Smokescreen

My heart races because he looks apprehensively at me.

“First of all, you’re moving your office to my building. I’ve cleared half of the fourth floor for you. Security is tight and I’ll feel better if you’re close. Secondly, you’re hiring a new part-time employee. Your workload has increased to beyond a normal person’s capacity. Thirdly, I’ve already hired your new employee. And before you freak out, Laci and Landon are in agreement.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You don’t get to decide these things, Max! We’re a couple, we make these decisions together. You do not tell me what to do with my business! Remember the whole asking thing?” I struggle to push him but he tightens his hold.

“Baby, don’t fight me on this.”

“You. Are. Impossible! There is no way I’m agreeing to this.”

He ignores my rant and looks at me with such love and tenderness. “One last thing.”

“What? You going to tell me what to eat and wear too?” I spew.

“No, I’m going to tell you that we’re getting married.”

Breath leaves my body and I stare at him unbelieving.

His lips twitch and he bends down for a quick kiss. “You’re finally speechless. You’re going to marry me tomorrow.”

Tears fall out of the corners of my eyes and I shake my head slowly. “No.” My heart breaks with his declaration. This is nothing like the dream proposal I’d always envisioned.

“No? You think you have a say so? What if I told you that you are everything to me? Beginning and ending my days with you is like oxygen to my lungs. Your smile, your tears, your every breathing moment fills my body with love. There’s nothing in this world more important to me than you. In my darkest hours, when you were taken from me, when I allowed myself to think you may die, I knew I’d die with you. Your heartbeat is the lifeline to mine. Nothing and no one will ever know the depths of my love and adoration for you. People may say you are perfect for me, but to me you’re just perfect. Everything about you is flawless. I won’t and I can’t live another day on this earth without you being my wife.”

“Oh my God,” I say as the tears continue to flow. This time they are due to my complete awe of this man.

“Yeah, babe, I thank God every day for you. But as I said, you have no say so. Tomorrow you become Mrs. Maxwell McCoy.” He moves slightly and digs in his pocket. When his hand covers mine, he effortlessly slips a ring on my finger.

“I love you, Stella Sullivan, and I need you to be my wife. Say yes.”

“Yes.” The breath catches in my throat.

“That’s my girl.” His mouth captures mine in a scorching kiss as our bodies grind together.

Before I can respond, his hands delicately run up my sides, taking my sweater with them. I pull, yank, and push at our clothes until we’re both fully naked and he’s braced over me.

“I’ll love you until the last breath leaves my body, promise me you’ll love me too.” He sinks into me and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Forever,” is my only response as he glides in and out.

No more words are spoken as we lock eyes and move together. His mouth skims my neck, kissing a path to one hardened nipple. Sucking lightly, he marks me then moves to the other. “The thought of never having this beautiful body again, crippled me. The sounds you make, the way your body fits mine, the feeling of being inside you. I was a dying man. But tonight you have made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I thought nothing could top the day you walked into my boardroom, but I was wrong.”

Sobs escape my throat and I bury my head in his neck, reeling in the rawness of his confession. “I love you so much it hurts,” I whisper.

Hands go to my scalp and he pulls me back, touching his forehead to mine. We don’t talk as he makes love to me slowly. With each stroke, ecstasy builds. Being without him has been torture and my body cries in relief. My hips grind into his, creating a rhythm. Both of us become breathless as we chase our release.

I break our stare as my eyes roll back. The vision in my head of us connected as Max pumps into me causes a whimper. His hard, tight chest rubs against mine and I arch further into him. He picks up speed, and slams into me over and over. Without warning he stops and pulls me back. In one swift move he’s sitting with me still connected to him.

My eyes fly open and meet his hungry stare. I feel every inch of him hard and pulsing. The scorching heat from his gaze sends a thrill through me and I push my whole body into him.

“Look down Stella, watch as you take every fucking inch of me inside with each thrust.”

I do as he says and watch the most erotic sight in my life. His hands grip my hips and he rotates under me. The new movement touches me deeper and I clutch his shoulders tight, trying to hold on. The familiar burn that only Max can elicit starts to build. My body gets so hot, I feel like bursting into flames. Moans escape from my lips and I throw my head forward.

He knows when I’m close because my muscles go tight and he kisses me lightly. “Let go, Bella, I’m with you.”

I arch into him one more time then cry out as the orgasm takes over my body. Black spots cloud my vision and he goes faster, causing me to come again. I shatter against him in pleasure, screaming his name. He twitches slightly and then attaches his mouth to my neck, no doubt marking me there too. Slamming into me once more, his breathing deepens and he growls as he comes, pouring into me.

I sit back slightly, and kiss a trail along his jaw. “That was amazing.” My voice is barely a whisper.