Something Wonderful (13 page)

“Thank you. That was so sweet of you.” Jenna stood up. “Stay here.” She went into her room and came back holding a wrapped box.

“That’s not for me, is it?” I asked worriedly. Jenna’s parents had already given me a gift certificate to Nordstrom.

Handing it to me she said, “It’s from Matthew. He told me to give it to you after he left. It was difficult to hide it from you. First, I hid it in the kitchen and then I brought it to my room when you weren’t looking.”

“Sneaky,” I said, referring to her. “But I didn’t get him anything.”

“You can always take him out to eat. After all, that’s what friends do.”

There was something mischievous about Jenna’s tone or was it just me freaking out?

“Well I think this was one of the best Christmases ever. I got to spend it with my three favorite people and my parents.” Jenna reached down to give me a hug. “Merry Christmas, Becky.”

“Merry Christmas, Jenna.” I hugged her back.

“Anyway,” she started heading to her room. “I’m meeting Max and his parents for Christmas dinner tomorrow night. Matthew will be there too, of course. Do you want to come?”

“No!” That came out short and quick. “I mean no, thanks. I have things to do.” I quickly diverted the subject. “Are your parents going too?”

“Max asked me if I wanted to invite them, but I thought it would be too soon.”

“Yeah. I understand.” I looked at the gift I was holding, wondering what he got me. A book?

Jenna swung her door open. Before she could enter I asked her a question. “Did you get your gift from Max?”

“Yesss,” she replied, sounding more than a little happy. “He got me a diamond pendant and matching earrings. Now I don’t have to borrow yours.”

“That’s one expensive gift. He did great. I approve, but you can borrow my fake ones any time.”

“It really was sweet of him, but I think it’s too much.”

“Nah, he’s got tons of money. He should shower you with tons of gifts.”

“Becky, you know I’m not comfortable with that, especially when I can’t give him equally in return.”

“So what did you end up getting him?” Recalling the conversation Jenna and I had about what to get Max for Christmas. What do you give to a person who has everything?

“I got him an engraved picture frame with a picture of us, some dress shirts and ties. I know, I know… lame, but it was so hard to shop for him.”

“I can imagine,” I muttered. “I think he would love anything you give him, even if you tied yourself with a pretty bow and walked in naked.”

“Becky,” she squealed.

I loved making her blush. It was the cutest thing to see. Jenna had that angelic appearance. With the right makeup, she could look like a sexy vixen, but she could never act like one. She was too innocent and sweet.

“I’m just saying. He would love that lingerie I bought for you. It’s just as much his gift as it is yours,” I reminded.

“Good night,
Becca
.” She giggled and shut the door behind her.

Shaking my head, I let out a breath. I knew sooner or later, she would tease me about that. Deciding to open the card first, I pulled it out of the envelope.

Becca,

I can’t believe you don’t have one!

Hope this comes in handy when you’re reading all those manuscripts.

Don’t read on the computer. It’s bad for your eyes.

You owe me lunch or a trip to Victoria’s Secret.

Your friend who actually works.

I guessed it was an e-reader and I was right. His gift and words touched my heart deeply. On Christmas Eve, he showed me how sweet and caring he could be, but that wasn’t the first time. There was a side to him some lucky girl would get to see often, if she was his. Tonight he stole a bit more of my heart, though I had not wanted to give it to him.

M
AX AND
I
HAD
been texting back and forth, trying to figure out if Becky and Matthew had something going on last night. When I had asked her about it on Christmas Eve, she claimed they were just friends. Matthew was smooth and charming, just like Max. I only hoped he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Becky or ruin their friendship.

We had a wonderful Christmas at Max’s parents’ house. His parents and Matthew were a joy to be around. Carlos, their Italian chef, cooked up a delicious meal as usual, and we ate till we were stuffed. After dinner, we exchanged Christmas presents. Max and I left before midnight to head home.

“What are you thinking about, Max?” I asked, as we were lying shoulder to shoulder on the bed, too tired to even get undressed. Holding up my arm, he caressed my skin gently while moving idly back and forth, causing a tingling sensation.

Max had opened the curtain, providing us with romantic lighting. Though it was dark, the lights reflecting inside his bedroom were just enough to see each other clearly.

Releasing my arm, he turned toward me. “I’m thinking about how lucky I am. I never believed true love existed, until I met you.” His hands slowly laced through my hair as he continued. “I didn’t think it was possible to love anyone so much. You come first, Jenna. Every morning I wake up happy, knowing I get to hear your voice. I look forward to the moments I get to hold you in my arms. Sometimes I feel I don’t deserve you, but you make me want to be a better man. I’m going to show you that I can be worthy of your love, worthy of those lips.” He sensually caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. “Worthy of your smile,” he moaned as he glided his thumb to my upper lip, then ever so slowly down to the middle of my chest. My heart was thumping mercilessly from his feather-light touch, anticipating what he would do. “Worthy of this gorgeous body that commands me to do whatever it wants and needs.” Then his hand softly stroked my cheek. “I’m going to show you that I can be worthy of you every single day.”

Feeling his words fill my heart, I replied while caressing his face. “Love changes you in ways you didn’t expect, molds you to be a better person, and opens your heart to something wonderful. You are my something wonderful, Max. You have given me all that and so much more. I can’t possibly put it into words.”

“Jenna,” My name rolled off his tongue, sounding so hot and sexy. His eyes grew wicked, full of want and need. I knew that look. Oh God! I could almost feel his hands all over me, my body surrendering to him. I could practically feel him inside me, exploding with pleasure. “I’m going to show you how worthy I can be.” That was all it took for me to become completely unraveled. ‘Take me now!’ I silently pleaded.

Sliding one arm around my back, he pulled me closer. Max softly kissed my lips, taking his time as his hand explored from my neck, over my breast, down my side, and to my thigh. Lifting the hem of my dress, he tugged it upward and started to unbutton it as he continued to tease me with his tongue, licking, tasting, and savoring my exposed skin.

“I love this red dress on you, babe. It reminds me of the red dress you wore during the New York fashion show, not to mention the buttons in front give me easy access,” he mumbled as he moved his lips further down. “I like easy access,” he moaned pleasurably.

I barely heard his words; I was drowning in the pleasure he was giving me. Next thing I knew, he had completely unbuttoned the dress. “Babe, you have on another sexy layer.”

I opened my eyes and recoiled beneath him. I had forgotten I was wearing Becky’s gift. Shyly I said, “Compliments of Becky.” Then my finger went straight to my mouth as my face flushed with warmth. Before I realized what I had done, Max grabbed my finger and started to suck on it, sending sizzling heat down my arm.

“You’re seducing me, and you have no idea that you are doing it. Thank Becky for me. You are so beautiful and crazy sexy. I’m going to make you want to wear one of these every night.”

There were no words after that. Max crushed me with his mouth. He sucked my tongue so hard, I thought he was going to swallow me up. As he pulled my straps down slowly, he kissed and nipped at my exposed flesh. So sensual, it was driving me senseless. Slowing things down even more, he kissed my shoulder, and then lowered his lips to the base of my breast.

Anticipating what he would do next, I quivered and arched my back for him, letting him know I was ready as my nipples hardened. With his tongue, he continuously swirled around my breast, teasing me, making me moan. Then finally, the wetness of his tongue brushed over my nipples and I arched my back even more. The electrifying sensation shot between my legs so fast, I burned and ached for him.

Pulling the lingerie aside, his kisses followed down my stomach, lower and lower till I thought I’d explode when his tongue licked, flicked and stroked my clit. A whimpering sound escaped my mouth when he devoured me even more. When his finger teased my opening with fast quick strokes, I wanted to scream out loud; I was pretty sure I was drenched and beyond ready for him.

“Max,” I panted, spreading my legs further, letting him know I was anxious. Tugging his sweater, I pulled him toward me and opened my mouth to take in his lips. With my other hand, I tried to pull off his sweater. Seeing I was getting nowhere, Max lifted himself up and did what I couldn’t do. The reflected light cast perfectly on his beautiful, toned body. I couldn’t help myself as I ran my hands across the hardness of his chest.

Suddenly, Max seized both of my hands and pinned them down on either side of my head. Releasing the pressure slightly, his mouth cupped my breast and sucked until I could not handle it any longer. Screaming inside with intense pleasure, the building ache of wanting him was overpowering. “Max,” I sighed under my breath.

“You want me inside?” he taunted, hovering over me, giving me that confident smirk. He knew he had the power to seduce me, to fulfill me, to dissolve me, to take me completely.

“Yes,” I squirmed.

Max slowly moved off the bed and casually took off the rest of his clothes. Turning to me, he shifted my body so fast; I was in a ready position. After he got me completely naked, he put on a condom and anchored his body on top of mine. Brushing the hair from my face, he glided his finger over the diamond pendant necklace he had gotten me for Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he said, looking lovingly into my eyes. Again, the city lights shone dimly, reflecting in his eyes. I could see the sincerity of what he said next. “I love you, Jenna. You are my forever.”

Then…BAM! He was in me, making me gasp and suck in air. He rocked to the rhythm of our bodies pressed together as our eyes locked. Max took it slow at first, giving me that irresistible smile. When he started to pump faster, I had no control and my eyes naturally closed, as I took in all that he had to offer. He was filling me up with his love, his passion, his need…all of him. I was expanding, bursting.

Max was full of energy tonight. It seemed endless as he pounded into me again and again. Cradling me, he went deeper and faster, until I was sure the room had started to spin. His deep groan filled my ears, telling me he was at the point of no return. We were both high in the state of ecstasy, both bursting to the core…climaxing…fulfilling with no limits. Wanting to explode, my moaning grew louder.

“No one can hear you, babe. Scream louder for me,” Max said in between heavy breaths. Pushing me further up on the bed, he bent from his knees, lifting my butt with both of his hands. Half my body was on the bed; the other half lifted in the air.

As the mattress bounced and the bed frame rattled, he rocked my world to no end. Tears started to stream down from the corners of my eyes and I had no idea why. Feeling drained, but wanting more, my fingers dug into the sheets as my pulse intensified. Then my hands reached for his hard, defined chest, but I was unable to grip it. My hands didn’t belong to me anymore, neither did my body, heart or soul. Every part of me belonged to Max.

Taking all of what he was giving me, I let myself go. When Max pulled out, my body shuddered from withdrawal. Panting, Max held me to his chest and kissed my lips. “Merry Christmas, Jenna. I think I may be worthy tonight,” he chuckled softly as his naked body vibrated against mine.

“Merry Christmas, Max. You are more than worthy,” I replied out of breath, snuggling to mold my body to his, as we shared a sweet moment of laughter together.