Chapter 10

Stacy was both bewildered and enchanted. She could have objected at any time. If she had told Max she didn't want to go along with whatever he had planned, she knew he'd have taken her home again. She was curious, though, about what came next, as well as about his motive. Maybe she should take Max's advice and shake up her life a little. Setting off on a Valentine's adventure with him offered an enticing way to do it. Besides, the ride was one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her. And what could she lose except an afternoon at work?

What had prompted this change in plans? Why was he doing it? An unexpected thread of sexual excitement wiggled its way through her body.

Ohmigod!

Sex and Max? Was that even possible?

Still, as the enclosed buggy jostled along over the terrain, music drifting through the space, the memory of their kisses kept replaying in her mind. God, the man could certainly kiss. And that tongue. How would it feel on other parts of her body? Immediately, the pulse in her cunt throbbed with the intensity of a jungle drum and her nipples tightened.

Wait a minute!

Again, her brain hit the pause button.

This is Max! I don't have sexual thoughts about my best friend. What's wrong with me?

What was wrong with her was that, for the first time in three years, she saw Max as a hot man and wanted to spend hours fucking him every way possible. Ohmigod! Exactly when had that thought popped into her mind?

It was the damn kisses, she kept reminding herself. Apparently, they turned her brain into a sponge and her body into a furnace of sexual desire. Because ever since that first unexpected kiss, her body had been on full throttle, and the desire to get naked with Max and do whatever she could think of was becoming an obsession.

February in the Texas Hill Country could sometimes be very cold. Today, however, a rare warm spell made it more like fall. Through the cab window, she saw the acres of rolling green dotted with copses of trees and native shrubbery growing in wild profusion, all bathed in golden sunlight. Close to the barn, horses romped in the pasture. Now they were well past that, and the landscape was suddenly dotted with a variety of wildlife—white tail deer, squirrels, and a variety of birds.

Then Max distracted her, playing with her hair and stroking the nape of her neck, skimming the line of her jaw. When he leaned closer and tickled her ear with his tongue, desire raced through her.

Kisses. I want more of those kisses.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, Max turned her face and placed his mouth softly on hers, the touch as feathery as an angel's wing, a feather brushing across the surface of her lips. He traced the seam with the tip of his tongue, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, he thrust his tongue inside, and the kiss turned hungry and fierce.

So lost in the power of the moment, she barely noticed when he unbuttoned her jacket and slid one hand up her rib cage to cup a breast. But when a thumb rasped back and forth over the nipple, the walls of her pussy began to spasm and heat suffused her body. A tiny portion of her brain insisted she should back off, move his hand away. Only it felt so damn good, and the kissing was even better than she remembered.

"Moving too fast for you?" he asked in a rough voice.

"No." She could barely get the word out. She wanted to say if he stopped or slowed down, she'd kill him.

Max gently squeezed her breasts, and his groan vibrated through her. She danced her tongue over his, loving the taste of him. Loving his hand on her.

Just do it. Go with it.

So, she gave herself over to the feelings racing through her.

When his hand left her breast and coasted down over her hip and thigh to slide beneath her skirt, she widened her legs to give him better access. For the first time, she regretted wearing pantyhose to work, but the touch of his fingers pressing the fabric into the lips of her cunt was even more erotic than if he stroked bare skin.

They were both gasping for breath when he broke the kiss and cruised his mouth over her cheek and down to her jaw where he traced a line with his tongue.

"God, you taste delicious." His voice was deep and husky. "I'll bet your pussy tastes even better."

Oh, God!

Heat speared her, and a new flood of liquid soaked her crotch.

"Jesus!" he murmured.

Then he slipped his hand free and brought it to his nose, inhaling her essence before licking his fingers. Totally turned on by the sight, barely realizing what she was doing, she eased her hand over his thigh to find the bulge at his groin. Oh, yeah. The hard thickness of his penis pushed against the fabric and into her palm.

His hand was back beneath her skirt, rubbing her mound, when the buggy unexpectedly came to a stop and the music ceased.

Arnie's voice intruded into the intimacy of the cab. "We're here, guys."

"To be continued," Max whispered then stepped out onto the ground.

He held out his hand to her, but before she could climb down, he swept her up in his arms and pulled her tight to his body.

"Max!" she laughed. "I can walk."

"Yeah? How romantic would that be?" he teased.

Sure Arnie had some idea of what they'd been doing, she pressed her face to Max's shoulder to hide her blush.

"It's all good," he whispered.

"Where are we?" Her eyes widened as he carried her toward a rustic log cabin sitting beneath two giant oak trees.

"Line shack," he told her. "At least it was ages ago. When this place was a cattle ranch with a lot more acreage, it offered a stopping place for cowboys riding fence line or out in storms tending to the cattle."

"What is it now?"

He set her on her feet on the porch and swung the door open. "Take a look. What do you think?"