Slowly her tongue darted out and she licked her lips. “Why don’t you tell me.”
The corner of his mouth curled upward. “I’m not an easy man. I have no intention of building a relationship. I’m not looking for one, and I’m not interested in anyone that is. Still interested?”
“You only think you’re not interested.” She lifted the glass to her dampened lips and smiled. “Your problem is, you haven’t found the right woman.”
“And who might that woman be?”
“That’s for you to discover.”
Maxwell eased up out of his seat and came around behind Reese, helping her to her feet. Their bodies brushed. Maxwell inhaled from between clenched teeth when he felt the slight shiver run through her.
“When you play with fire, Ms. Delaware, you’re liable to get burned.”
She turned to face him and found herself breast to chest, belly to belly. To the casual observer, they appeared to be stepping into a mating dance, they were so close. Heat wafted around them.
“Let the games being,” she breathed on a husky laugh.
The ride back downtown from 128th Street in Harlem was conducted in a soothing silence, save for the smooth sounds of the local jazz station, pumping from the speakers of the gray Infiniti Q24.
Maxwell drove with the sunroof open, letting the cool summer’s night air lower his body temperature. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Reese. His large hands tightened around the wheel.
She was totally relaxed. Her head was arched slightly back against the headrest, exposing her long, chocolate neck. Her amber eyes were closed, giving her an illusion of innocence. He could almost laugh at that thought. A lot of things could be associated with Reese Delaware, but innocence was not one of them. She exuded a near lethal dose of sexuality every time she breathed. He couldn’t remember being so aware of a woman before.
He felt his resistance to her slowly peel away. But he couldn’t let that happen. Reese was interested in one thing and one thing alone—getting her story, and she’d do whatever was necessary to get it. Even sleep with him? The sudden thought rattled him. He’d been used enough to further people’s careers. He’d be damned if he’d be an easy mark again.
Maxwell turned away and poured all of his attention into getting her back to her hotel and out of his car. He continued down Seventh Avenue, tunneling all of his thoughts on the stop-and-go traffic. He was so absorbed that at first he believed the soft moans he heard were coming from the radio, until they rose to a strangled cry.
Checking traffic, he veered sharply to his right, and pulled over at the first available space. Reese was thrashing her head back and forth and moaning as if she were in extreme agony.
“Oh, dear God, make it stop,” she groaned. “Make it stop.”
“Reese.” His voice came to her like a gentle breeze in the midst of a storm. He reached out and touched her face. Her eyes flew open. Slowly she began to focus.
“It’s your head again, isn’t it?”
She could barely speak, but to nod in response would set off the jackhammers in her head again. “Yes. I…need to…take something…the pain. It’s in my room.”
“Shh. Don’t try to talk. We’ll be there in a few minutes. Just try to relax.”
Maxwell eased the car away from the curb and jetted into the flow of traffic at the first break. He maneuvered around cars, trucks, buses and yellow cabs, all the while uttering soothing words of comfort. His deep hypnotic voice acted as a balm to her throbbing head.
“As soon as I get you inside, we’ll take care of that pain. Breathe deeply in through your nose, and out through your mouth. The added pull of oxygen will help.” He glanced in her direction, pleased to see that she was following his instructions. “Do you swim?”
“As…often as I can,” she answered weakly, too exhausted to worry about where that question had come from.
“The Bahamas have some of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen,” he said in a slow, melodic tone. “The water is crystal clear. You can almost see the bottom. The waves are so gentle, they’re like a warm caress.”
Reese succumbed to the melody of his voice, allowing her mind and body to become infused with the tranquil images he’d created.
Maxwell watched her slowly begin to relax. The tension lines between her brow began to ease just as they pulled up to the hotel.
Miraculously, Maxwell found a parking space and came around to help her out. He slipped his arm around her waist and she instinctively leaned into him, letting him bear her weight.
Before they’d taken two steps, Maxwell swept her up into his arms and pushed through the revolving door. Without protest, Reese curled against him, savoring the comfort of his strength, the power of his nearness. She rested her head on his shoulder.
For a mere second, Maxwell shut his eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair, experienced the fragile delicateness of her lush body. He grew hard with desire and desperately wanted to lean downward and kiss her pain away.
“Just a few more minutes,” he whispered in her ear. “Where is your room key?”
“In my purse.”
Without losing his balance or her, he slipped her purse from her shoulder and fished out her key. He tightened his hold on her and pressed the button for the elevator.
“Where’s your medication?” he asked as soon as they were inside the suite and he had her settled on the couch.
“It’s in the medicine…cabinet,” she stammered, shutting her eyes and leaning her head against the cushions of the couch.
Maxwell returned moments later with the medication and a concerned frown.
“Percodan. This is powerful stuff.” He looked down at her and she squinted up at him to bring him into focus. “How long have you been taking it?”
“I haven’t had to take anything but over-the-counter painkillers for the past three years. But the pain got so intense since I’ve been here, I had to call my doctor in Chicago to call in a prescription.”
Maxwell walked over to the lamp that sat on the end table near the couch and turned the light off. He crossed the room and turned on the stereo, reducing the volume to a mellow level. Stepping up behind her, he placed his thumbs at her temples and slowly applied a rotating pressure.
“Just close your eyes and relax,” he coaxed. “You don’t need that medicine,” he continued in a lulling voice. “We can get rid of your pain together.”
“But…”
“Shh. Trust me, Reese,” he whispered.
“That’s the second time you called me Reese tonight,” she whispered over the pain. “I’m wearing you down,” she added languidly.
Maxwell looked down into her exquisite face. He smiled.
“Magic fingers,” she hummed deep in her throat. “Magic.”
Reese awoke sometime after 1:00 a.m. to find herself alone in the semi-darkened suite with a quilt covering her. The faint aroma of Maxwell’s distinctive scent lingered in the air. A slow smile tugged at her mouth. As much as Max tried to be the tough, unapproachable ice man there was an innate gentleness about him that warmed her as no man had been able to do before. His elusiveness was an aphrodisiac, a challenge that she couldn’t resist. To hell with getting burned.
During the two weeks they’d spent together, she’d witnessed the gradual, if not grudging, change in him. But there was so