Page 34 of Be My Baby
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’ll put the garage door up. Drive right in and park next to my car, then press the button near the doorway into the house to close it. Just come straight down to my room.”
A soft, halting intake of air, then, “All good. See you in a few.”
The line went dead and she jiggled in the bed for a few moments, delight that he was actually on his way spiralling awareness and goosebumps all through and over her. She stopped her happy dance in the bed.
“Ooh! Bathroom break.”
She sat up and rushed through into her ensuite, then stopped at the sight of herself in the huge vanity mirror opposite when she hit the overhead light. She stared at her suddenly wide eyes and raised a shaking hand to her mouth.
“Oh, shit.”
Max Jameson was coming over.
To have sex with her.
*
Max pushed thebutton Millie mentioned and he watched, satisfied, as the panel roller door rumbled downward. A slight smile tilted his mouth as he looked at his Jeep sitting next to Millie’s cute little Beetle car.
BrightpinkBeetle.
The smile broadened to a grin. Her favourite colour was bright, hot pink. He let himself into the house through the connecting door that led past the laundry and kitchen, taking his shoes off and placing them on the rack before he went any farther.
His sock-covered feet made no sound at all on the soft carpet as he headed toward her bedroom doorway.
He breathed deeply and closed his eyes momentarily, desperately seeking control. He clenched his shaking hands into fists and shook them out as he reached the open doorway.
Millie wouldn’t want to see him freaking out. She’d take it that he didn’t want to do this, when the opposite was what was sending his body into meltdown.
Oh, how he wanted—no,needed—to get his hands on her.
To touch her, taste her…feelher.
He rounded the doorway and pasted a smile on his mouth. Hopefully it looked somewhat normal.
His gaze landed on Millie herself sitting up in the middle of the bed, the doona puddled around her hips.
Oh, good God.
He let himself look. The dim light of the lamp showed her beautiful body in dips and shadows, curves and hollows. Everywhere he looked, his eyes feasted.
His heart galloped, his breathing suddenly short.
An awkward but welcoming smile flickered on her lush mouth. He jerked forward, as if drawn by an invisible thread toward her. He couldn’t help it, his gaze dropped to the parts of her that were visible.
A simple negligee hung from tiny shoestring straps on her shoulders. He couldn’t tell the exact colour in the dim light, but it was pale. Lacy and elegant, it almost looked as if she wasn’t wearinganything.
If he hadn’t already been aroused beyond belief, due to the reason he’d been on his way to see her at such an early hour, that thought would’ve sent him over the edge.
Max swallowed, trying to moisten his dry throat.
“Heya, Mil,” he managed.
That was good. He’d made words. And they could be understood.
The smile stopped flickering and stayed on her mouth. “Hey, Max.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I, um, where would you like me to put my clothes?”