“Yes, you are.” He played with her ear. “Even your ear is perfect.”
“No, it’s not.” But she felt her body flushing as she spoke.
“Yes, Sophie, you are.” He kissed her ear and then her nose. “Sometimes I wonder if you know just how beautiful you are.”
“That’s what every guy says. You don’t have to lie, Max. We’ve already had sex.” She tried to pull away from him remembering that Joseph had said the same sort of flowery words to Ella.
Maxwell sighed and took her hands in his. “Your hands are cold.” He rubbed them in his and then stared into her eyes. Sophie tried to avert her gaze but she couldn’t. Something about the emotions reflected there made her hold her breath. “I love you, Sophie.” His words were low, as if he were trying them out for the first time.
“What?” She looked at him in amazement, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
“I love you, Sophie.” He paused. “I love every hair on your body, every single part of you and I cannot live without you.” He held a finger up to her mouth, as she was about to speak. “No, let me finish first. I’m sorry for my reaction last night. You see, I didn’t think you could love me as I love you. I know that some college guy broke your heart and I didn’t want to be second best. But I’m okay with that, Sophie. I just need to be with you. And maybe one day, you can grow to love me as I love you. Maybe one day, we’ll be the family that everyone wants. You, me and the baby. I think I love you enough to make it happen. I love you enough to be happy with whatever you can give me. But I can’t stay away. Not anymore. I’ve tried, by God, I’ve tried. But I can’t do it any longer. I don’t want to. I want you to marry me, Sophie. Please. I want you to be my wife.” He removed his finger and stared at her shocked face. “You can talk now.” He half laughed.
“You told me you didn’t want to get married,” she spoke the first words that came to her mouth.
“There was a reason for my saying that Sophie, not something I want to get into now. But I thought that it would be best if I stayed single.” He paused as she spoke again.
“But you were engaged to Alexis? And isn’t she the love of your life?” Sophie’s voice broke as she spoke. “You don’t have to marry me just because I got pregnant, Max.” She looked down to her lap.
“I don’t know how you know I was engaged to Alexis.” There was a frown in Max’s voice, “But that ended a long time ago. And no, she was never and will never be the love of my life.”
“I don’t understand.” Sophie looked up at him. “I thought you loved her.”
“Oh, Sophie.” Maxwell grabbed her into his arms. “I love you more than life itself, please know that. I’ve loved you for a long time.” He stared into her eyes. “It’s not something I’m proud of Sophie, but I’ve loved you far longer than you know.”
“Really?” Sophie’s heart was beating rapidly and she suddenly felt like electricity was running through her veins. “You really love me?” She sounded delirious and hopeful.
“Yes, Sophie. I love you.” He looked at her furtively. “And I hope that one day you will love me half as much as I love you.”
“But, I already told you yesterday that I love you, Max.”
“You’re still getting over the guy you wrote the poems for, Sophie. I don’t know if what you are feeling is real or a rebound crush.” He sighed and looked dejected.
Sophie laughed and then caressed his face as he stared at her with pain in his eyes. “Oh my darling Max, you are the guy in my journal. It’s always been you. Only you.”
“What?” He looked at her in shock.
“I’ve loved you forever, Max. Maybe before I was even born.” She grinned at him.
“Are you joking?” He looked at her searchingly. “I’m the guy in the journal?”
“Yes.” She laughed. “You are the subject of many poems.”
“No way.” He laughed and sat back. “Tell me one.”
“A dark one or a happy one.” She sat back and snuggled into his arms.
“Your favorite one.” He put his arm around her and drew her in closer to him. “Tell me your favorite one.”
“Okay.” She bit her lip. “It’s a bit dark but it always makes me think of you.”
“I’m waiting,” he teased her and kissed her head.
“Ok, here goes.” She licked her lips and tried to remember all of the words before she recited:
He walks like a jaguar
Proud, beautiful, sleek,
And all I can think is how I want him to jump, attack, prowl
Hold me captive underneath him,
Eyes glaring, heart beating, saliva dripping.
I want to be his prey,
Worthy of his appetite,
Delicious to his smell,
Tasty to his touch,
I want him to devour me with his teeth.
And if for just one moment our eyes connect,
I want him to pause, to think, to wonder
Who I am, where I am, how I am,
And for just one second he will wait and debate
Before he sinks his teeth in and takes me to be his forever
Her voice trailed off as she finished reciting the poem that held her deepest and darkest thoughts about the man sitting next to her. The car was silent for the next minute and Sophie started to feel embarrassed.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“That was wonderful, Sophie.” He turned to her with admiration. “You’re a brilliant writer. I loved the imagery.” He gazed into her eyes. “I want to want to eat you right now to figure out if you are as sweet as you seem.”
Sophie flushed at his innuendo but replied with a smirk. “You know how sweet I am already.”
He grinned at her and licked his lips. “Oh yes, I do. And I’m hungry for some of that sweetness right now.”
“You’ll have to wait.” She smiled sweetly at him.
“You think so?” He arched an eyebrow at her.
“Yes,” she squeaked out, hoping he would hop on the floor and spread her legs and go to town.
“Maybe you’re right.” He grinned at her and moved his hand to her breast. “I’ll just have to get a different kind of sweetness instead.” He lifted her t-shirt up and popped her breasts out of her bra before bending his head. He sucked on one nipple while he rolled her other nipple between his fingers. She groaned and threw her head back. Her breasts were especially sensitive and she could feel herself growing wet.
“I love it when you moan,” he whispered up to her. “It makes me grow hard just hearing your voice.”
“Really?” Sophie whispered back to him. Max took her hand and placed it on his cock; she could feel how hard it was through his pants. She rubbed her hand back and forth and grinned as she felt it wiggle.
“Don’t do that unless you want me to fuck you in the back seat.” He growled at her and she continued rubbing. “I see what you want.” He reached over and pulled her onto his lap and she laughed with delight. “Sit up a second.” He ordered her and she sat forward. He reached around, unzipped her pants, and pulled them, along with her thong down to her ankles. He then unbuckled and unzipped himself and sat her back down. She felt his hard cock between her legs and she moved back and forth on him slowly, enjoying the feel of his hardness next to her pussy. “This feels like heaven,” he whispered into her ear as he reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers.
“Yes, it does,” she whispered back and started moving back and forth a little bit faster.
“I want to make love to you now,” he growled and moved her forward quickly before pushing his cock into her. She sat up slowly and guided her hips back and forth so that she was riding him slowly, and deeply. “Oh that feels so good, Sophie.”
She felt him start to move his hips back and forth so that his cock was slamming into her faster and his fingers were pinching her nipples with intensity. “Touch yourself,” he ordered her.
“What?” she squealed unsure of what he was asking her to do. He grabbed her hand and placed it next to her pussy. He grabbed two of her fingers and rubbed it over her clit. She felt her body tremble as he guided her fingers back and forth on her clit. The pressure of his cock inside her and the intense feeling of both of their fingers rubbing against her was too much and Sophie felt herself come hard on his cock.