inside the bag.

“I chose my favorite,” he said.

I could see his face go red even in the dark light of the cab.

“I have a lot of favorites. Sue me.” With an indignant shrug, he put his arms around me.

“No need. I’ll just try them all. Might take me all night.” I teased.

Max turned his head to look at me, and his brown eyes were blazing. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to take the cookie dough from me or smear it all over my body before he licked it clean.

I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat, feeling hot all over and in need to discard a few layers of clothing. Hell, maybe even a cold shower before I could look at Max’s dark eyes again.

Fortunately, the hotel wasn’t far, so once we paid the fare, we thanked the driver for our double-stop journey and went inside.

There were a few people waiting for the elevator, so since my room was only one floor up, I pulled Max toward the stairs. We’d climbed around ten steps when Max came closer and declared in my ear that it was unacceptable that we were taking the stairs since he was hoping to push me against the wall of the elevator and kiss me hard. When I groaned at his comment, he did just that, pushing me against the wall and kissing me…hard.

“Jeez, Max. You’re going to have me naked before we get to the room.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He grabbed my hand just like when we left the Empire State Building and pulled me toward the door leading to the corridor.

My brain was clearly in a lust fog because I couldn’t remember the room number or where I put the key. I sighed in frustration, so Max once again pinned me against the wall.

“You seem to enjoy this position.” He smirked as he opened my coat to look for the room key while touching and teasing his way around my body.

“Nhnn, Maaax,” I moaned, pushing against his hand to get more friction.

“Got it.” He held the key up. “2011, let’s go,” he said, pulling my hand with such urgency I nearly lost my footing.

It was good to know I wasn’t the only one in danger of spontaneous combustion.

No sooner were we in the room than I found myself pinned against the closed door, again.

Max wasn’t taking prisoners as he simultaneously pushed his body to mine to keep me in place against the wall and used one hand to pull on my hair and tilt my head up so he could kiss the hell out of me while his other hand was busy removing my coat.

With the coat gone, he proceeded to remove my sweater and open the buttons on my shirt.

“Isaac,” Max whispered in between kissing and licking a path from my collar to my neck and up to my ear. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you sleeping on the hospital bed.”

“That’s a bit creepy.” I wanted to laugh but struggled to keep a steady voice. Max’s lips on my skin, each kiss, each lick, each nibble was threatening to make me jump out of my own body in the most delicious way.