Olivia's POV
Oh my God.
His hands between my thighs made my entire world narrow to that single point of contact. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like fireworks, and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stand there frozen as Maxwell's drunk, unfocused eyes held mine.
"Maxwell…" whispered, already out of breath.
"Say my name again. Please. Just... say my name." His voice was rough with need.
This was wrong. So wrong. He was drunk, he thought I was someone else, and I was taking advantage of his vulnerable state.
I needed to stop this, to pull away, to get him to bed and leave before I did something I couldn't take back.
But then his other hand came up to caress my neck, and he was looking at me with such raw, desperate longing that it made my chest ache.
"Please," he whispered. "Don't leave me again. Don't... don't disappear."
And then his mouth was on mine.
