He took one final brush against her body before dragging his hand back down her thigh and leaning forward to take her lips again. He kissed her more forcefully this time, putting some of his need into the motion. Maxine relaxed further in his arms, all the tension gone from her body as she accepted his lead.
When he finally drew back she gasped for air then stared at him.
“What?”
“You made me totally forget where I was.” She glanced around again and laughed softly. “I’ve never done anything like that in public before.”
“I should have made you climax.”
“Ryan!” She wiggled off his lap but moved her chair to remain close enough to touch. “You’re such a joker.”
Really? He cupped her chin and lifted her face toward him. “Sweetheart, when it comes to giving you pleasure, I’m not kidding.” He watched her bite her bottom lip again as the thought of what he suggested registered more fully. Damn it, the need to take her home and bury himself in her warmth grew by the minute. “What are you doing tonight?” His voice was deeper than usual, his desire strong and clear.
Maxine’s eyes grew wide at the intent of his words and she licked her lips before her gaze darted away from him. “I’ve got a family thing. The nieces and aunts are doing a girl’s only spa night.”
Fuck. “Tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “Gramma’s got people coming over to go through photo albums. And Thursday I’m making cards with the kids.” He couldn’t stop his laughter from escaping. She smiled back at him. “It’s like a conspiracy, isn’t it?”
“Your family makes a damn fine chaperone, even when they aren’t around. That’s okay. We’ll get out. Friday? Saturday? Pick a night and block it off for me. In the meantime, coffee tomorrow?”
She nodded. “I’d like that very much. Ryan, thanks for being so understanding.” She leant over to pick up her purse from where it had fallen on the ground. The rounds of her ass cheeks pressed her skirt and his cock throbbed against the zipper of his pants.
Hell, he was going to be fucking his fist again tonight.
Chapter Seven
Ryan paced toward his brother’s room. The nurses at their station waved a greeting, but he barely noticed. Even the one who’d been flirting with him on a steady basis got no more than a quick nod when he passed her in the hallway.
It was all he could do to put one foot in front of the other without thoughts of Maxine interrupting his concentration. He had it fucking bad for her, and there seemed to be no relief in sight. Their weekend date had been canceled when her cousin Maxella’s kids all broke out with chicken pox, and she got called in as back-up baby sitter. Then she had an appointment out of town on Monday, and tonight he had meetings all evening. It was enough to drive a man to drink, except he’d sworn to never use alcohol to deal with stress. There was no way he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps.
He stopped in the visitor’s room and hauled out his cell phone. There was enough time to spare to pin her down for this weekend. The answering machine kicked in, and Ryan heard the mind-numbing tones of automation instead of Maxine’s sultry voice. Finally—he’d been after her to change her response to a safer, more generic one.
“Five-five-five-six-one-nine-seven is not available. Please leave a message.”
“Hey, Max, it’s Ryan. Glad to hear the answering machine. While I’d prefer—”
“Hello?” Max cut in with a gasp. “Ryan? Is that you?”
“It’s me. You screening your calls or did you run for the phone?” She sounded breathless. There was a suspiciously long pause before Maxine replied, and Ryan’s curiosity grew. What was she up to? He’d never had a relationship like this before. There was something growing between them, something other than the pulsing desire he had to carry her into the bedroom and possess her for days without coming up for air.
“Someone’s fax machine keeps going off in my ear. It’s annoying, so I changed the settings like you told me. Now I can wait to see if it’s a real person before picking up.”
“Good for you. I’ve had a machine shriek in my ear before and it’s a pain. Heads-up, we’re done with most of your security install. It’ll be completed by Saturday. How about I come over Friday night to show you the ropes? I’ll sweeten the pot and bring dinner.” Between his commitment to drop in on Carl, and the family emergencies keeping Maxine running in circles, they’d canceled dates too many times. He was getting desperate to see her again.
To taste her again.
“I’d like that.” Maxine’s soft response sent a shot of lust through him. “Wait, the system is ready this soon? I thought it would take much longer for a house this size.”
It should have taken longer but he’d ridden herd on the team to get everything in place as quickly as possible. Maxine might protest if she knew he’d worked everyone overtime, but there was no way he wanted her in the house without the system up and running for any longer than necessary. Especially since someone had already broken in.
“Things worked out well and we’re done. I’ll see you…at five? I’ll be there with the crew.”
She agreed and he headed to Carl’s room with a lighter step than before.
“Hello, Ryan.”
Carl stared at the wall beside him as Ryan shrugged out of his coat. “Hey, buddy. How are you today?”
“Good. I want to show you something.” Carl wheeled over to his desk and lifted a…thing…into the air.
Ryan stepped closer and tried to figure out what it was. “Interesting.”
“I made it.”
“Right on.” Still uncertain what the object was, Ryan figured the effort was worth something.
“For you.”
Ryan nodded slowly. “That’s very considerate. Thanks.”
Carl put it back on the desk and wheeled to his bookcase. He pulled out a familiar story they’d read a thousand times already. Ryan struggled with the thoughts racing through his mind. It was difficult to go from wanting nothing to do with family to being the only family a person had. He had come to care for the youth. Hell, he certainly felt responsible for him, but he didn’t quite know how to do this sibling thing yet.
And now with Maxine… Ryan was drawn to her, in spite of her relatives controlling so much of her life. She was attempting to spread her wings, and he’d love to be the one to help her explore the world outside Turner Territory, as she called it.
But he refused to allow his growing connection with Carl to suffer. The tightness in his shoulders increased. He couldn’t bring Maxine to see Carl without worrying about the repercussions if things didn’t end up long term with her. Somehow he suspected if he mentioned Carl she’d want to meet him and that was impossible right now. Even talking about Carl seemed totally unfair to Maxine, who needed another responsibility like she needed a hole in the head.
As much as he wished he could mesh the two areas of his life where his heart and mind were focused, he couldn’t see any way to make a balance that wouldn’t hurt someone in the end. Between wanting to do what was right by Carl and wanting Max—fuck it.
He accepted the book Carl offered and sat back to finish his visit. He’d try to come up with a solution another day, right now it was Franklin time again.
Ryan was on his way out the door when one of Carl’s regular caregivers caught him. “I need to speak to you.”
They sat in the small reception room at the front of the home, cheerful pictures and bright pillows contrasting with the gloomy expression on Shannon’s face. She hemmed and hawed a few times then sighed. “I’m sorry to tell you I’ve given my notice. I’ll be leaving in two weeks.”