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“Mr. USA”

Rating: M/L ADULT
Summary: The “Mr. USA” Competition of 2003 has just begun! Hundreds of gorgeous, sexy men will compete for the title. One of these men is Max Evans. With a killer body and drop-dead-gorgeous smile, Max is expected to win. But while traveling to an exotic island for a photo shoot, Max finds himself stranded on a strange island after a plane crash. There’s no food and no shelter. The only people there are Max and his new PR, Liz Parker, a woman he just can’t understand. As the two spend more time together, Max discovers that there’s a burning passion hidden beneath her cold facade and Liz discovers that behind that beautiful face is a man with a heart, a heart she finds herself wanting to be hers.
Disclaimer: The author of this fan fiction does not own any aspect of Roswell. Those rights belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB, UPN, 20th Century Fox, etc. Disclaimer added by moderator.

PART ONE

“I would greatly appreciate it if you would put some clothes on, Mr. Evans.”

Max stopped his push-ups just long enough to throw his new PR agent, Liz Parker, a scowl. Not only had she come marching in, interrupting his work-out session, but she had the nerve to try to order him around! If his modeling agency hadn’t insisted that she was the best there was and that he desperately needed her to win the “Mr. USA 2003 Competition,” Max would have thrown her uptight ass right out the door. From the second he had met her cold-as-ice eyes, Max had known that they wouldn’t get along very well.

Shaking his head, Max continued his work-out. “Look, Liz, you were the one who came here and interrupted me. I’m doing something here. What do you want?”

Liz clenched her fingers, trying to control her anger. Models were all the same, cocky and arrogant; it was a shame that Max wasn’t any different. “We need to discuss your outfits for the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition.’ You’re free tonight; why don’t we go to Romeo’s Tux tonight to pick out a tuxedo for the formal wear session?”

“I can’t. I have a date.” That was a lie, but little Miss Prissy didn’t need to know that.

Liz sighed, restraining herself from rolling her eyes. “No, you don’t. I know your whole schedule, what you’re doing every single second of the day because I’m the one who plans it. You don’t have a date with anyone tonight except for me!”

The second those words came out of her mouth, Liz regretted it.

Max paused and stood up, looming a good five inches above Liz. Smiling his gorgeous smile, he leaned down, his face centimeters from hers. “Well, well. Liz, if you wanted me that badly, all you had to do was ask.”

And before she knew it, Max’s lips were on hers. Fireworks exploded as desire coursed through Liz’s body. Never had it been like this. She was burning, melting into a pool of desire. Not even conscious of her actions, Liz wound her arms around Max’s neck, laying her body flush up against his hard one. It felt so good.

Max was shocked as hell at Liz’s wanton reaction. She was no longer ice, but fire, burning in his arms. Her small body seemed to fit perfectly with his, her breasts squeezed against his bare chest, her flat stomach cushioning his hardening manhood. He couldn’t believe the reaction he was having to her. Never before, had desired erupted so quickly; it was like a forest fire ripping through his veins. Without thinking, one of Max’s large hands crept its way up her side, cupping her full breast.

Liz moaned, pushing herself further into Max’s hand. She was out of control and she didn’t give a shit. Her tongue explored every centimeter of Max’s warm mouth, her taste buds on overload.

Quickly, Max gave her breast one last squeeze before maneuvering it under her cardigan. Her skin was on fire, burning his hand as it traveled up to her naked flesh. Groaning, Max tweaked her hard nipple. Once. Twice.

“Oh, yes!” Liz cried into Max’s mouth.

Oh, no. It was her passion-drugged words that shocked Max back into reality. Abruptly, he jerked himself away from her, nearly throwing Liz onto the floor. What was he thinking? This was Liz, snobby, wouldn’t-know-fun-if-it-hit-her-in-the-face Liz! Max stared at Liz, not knowing what to say. For a brief moment, he could have sworn that he saw hurt in her doe eyes. But he must have been mistaken because when he blinked, all he saw was the same old emptiness in those cold brown depths.

Devoid of any emotion, she said, “I’ll pick you up tonight at your apartment at 7 sharp. Eat first.” And with those cold words, she walked gracefully out of the room.

Max couldn’t believe his eyes. Just a few minutes ago, she was ready and willing in his arms, and now, she was back to being Ms. Ice Queen.

Well, there was no way in Hell now that he would join her tonight to look for tuxes. No woman had ever left his arms that easily and that willingly. No, for the sake of Max’s ego, he had to stay as far away from Liz Parker as possible.

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PART TWO

“Max! Max! Open up! I know you’re in there!” Liz yelled into the door to Max’s large condominium. She had been having a horrible day and she wasn’t going to deal with this. Dumping her restraints, she pounded on Max’s door, screaming at the top of her lungs, not caring that his security guards were continuously glancing at her as if they weren’t sure whether or not to restrain her. Then, without notice, the door flung open and Liz flew straight into a pair of very familiar arms. Looking up, she pushed herself away from Max’s intense gaze. “Finally!” she huffed. Straightening, she dusted off her clothes. “Are you ready?”

Coolly, Max replied, “I would have thought that I had already made it clear by not answering your calls. I am not going out tonight. Now good-night.” He gently pushed her out and proceeded to close the door on her.

She wasn’t having it. Enraged, Liz threw her hand out and blocked the door from closing. “Max, I am not in the mood to deal with your spoiled, playboy attitude. You need the damn tuxedo fitting for the damn formal session of the damn competition!”

Whoa. Max had known when he had heard her pounding on his door and her angry shouts that she wasn’t her usual cold self, but he hadn’t expected to hear her curse. Amused, he smiled.

“Oh, what the hell are you smiling at, you idiot?” The moment those words left her mouth, Liz gasped and covered her offending mouth with her hand. “Oh, migod, I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to, oh God, I-“

Chuckling, Max grabbed a jacket and threw it on, ushering them out the door. “It’s fine, Liz, I kind of actually like to see you lose control. Come on, let’s go to that damn tuxedo fitting for the damn formal session of the damn competition,” he grinned wickedly.

Liz was too stunned by his gorgeous smile to reply for a few moments. Shaking her head, she gathered her composure. “I’m terribly sorry for using such vulgar language and acting so irrational before. I don’t know what got into me.”

Ah, so she was being formal again, huh? Oh, well. Max could see that that brief glance at a very intense Liz was the only glance he was ever going to get.

“Damn,” Max whistled, “Your car’s a beauty.”

And it was. A 2004 CLK Cabriolet Mercedes Benz silver convertible. Nice.

Liz didn’t even grace him with a glance, much less a smile. “Thanks.”

Stiffly, the two of them entered the expensive car and drove to Romeo’s Tux in a stiff silence.

Max didn’t like silence; he liked noise and commotion. “So, how long have you had this beauty?”

“I just got it last month. When I heard that I had been hired by your agent, I decided to splurge a little.”

“A little? Man, Liz, your car’s almost more expensive than mine.”

She just shrugged. “I saw it. I fell in love. It’s not that complicated. What kind of car do you have?”

Max smiled. His car was his baby. “A 2003 Porsche 911 GT2.”

“Wow. That’s a really nice car. I almost bought that one before I saw this one.”

It was weird; Max and Liz were actually having a civil conversation. Even if it was about cars, Max suddenly got a surge of hope that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wouldn’t be hell after all.

“We’re here,” Liz announced and after turning off the ignition, she got out of her car and waited for Max. When he reached her side, they began walking towards the elegant store. Max accidentally brushed against her and Liz nearly gasped, shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. What was wrong with her today? It was just a soft brush; it wasn’t like he had reached over and cupped her breast like he had earlier this afternoon, kneading it gently and caressing her responsive nipples and- Oh, God, she had to stop this! It was one thing to have had a huge crush on Max a year ago, but it was an entirely different thing to still be crushing on him now. Sure, she was attracted to him, what woman wouldn’t be? But that didn’t mean that she could go fantasizing about his large hands on her body, his muscles clenching as he thrust into her over and over and-

“Liz, are you ok?”

Liz snapped out of her fantasies to see that Max was staring curiously at her, holding the door open. Don’t blush! she commanded herself. “Thank you,” she nodded at Max, praying that he didn’t notice that he had, once again, shattered her composure.

Max just nodded, tilting his head and continuing to stare at her. She was really beautiful, why hadn’t he noticed it before? Her long brown hair was so silky and shiny; he itched to just reach out and bury his fingers in it. Her dark brown eyes had a glimmer in them, lighting up her smooth skin. And her blush, that was the cutest of all; it made her look alive and breathtakingly young.

“Romeo!” Liz exclaimed, running to the counter to give a friendly-looking, old man a hug. “How are you? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Mom and Dad are asking about you,” she smiled.

The old man returned Liz’s hug and the two of them began to talk animatedly.

Surprisingly, Max felt a surge of jealousy. Liz never acted so spirited and excited with him or when she was at work. He liked this side of her; he wanted to get to know this Liz. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat in a not-so-subtle attempt to get their attention.

“Oh!” Liz gasped, her blush deepening as she realized that she had forgotten that Max was there. “Romeo, this is Max Evans, the model I was telling you about. We need a tuxedo for him for the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition.’”

“Ah, yes, hello Mr. Evans.”

Max accepted Romeo’s outstretched hand with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, Max stepped out into the waiting parlor where Liz was absentmindedly thumbing through a magazine. Startled, Liz looked up.

Oh, migod. Max looked gorgeous! Liz couldn’t prevent her mouth from falling open; she might have even been drooling! The classic black tuxedo made him look like a handsome prince, one she desperately wanted to take a bite out of.

Max liked this one; it fitted perfectly and made him feel comfortable. He wished he could say the same of the way Liz was staring at him. He couldn’t decide if she liked it or hated it. Her mouth was gaping open, her eyes wide, but that could either be from awe or disgust. “So, what do you think, Liz?”

Liz tried to get her mouth to work, she really did. But with Max looking so handsome, his chocolate eyes boring into hers, she couldn’t find her voice.

“Liz, are you ok?” Worried, Max made his way to her side, grabbing her arms. “Liz?”

His touch sent heat hurtling through her body, finally shocking her out of her awe. “I, um, it’s great, yes, great, Max.”

He didn’t quite believe her. “Are you sure? It’s nothing special; most of the other guys will be wearing something like this. Maybe I should go for white.”

“No!” Liz yelled, grabbing his arm to prevent him from walking away. “You look wonderful in black.”

His smile was infectious. “Do I really? Well, I’ll have to remember to wear black more often then.”

He was teasing her, and even though Liz knew it, she couldn’t help blushing a deeper red. “Well, I’ll just get Romeo and then we can leave and-“

“-I haven’t had dinner yet. Have you?”

She shook her head, not knowing what he was up to.

“Would you like to go for dinner afterwards?” When she hesitated, he hastily added, “Unless you have something else planned, like a date.”

She really shouldn’t, she knew she shouldn’t. But, ah, what the hell? “No,” Liz breathed out, “No, I don’t have any other plans.”

“Great.”

They stared at one another for a long moment, their gazes locked together. Finally, Liz looked away and went to look for Romeo.

When she was out of sight and Max safely back in the other room, he shook his head. What was wrong with him? Why was he asking to spend more time with her? Did he actually want to? Liz wasn’t his type, no, not at all. He liked long-legged, big-breasted blondes, not petite, lifeless brunettes with no personalities. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been laid for a month (damn, had it really been that long?). Yeah, that was it, Max decided. He just needed to call up Tess Harding, fellow supermodel who he had been on and off with, and that problem would be solved. But suddenly, he found himself yearning for more than a body; he wanted a brain, deep conversation, emotion. With Tess, it was just a roll in bed; he wanted more than that. But surely Liz couldn’t provide him with what he wanted…. Right?

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PART THREE

“Fine, fine! I’ll admit it: I used to have the biggest crush on you. It was major. I collected magazine clippings of you, fantasized about you…. Yeah, it’s quite embarrassing now.”

Max couldn’t contain his laughter. It was hard to imagine Liz as a teenager, much less a teenager with a “major” crush on him. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of; I went through similar phases when I was a teenager, although it was with Tyra Banks.”

Liz focused on her dessert as she admitted, “Actually, it wasn’t when I was a teenager. It was more like last year.”

“What?!” Max gasped in surprise. She had to be kidding. When she continued to avoid his eye, he knew she wasn’t. Laughter erupted from deep within him and his eyes watered. “I can’t believe it!”

“Oh, stop it, you rotten man,” Liz giggled, her embarrassment fading as she listened to his deep laughter.

“I’m sorry, I just, I just can’t see you like that,” Max managed to get out between chuckles. “I bet it was cute.”

“It was mortifying,” Liz replied. “There I was, a twenty-five-year-old woman working for a highly prestigious agency and I was swooning over an unattainable model.”

“Swooning?” Max raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, swooning. I didn’t go out with a man for months after I first saw you on the Abercrombie bag when I was shopping there for casual clothes.”

Max had to laugh at that. “I remember that. I heard that those bags sold out quicker than lightening.”

“I’m sure they did! You were wearing nothing! It was all muscle and skin and…” she trailed off, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

“If you want, Liz, I can give you your own private photo shoot,” Max flirted with a grin on his face. When he saw the blush cover Liz’s cheeks, he realized how much he liked that blush. He didn’t know many women who blushed, not even when they were naked in front of a room full of people and a camera.

“Max? Oh, migod! Max!” a feminine voice called.

Both Max and Liz turned towards the voice. Tess.

Standing up, Max greeted Tess with a hug and, somewhat reluctantly, a wet kiss on the lips. “Hey, Tess, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Trevor, you know, the photographer for Vogue. I waited all week for a phone call from you, Maxie,” she pouted, her full rosy lips pursing into a look many men would not have the power to shield.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ve been busy.” Wanting to get away from Tess’s gaze, Max turned towards Liz and introduced the two. “Tess, this is Liz, my new PR, and Liz, this is Tess, my, um, well,-“

“-his girlfriend,” Tess emphasized, putting a perfectly-manicured hand onto his arm.

Liz’s eyes widened in surprise. Max hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend? But then again, how could a man as handsome as Max not have one?

Max looked uncomfortable as he squirmed in his shoes. “Umm, yes, this is Tess.”

Throwing a glare at Liz, Tess asked Max, “You must have called me tonight, huh, Maxie? But I was having a business dinner with Trevor and now you’re having a business dinner with… Liz, is it? What a coincidence!”

“Actually, Tess, Liz and I aren’t here for business. We were just at Romeo’s Tux picking out a new tuxedo for ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition.’ We both hadn’t eaten, so I asked Liz if she wanted to grab something to eat, and now, we’re getting to know one another a little better, right, Liz?”

She felt like a deer caught in headlights. Both Tess and Max were staring expectantly at her, Tess wanted her to deny it while Max seemed to be pleading for her to agree. Well, considering that Max was her client, Liz decided to go with him. “Yes, that’s right, Max.”

Tess ignored Liz completely, turning to Max, her striking blue eyes gazing lustily into his, “Mr. USA, huh, sweetie? Of course you’re going to win! I’m already Miss USA and with you as Mr. USA, well, we’ll be Couple USA!” Giggling, Tess didn’t seem to notice the looks Max and Liz gave one another.

“Yes, well, Tess, if you don’t mind, Liz and I are in the middle of our dessert and we’d like some privacy.”

Shocked, Tess gaped at him with her shining blue eyes wide open. Then, with a defiant ‘hmph,’ she turned around and stalked off, her curly hair flying behind her.

When Max sat back down and casually reached for his wine glass, Liz blurted out, “That was kind of rude, Max. She’s your girlfriend!”

Max burst out laughing, his eyes glittering with amusement, his head thrown back. “Liz,” he said when he finally managed to stop laughing, “Tess is not my girlfriend. Sure, we we’ve been on and off, but God, it’s over, now. I can’t stand her; the only reason I ever went to her was for a good fu… fun, yes, for fun.” Damn, he could not believe that he had almost said that, oh shit, Liz would have killed him if he had. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice, or at least she didn’t acknowledge, his slip. “So,” he changed the subject, “we were talking about your own private photo shoot with me. How about we get out of here and have some fun?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Max. This is business: I’m your PR and you’re my client.”

“Oh, come on, Liz,” he leaned across the table, resting his hand on top of hers. “This isn’t business, Liz. It’s pleasure, it’s two consenting adults getting to know one another, two adults who are very attracted to one another.” And he was attracted to her, to the sexy, warm Liz, not the cold, emotionless one.

“Max, no, really, I can’t.”

“Is it a boyfriend?”

Liz shook her head.

“A fiancée?”

Liz shook her head again.

Exasperated, Max grabbed both of her hands now and held them tightly. “Then why, Liz, why? Why can’t we enjoy ourselves and explore our attraction?”

“Oh, Max,” Liz sighed, still hesitant to tell him the truth. Would he even understand? No, how could a man, who had had so many one-night-stands, understand?

“Liz, come on. I need a good reason,” he teased, trying to relax her.

“Max, I’m, I’m afraid that one night won’t be enough.”

His broad smile lit up his face. “Well, sweetheart, I’m sure that I can arrange it so that we have more than just one night. I think it’ll take my weeks to explore your luscious body.”

“No, Max, that’s, that’s not what I meant. Max, I’m not a one-night-stands kind of a girl. I’m a forever kind. I can’t sleep with you for a couple of weeks filled with great sex; I won’t be able to let you go. I’m just like that and I know that, right now, we’re both not prepared for forever.”

Max stared at her. She was right. Liz could never sleep with a man and not develop feelings for him. From the funny, warm Liz he had caught glimpses of, he knew that she was a forever kind of girl, worth so much more than a couple of sex-filled nights. And he wasn’t a forever kind of guy, he definitely could never give her more than those sex-filled nights.

But he could still have fun trying.

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PART FOUR

“Welcome to… the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition!’” Maria Deluca, the widely-known announcer introduced. “Tonight, we have for you, fifty sizzling hot men from all over the United States. You’ll meet them, learn about them, and then go to sleep fantasizing about them. And here they are now!”

The floodlights dimmed while little stage lights lit up outlining the stage. Bright flashes of colored light shot out towards the audience as Maria’s voice boomed, “First, from freezing cold Alaska, we have steaming hot …”

Behind the scenes, a very nervous Max was trying his best to pretend the butterflies in his stomach didn’t exist. If he won, he would have reached the ultimate peak in his career. He wrung his hands together, trying to ease the tension.

“Max, calm down,” Liz said, standing in front of him and cupping his handsome face in her small hands. “You’re going to do fine. Everyone’s going to love you, Max, everyone! Just go out there and be your gorgeous and charming self and it’s in the bag!”

Max wanted to believe her, he really did. He wanted to believe that it would be easy, that everything would be fine, but it was goddamn hard.

Liz shook her head, trying to get Max to meet her gaze. She knew he was suffering from a panic attack; she had seen it happen to all of her clients at one time or another. “Max, look at me.” When his eyes finally met hers, she whispered hoarsely, caught unaware by the intense beauty of his chocolate eyes, “Everyone’s out there for you, Max. You’re handsome, kind, and funny, and everyone loves you, Max, everyone! You won’t make a mistake and nothing will go wrong. I, I’m here for you.”

Her eyes were like glittering diamonds, her touch like the soothing breeze on a hot day. Max believed her; she was right and everything was going to be fine. Without thinking, he leaned closer and captured her tempting lips in a searing kiss. She tasted like strawberries, sweet and delicious. With one taste, he wanted more… and more. Tilting his head slightly, he deepened the kiss, his tongue clashing with hers. When Liz’s hands moved to tangle themselves into his hair, Max, oblivious to the world around him, cradled her head, one hand resting on the nape of her soft neck. This was heaven, sweet, sweet heaven.

“Mr. Evans! You’re up in sixty!”

Yanked out of her fantasy world, Liz pulled back fiercely from Max’s tight embrace. Avoiding his eyes, she said in a tight voice, “Good luck.” She fully expected him to leave, but to her surprise, he cupped her chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he walked off. Too stunned to speak, Liz stood there, her hand raised to her lips in awe.

“Wow. You’re one lucky girl,” a female voice announced next to Liz.

Startled, Liz turned quickly and found herself facing a beautiful blonde.

The blonde smiled, her eyes twinkling. “My name’s Isabel. Isabel Whitman. I’m Alex Whitman’s personal assistant and wife.”

Alex Whitman? As in RollingStone Alex Whitman? Wow. Smiling, Liz introduced herself and shook Isabel’s outstretched hand, “I’m Liz Parker, Max Evans’ PR.”

Isabel raised one perfectly-formed eyebrow. “Just his PR? It looks as if you’re more than that.”

Flustered, Liz shook her head. “No, no! I’m just his PR, no more.” Liz wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Isabel or herself; she figured both. Was she more than Max’s public relations assistant? Did those kisses indicate that she was… well, also a woman to him, too?

“Right.” Isabel didn’t look too convinced if her mocking wink was any indication.

But before Liz could reply, she heard Maria’s voice announcing Max. “And straight from alien-infested Roswell, New Mexico, the man who’s as hot as the desert covering his home… Max Evans!” Cheers erupted, shaking the building. “Twenty-seven-year-old Max has been modeling since the age of four, making his debut via a cereal company. Since then, he has appeared in numerous magazines throughout the world and has starred in several movies, not to mention every woman’s fantasies! Not only does this man look hot on paper, but he’s got a huge… heart. What? What did you think I was going to say?” Laughter filled Maria’s pause. “As I was saying, Max donates thousands of dollars to charities every year and spends summers working with the Boy Scouts! Aww… how cute! And that’s Max Evans for you all!”

As the cheers erupted once more, Liz quickly made her way to the exit of the stage. When she saw Max casually strutting off of the stage, her heart skipped a beat. He was just so handsome! And his kisses, God! When he was finally out of camera and audience range, Liz called his name and suddenly fueled by excitement, ran up to him, throwing herself into his arms. “Oh, Max! You were wonderful, just wonderful!”

Max chuckled and pulled away a little to feather light kisses over Liz’s face. “You were right; everything went well. I had nothing to worry about.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Liz extracted herself from his arms and grabbed his hand, tugging him away from the exit. “In thirty minutes, you have to go back out there with the rest of the guys for the bow, but otherwise, you’re done for tonight. So, how does it feel?” she asked as she sat on the counter of the vanity mirror each contestant had been given.

Max sat down on his chair and tugged Liz into his lap despite her weak protests. “Great! I can’t wait to go out and celebrate with a nice glass of champagne, a beautiful lady by my side…”

“Oh, you have a date with Tess tonight?” Liz frowned. “You’re supposed to run it by me, Max!”

Max just shook his head. “Liz, I don’t have a date with Tess tonight, I have one with you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” Max replied, feigning exasperation. “We’ll go to my condo and have a nice romantic, candlelit dinner. Just the two of us.” Nuzzling her neck, Max inhaled her sweet and spicy scent, the one that had been haunting his senses since he got his first whiff. He could feel her hesitance, her resistance. “Please, Liz,” he whispered against her soft skin as he bit down on her neck gently, enticingly.

“Max! There are people here,” Liz objected, though without any real strength. She felt as if she was melting into a huge puddle. When he bit down harder, his tongue snaking out, Liz moaned, “Yes, Max.”

“Good. What would you like to eat? Steak?”

“What?” Liz asked as Max continued his assault on her senses. “Oh, no, Max, I didn’t mean ‘yes’ to dinner, I meant, oh!” she gasped when Max kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Oh, ok, yes, dinner, yes.”

“Good,” Max repeated before he pulled away reluctantly. They were in a public place, surrounded by his competition and he didn’t want to give them any reason for conjuring rumors which could damage his chances. “So, what are we doing tomorrow?”

Liz turned and reached over for her planner on the vanity mirror. Flipping through it, she finally stopped and said, “Well, your flight for Labadee is tomorrow at five a.m., so I’ll pick you up at four. Sorry it’s so early, but we wanted to be there so that we could start the GQ photo shoot.”

“Five,” Max groaned, already feeling the exhaustion seeping into his body. “I’m not going to get any sleep and you know I can’t sleep on planes!”

“Max! We’ll have a quick dinner and then you have from then until four to sleep! You’ll be getting some sleep.”

Max’s eyes glittered with mischief, “Ah, Liz, then you obviously don’t know what kind of a lover I am. When I get started, sweetheart, I don’t stop, especially if I have the whole night to explore every centimeter of your soft skin.”

The sparkle in Liz’s eyes faded away quickly. “Max!” Liz couldn’t believe her ears. “I agreed to dinner only! And besides, we already had this talk and decided that it wouldn’t work out, remember? You know what? Forget dinner. I just remembered that I have to go home now and do something else.” Slipping off of his lap, Liz squared her shoulders and walked off stiffly, ignoring Max’s calls. Liz hated having to remember last night; she had been trying all day to avoid thinking about it. What she said had been true; she needed and wanted forever. But her body was so hot, so wet for him; she didn’t know what to do.

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PART FIVE

“I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what got into me, Mr. Evans,” Liz took in a deep breath as she stared at Max’s chin. “I hope that the closing went well.”

“Yeah.” Max was pissed, very pissed. She was a, a cocktease! One moment she was sitting in his lap, warming him up and the next, she had run off, the chill from her body cold enough to give her pneumonia. That was what she was like now, too, cold as ever.

“Well, that’s good. I’ll let you rest now,” she said frostily, settling into her own seat on the other side of Max’s agency’s plane. “You must be extremely tired and-“

“-Look, Liz, it’s five o’ clock in the morning. I don’t feel like chit-chatting.”

That stung, more than Liz would ever admit. Silently, she turned and faced the window, not wanting Max to see the pain on her face. She had known that Max would be mad, but she hadn’t expected him to be so… well, cold, so distant. Closing her eyes, she let the world fade away as she slept.

Six hours later, Liz was jerked away by the sudden movements of the plane and the loud voices of the men. Sitting up, she could hear the pilot’s panicked voice as he talked to the other pilots. She saw Max, tension humming from him. “Max?” her voice was alarmed. “What’s going on?”

Surprised to see that she had awoken, Max quickly walked over to her and sat down in the seat next to her. Reaching over her, he swiftly buckled her into her seat and then himself into his own. He grabbed her hand, coldness and anger replaced by fear. “Liz, there’s something wrong with the plane; the oil’s been leaking.”

“What?! No, Max, no! What’s going to happen to us?” Frightened, she threw herself into Max’s arms and buried herself into his embrace. Holding onto his shirt, Liz closed her eyes and tried to absorb some of his warmth.

“I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but Liz, the pilots said that, well, we won’t make it to Labadee. The plane’s going to crash, Liz and the parachutes have holes in them and, oh, God,” Max couldn’t go on. Instead, he leaned his cheek onto Liz’s hair and closed his eyes, holding her close. He could feel her trembling and realized that he, too, was shaking. What if they didn’t make it? What if they all crashed into the sea and that was it? He was too young, they were all too young.

“Max, I’m scared,” Liz said hoarsely.

“I’m here, Liz, I’m here,” his arms tightened around her and for a fleeting moment, Liz felt safe.

The speed at which they were falling was increasing. Liz screamed, tears falling down her face. Holding onto Max, she pulled his face down for a kiss, needing something to distract her. His lips were warm on hers and his eyes stared into hers. She guessed that they both knew that this could be the last time that they saw one another. Liz didn’t even notice when it happened. But, one moment, she was staring into Max’s eyes and the next, everything was black.

Lol whoa! It looks like you were all a little angry over my leaving it like that, huh?
But, to make up for it: NOOKIE!



PART SIX

She was on fire. Liz could feel the burning heat searing her skin, could inhale the heat. Soothing cool water lapped at her body, healing her burns. Groaning, Liz opened her eyes and quickly shut them as the intense light blinded her. Rolling over on the warm, grainy surface, Liz opened her eyes once again.

Where was she? She could see palm trees offering little shade, crystal clear water glittering, and miles and miles of sand. Was she on Labadee? But she didn’t remember landing. Oh, God! The plane! The crash!

Bolting upright, Liz shielded her eyes from the powerful sun and looked around. She couldn’t see anything. Oh, no. What was she supposed to do? Getting up, Liz decided that it would be best for her to go in search of civilization.

Max. Oh, God, what had happened to him? Liz felt tears pricking at her eyes, a rare occurrence. Her heart felt shattered and bruised. She couldn’t catch her breath. Max. He couldn’t really be gone, could he? If she had survived, then he had to have, too, right?

Liz didn’t even notice that she was walking aimlessly, her pain was so great. Sure, it was true that, at the very beginning, she and Max hadn’t gotten along very well, but that was then. Now, they were, well, friends. Liz had discovered that she liked his sense of humor, despite his enormous ego. Blinking away the tears, Liz froze when she saw the still object laying on the shore in front of her.

Max!

Running as fast as she could on the hot sand without shoes, Liz collapsed next to him. “Max, oh, God, Max. Wake up! Please, wake up,” she pleaded, cupping his face into her hands. When he didn’t respond, Liz feared the worse. Placing two fingers on his pulse, Liz found a faint beat. Hope welled up inside of her as she turned and saw the shaded area twenty feet away. Standing up, Liz put her arms under Max’s armpits from behind and pulled, somehow finding the strength to drag him to the shade. Gasping for breath, Liz ripped off the remains of Max’s tattered shirt and placed it under his head as a pillow. Though reluctant to leave Max alone, Liz knew she had to go find a place with fresh water to avoid dehydration and to wake Max up. Tip-toeing to prevent further burns on her feet (where had her shoes gone?), Liz finally found a stream with a waterfall not so far away from where she had left Max. Cupping her hands, Liz filled them with water and drank greedily, the dryness of her throat soothed. Finally, Liz cupped some more and slowly walked to Max, trying her hardest not to spill any, though it wasn’t working well. Seeing Max, Liz froze. Why hadn’t she noticed how burned his cheeks were? How burned his whole body was? Frantic, Liz knelt down and spilled the water into Max’s open mouth. When nothing happened, Liz decided that she would have to drag Max to the spring and well, throw him in.

Ten minutes later, not that she had a watch, that seemingly-impossible feat had been accomplished. After stripping both her and Max down to their underwear, Liz propped Max up against a rock and let the water soothe his body while she fed him water.

Blinking, the first thing Max felt was pain, white-hot pain in his head, his body, all over. But then, he felt a healing coolness surrounding him, the same coolness filling his lungs. He heard a voice, the voice of an angel, calling him, begging him to wake up. The angel’s body was plastered against his in the coolness, radiating tranquility. So this was what heaven felt like. Opening his eyes, Max saw the angel’s face and sucked in a deep breath. Beautiful brown eyes gazed at him from a flawless face framed by silky brown hair. She looked so familiar; he knew her, a deep, thorough knowing that reached his very soul. He knew her smile, her tears; he knew every inch of her soft skin, had known her for eternity, in all of his past lifetimes.

Before she knew what was happening, Liz was held spellbound by the intense look in Max’s beautiful eyes. As he pulled her head closer, she didn’t resist, wanting it more than anything. His lips were warm on hers, sending little sparks through her body. All of her problems faded away; she no longer remembered being stranded on some random island, no longer felt the stinging burns on her body. No, instead, all Liz could focus on was the perfection of being in Max’s arms. Never had anything felt so right; it was as if they had been made just for one another.

“Touch me, Max, please,” Liz begged, a soft plea.

The angel wanted him to touch her, to caress her silky skin, and Max wanted nothing more than to do just that. His mind was suddenly strikingly clear, almost impossibly. Moaning, Max’s hand hurriedly got rid of her bra and cupped her full breasts.

“Liz,” his voice was hoarse with desire. She was so perfect, so soft, so firm, so full. Breaking their deep kiss, Max captured one aching nipple into his mouth, sucking forcefully. She tasted of something exotic, torturing his senses.

“Oh, Max,” Liz moaned, holding his mouth to her. She had never felt this way before; it felt so good, so right. Max’s tongue swerved around her sensitive nub, teasing her. Groaning, Liz pulled Max’s mouth away from her swollen breasts to her mouth, attacking his lips with an intense fervor. Her hands skimmed along his body, feeling his muscles rippling beneath. Without conscious thought, Liz’s fingers crept in between the slit of his boxers, letting his thick erection spring free. Her hand immediately grabbed it, squeezing and feeling, measuring the long length of him. Pulling away, Liz’s mouth slid down Max’s perfect body and finally, she pulled him into her mouth.

Holy shit. Since when did haloed angels do these things? Max could barely prevent himself from coming, her mouth was so warm and tight, making him think of something else that was warm and tight, something else he’d love to bury himself in. Her lips were so soft, moving up and down his hardness. Not wanting to come until he was deep inside of her, Max semi-reluctantly pulled away, lifting the angel up. The water made it hard for Max to peel off her panties, but that didn’t stop him.

Once her underwear had been thrown carelessly aside, Liz wrapped her legs around Max’s waist and let him guide his erection into her willing body. Oh, he was so large, filling her and stretching her to full capacity. Liz had never felt so full or so loved.

Max almost came the moment he had entered the angel’s wet warmth. She was so tight, an irresistible vice closing around his member. Gripping her small waist, Max held her while she rode him, groaning as she groaned, moaning as she moaned. She was so hot, she was burning up. Unable to resist, Max’s hand slid down their thrusting bodies and flicked her sensitive nub.

Liz screamed as she flew over the edge into endless ecstasy.

When Max felt her inner muscles clamp over his erection tightly, he roared, joining her in oblivion.

Liz collapsed onto Max, burying her face into his neck, inhaling his arousing scent. Her body threatened to slip back into the water, but Max’s strong arms held her up. She didn’t protest when Max moved, carrying her out of the stream. He placed her on the ground, and when he laid down next to her, Liz immediately turned and snuggled into his arms.

Holding the pliant angel in his arms, Max finally felt true happiness. If he wasn’t already dead, he could have sworn that he had just died and gone to heaven.

Lol gotta love the nookie right?
This next part, well.... you'll see
Oh, and oObubblesOo: it's sunburned.



PART SEVEN

He remembered silky hair and smooth skin, passionate kisses and guttural moans. Opening his eyes, Max was aware of a warm body pressed flush against his own. He felt so good, better than he had ever felt before. Slowly, Max sat up, careful not to disturb the sleeping body next to him. Max gasped when his gaze landed on the face of the angel. Oh, God, it was Liz! Max slapped his forehead. No, no, he couldn’t have slept with Liz. Not after her cold attitude to him on the plane… the plane! It all came rushing back at Max now. He remembered the plane crash, the burning of his body, the pain. And then he remembered the soft voice calling him, the soothing healing power of the cold water, the tightness of Liz’s warmth. Shaking his head, Max stood up and jumped into the cool water, needing to think.

Liz heard a splash and slowly, she awoke. Yawning with content, Liz sat up, searching the water for a sign of Max. Her breath caught when she saw Max come out from under the water. Soft droplets of water streamed down his hard, naked body, triggering a sharp desire to form between Liz’s legs. Taking a deep breath, Liz called out to Max.

He wanted to ignore her soft call, needed more time to think. He wasn’t ready to see her naked body, to remember the taste of her full breasts, to smell her heady scent. He needed to forget his mistaking her for an angel, that deep-knowing he had of her. God, it was so confusing. He had known her, yet he knew now that he really hadn’t. They had never touched, never made love, yet how had he known that she was sensitive behind her ear, that she would bite down hard on his shoulder from the passion? How had he known those things?

Liz could see that he was struggling with himself, half wanting to go to her, half not. Her cheeks flushed, Liz got up and searched for her clothes. Holding back the emotion, she stated stiffly, “I’m going to go see if I can find some civilization.” She had taken six steps before he called her back. Turning, she forced her gaze away from the lower portion of his spectacular body. “Yes?”

“I’ll come with you.” When she didn’t respond, Max stated hesitantly, “If that’s okay with you.”

For a long moment, Liz didn’t know if it was ok or not. Finally, she nodded, “It’s fine.” She turned, waiting for him to get dressed. A few moments later, his hand lightly rested on her shoulder.

“Come on, Liz,” he urged softly, sliding his hand down her smooth arm until he reached her hand, holding it tightly. He needed to tread softly, he knew that, for both her sanity and his. He felt self-conscious, like a teenage boy in the presence of the most popular girl in school. But he wasn’t an awkward teenager, no, he was an adult, a man, a man who had made love to a wonderful woman the night before and was now too scared of his feelings to act on them.

The moment Liz had stepped out on to the hot sand, she felt as if the sun was burning a hole through her. How could anyone live in an environment like this? But someone had to, right? There was no such thing as an uninhabited place anywhere in the world anymore… right? Her heart pounded harder. She and Max couldn’t be stranded, they just couldn’t. They had too much to do with this being the week of the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition.’ Oh, God! What if they missed it? She and Max had been working so hard for it! What if all of that went down the toilet? Fighting the inevitable panic, Liz felt her throat closing, the air draining from her body.

“Liz, what’s wrong?” Max asked, his heart beginning to constrict in terror. Liz had fallen to the ground, clutching tightly onto his arms. He could tell that she was struggling with her breathing, hyperventilating. “Liz, you’ve got to calm down; you’re hyperventilating. Liz, listen to me: focus on breathing slowly and evenly.”

Liz’s eyes searched his, fright in those deep depths. She tried to relax, really, she did, but she couldn’t seem to. She was just so scared.

Max didn’t know what to do; she wasn’t calming down. If anything, it seemed as if she was getting worked up even more. Before contemplating the consequences of his action, Max leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Oh. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise and then closed in pleasure. His lips were so warm, so sweet; she could live off of them for ever. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she clung to him as she took her further and further away from reality. She pressed herself against his naked chest, almost desperate to feel those muscles once more. But the thin fabric of her shirt got in the way of her flesh touching his. His strong arms held her so gently, yet she had never felt more safe, more protected, more loved.

He had meant for the kiss to be a diversion, to help Liz get her mind off of her panic. He had only planned to give a little, yet with each small moan torn from Liz’s throat, each swipe of her tongue across his lips, Max found himself giving more and more and taking more and more. It seemed as if he was insatiable; he could go on kissing her forever and forever. But he knew that that was impossible. They had to go in search of civilization, to ensure that they weren’t stranded on some uninhabited island in the middle of nowhere. They had to go home immediately for the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition.’ Damn! What if he missed it? He had worked so hard for it, had been working towards it for his whole life and now, when he was ensured the win, fate had turned the tables on him. Pulling away, Max gasped for breath.

Beside him, Liz struggled for breath, too, but it wasn’t because of the hyperventilation anymore, no it was from the impact of Max’s kiss. Staring into his eyes, she said softly, “Thank you, Max.”

An unreadable expression passed over his face, his eyes shadowing for a moment. But that moment passed quickly and that knee-buckling smile Liz had always fantasized appeared on Max’s handsome face. “Oh, you’re very welcome, Liz.”

And at that moment, Liz knew everything was going to be all right. The tension in the air from last night had elevated leaving behind a sense of comfort. Now, Liz felt as if she could tell Max her feelings, the truth. “Max, about last night, it, well, it was the most wonderful night of my whole life. I don’t have any regrets,” she paused, avoiding his gaze, “do you?”

Cupping her chin in his large hand, Max forced her to look him in the eyes. She smiled, but it was weak. Leaning down, Max gave her a soft peck on the lips. When he pulled away slightly, his heart skipped a beat as he saw the soft, genuine smile on Liz’s face, the relaxed closing of her eyes. “I don’t have any regrets, Liz. I know you may not believe it, but, well,” he couldn’t believe what he was going to say, “last night was the most wonderful of my whole life, also.”

Liz’s eyes snapped open at his admission. Her searching gaze almost bore a hole through Max. When she saw nothing but truth in his chocolate eyes, Liz had to blink away tears, but one got away just the same.

“Liz?” Max asked, kissing away the salty tear. When her eyes met his again, he saw the burning hope in them, the love. His own heart pounded fiercely in his chest. This was such a critical moment for them; it would determine their future, the rest of eternity. He didn’t know what to do.

She had told him that she was a forever kind of girl. What he hadn’t told her was that, maybe, just maybe, he was a forever kind of guy.

electricls wrote:liz is already Miss Forever and max just might be Mr. Forever, together they'll be Couple Forevercouple forever(or a couple forever)

LOL, you are just too funny! And maybe they will be
Hey everyone, thanks so much for all of your feedback; I'm glad you all liked that Max could be a "forever kind of" guy.
Well, here's part eight for you with more sexual healing, if you know what I mean



PART EIGHT

Max awoke to muffled sobs. Opening his eyes, he immediately noticed the warmth of Liz’s body missing from his. He sat up and turned his head, searching for the missing Liz.

“Liz?” he called. When there was no answer, Max quietly got up and followed the source of the soft cries. Moving aside the drooping leaves of an exotic tree, his gaze was drawn to a small area lit by moonlight next to the fresh water stream. Liz sat there, her knees drawn inward, her face hidden. He could hear her stifled sobs and they tore at his heart. “Liz,” he whispered into the quiet night while walking his way towards her.

Liz continued to cry, not hearing the hurried footsteps rushing towards her, not sensing Max’s presence. It was only when his strong arms gathered her into them, when his whispers of soothing words reached her ears, did she notice that Max was with her. She instinctively sought out his strength and comfort, desperate to lean against him and have him protect her from everything bad in the world.

“Liz, what’s wrong, honey? Why are you crying?”

Her voice was weak and hoarse from her tears, “Oh, Max, everything’s ruined! We’re stuck on some strange island with no civilization in sight and the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition’ is this week. You’re going to miss it and everything we’ve worked for will be gone! I don’t want to be stranded here, Max, it’s not fair! I want to be at home in my soft bed, not here where it’s so hot and we don’t have any clean clothes and-“

“-Liz, listen to me, sweetie,” Max kissed the top of her head tenderly while rocking Liz back and forth in his arms. “Things aren’t that bad, Liz. I mean, look, we have fresh water for baths and to wash our clothes, and there are plenty of sweet fruits for us to satisfy our hunger with. And Liz, we have each other, what more could we ask for? So what about the ‘Mr. USA 2003 Competition?’ There’s always next year.” Max knew he sounded much more confident than he was.

Closing her eyes, Liz leaned her head against Max’s bare chest, letting the steady beat of his heart sooth her. He was right, of course he was. She should be happy to be alive, not crying and complaining because she was. But she was just so scared. What if they were never found? What if their lives ended on this island, away from their family and friends? Turning slightly, her lips brushed against Max’s skin.

Fire shot through Max straight to his groin. Desire pierced through him, hardening his erection. Shit. What was he to do now? She was too vulnerable right now to make any decisions about sleeping with him; if he let her, he would be taking advantage of her. But God, did he want her. Her scent was suddenly stronger, more potent, nearly bringing Max to orgasm itself. Her hair was silkier, caressing his naked chest, making him think of her soft lips and small hands running across his body. He groaned, trying his hardest to resist the temptation to bring his lips crashing down onto hers.

Liz heard Max moan and it was then that she realized that there was a throbbing ache between her legs, an intense need blinding her. How had this happened? It was Max’s arms, the strength of them, the sexuality of his body. All of that combined was enough to defeat a woman much stronger than her. Without really thinking about her actions, Liz tilted her head up and with one hand on the nape of Max’s neck, brought his lips down to meet hers.

Max couldn’t think; his brain wouldn’t function. He was so lost in Liz’s kiss, in her scent, in her beauty. Moving his lips from under hers, he kissed the corners of her lips, tasting the remains of her previous tears. He trailed his kisses down her throat, sucking gently at the cord of her neck. His hands removed her thin tank top and her bra, throwing them to the side. One hand cupped a swollen breast, swiping a thumb over the aching nipple again and again. “Liz,” his breath was warm on her flesh, “when we first made love, I thought you were an angel. And I was right, you are.” And with those heart-filled words, Max’s mouth covered her full breast, bringing it into his waiting mouth.

“Max!” Liz screamed aloud in her passion. It was so good, so wonderful, Liz never wanted it to end.

His mouth moved frantically over her body, his lips learning each inch of her skin. When his tongue delved between her legs, Liz bucked, blinding ecstasy coursing through her body. He laved at her, kissing her and driving her to insanity. Though she had already come, he didn’t stop, forcefully bringing her to orgasm over and over again.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. Liz forced Max up, whispering seductively into his ear, “Max, make love to me. Fill me. Come in me.”

With her hot words, Max rammed himself into her tight body, filling her completely. Thrusting in and out of Liz’s warmth, Max swore that each thrust was the last. But he wouldn’t let himself over the edge until Liz was flying with him.

“Oh, migod, Max! I’m coming!” Liz screamed, giving herself to him completely. Her inner muscles contracted, sending Max soaring into oblivion, his hot fluids searing her insides with desire. Although Max was much larger than her, Liz found herself content with the weight of his sweaty body on top of hers. It made her feel safe and loved, as if all was right with the world.

Max pulled away slightly so that he could look into her shining eyes. “A real angel… sent to Earth for me.”

lol you guys! I'm glad you all liked the nookie, but hell, who wouldn't?
Oooo! This next part has something that will cheer all of your hearts up! Is love in the air or what?

PART NINE

He was in love with her. Damn. What was a guy supposed to do with that? He wasn’t supposed to have fallen in love for another year until after he had won the competition. He had had it all planned out: he’d be Mr. USA and then he’d finally would have made it so then he could find someone he loved and marry her and then have kids and live happily ever after.

But no. Instead, fate had to fool around and ruin all of his plans. Now, he was madly in love with a woman who had so many sides to her it made his head hurt. She was as beautiful as a diamond, but also as hard. But then, she could also be warm, sending Max that smile of hers which usually had him gasping for air.

Max knew that Liz didn’t love him, no, not yet. She was attracted to him, lusted after him, but lust didn’t spell love. Until they were rescued, she would spend the days being formal with him and then the nights in his arms. But the second they made it back to civilization, Max was 100% sure she’d ditch him like yesterday’s news. So she had said she was a forever kind of girl, maybe she lied. It was obvious from her formality this morning that she could sleep with a guy and not develop feelings for him. Just because she said she was a forever girl didn’t mean that she couldn’t play with him for a while until she found her “forever” guy. Just the thought of that unknown man sent waves of jealousy rippling through Max’s already taut body.

“Max?,” Liz called a moment before she stepped into the sheltered area they had decided to be their “bedroom”, “I found some fruit that we could eat.”

Max nodded, his heart filling his lungs as he watched her move gracefully towards him. She was just so beautiful; it made his heart ache.

“Here,” she offered an orange-colored fruit to him, “You eat first; I’m going to go take a shower.”

That immediately sent images of a naked Liz rushing towards Max. He could almost see the glistening drops of water sliding down her smooth skin. “I’ll come with you, Liz. I want to shower first, too.”

Her eyes widened in panic and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. But then, all emotion drained from her face as she turned towards him and said, “Well, then you go first. I’ll just eat, I don’t mind.”

Why was she was intent on avoiding him, Max wondered. They had just shared a long night full of wild sex, no lovemaking and she acted like it had meant nothing. Well, maybe it had meant nothing to her, but it sure as hell had meant something to Max. And though he longed to gather her into his arms and tell her that he loved her, Max just stated simply, “Fine.”

The moment Max had disappeared into the wilderness around her, Liz let out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure how to act around him anymore. The first time that they had had sex, it was more of a we-almost-died-so-lets-celebrate-life kind of thing, but last night, that had been… real. They had made love because they had wanted to. And when Max had looked her in the eyes and told her that she was angel sent to Earth for him, she had fallen flat in love with him. It didn’t matter to her then that it was full of complications and that their nights together would only be sex to Max. And it hadn’t mattered that Liz knew that she could never have him because he belonged to the Tess’s of the world. It had only mattered that she had seen absolute truth and love, or at least what her bursting heart had made her believe to be love, in Max’s eyes.

When they had woken up this morning, Max had immediately reached over, obviously wanting to reenact some of what had happened last night. But Liz had jumped up as if he had burned her and had then put on her Ice Queen façade. She wasn’t ready to deal with her feelings towards him and knew she wouldn’t be able to think with him within touching distance.

Before she had realized it, she had finished the fruit in her hand and just as she was reaching for another, Max appeared. Liz’s breath caught in her throat. He was so gorgeous! His hair was wet and disheveled, making Liz think of when they were making love. Tiny droplets of water still clung to his muscles, making Liz itch to crawl over to him and lick them off.

“Go ahead,” Max offered and Liz stared at him in amazement. Had he been reading her mind? Oh, God, did she want to go over to him. “Uh, Liz? Aren’t you going?”

My God, he was practically begging her? How was a woman supposed to resist him? Letting out a long moan, Liz all but ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck as she licked at the water there.

Max barely had time to be surprised before she her tongue was circling around his nipple. He groaned and quickly slid to the floor, bringing Liz with him.

Max tasted so delicious! Liz couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Even after she had licked every drop of water off of his chest, she still wanted more. Quickly, she yanked off his shorts and boxers and captured his throbbing erection in her mouth.

“God, Liz!” Max yelled, bucking up into her mouth.

Her tongue licked up the whole underside of his large member and played with the little slit at the head. His pre-cum tasted wonderful in her mouth and she longed for more. Moving up and down, Liz moaned, the ache between her legs increasing until it was almost painful.

Max was going to come, he just knew it. Grabbing her, Max dragged her up and his mouth covered hers in a kiss as he rolled on top of her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Max thrust into her ready body, their moans of pleasure mingling. For long moments, all that could be heard were their guttural moans, their whispers of arousal. They were both so close to the edge. Max thrust a hand between their thrusting bodies and gently flicked Liz’s clitoris.

That was all she needed. The soft stimulation sent Liz screaming into rapture as her body convulsed around Max’s.

Max roared as his release came, continually ramming into Liz’s tight body until they were both drained. He collapsed on top of her and nibbling on her ear, he rasped out in a throaty whisper, “What did you think you were doing?”

“You knew exactly what I was doing,” Liz teased, one hand tangling itself into his hair.

Max shook his head. “All I know is that one minute, I was telling you to go take your shower and the next, you were all over me…. Not that I’m complaining or anything,” he smirked arrogantly.

“What? You, you were talking about a shower?”

By the blush on Liz’s face, Max could tell that she was mortified. “What did you think I was talking about, sweetheart?”

Liz refused to open her eyes. Instead, she prayed for the Earth to just open up and swallow her. Maybe, if she ignored Max, he’d get the hint and let her up. But that thought was immediately proven inaccurate as he tenderly kissed her closed eyelids, making her heart flutter and sending her thoughts scattering.

“Liz, what did you think I was talking about?”

Her eyes snapped open, confused and dreamy-like. “What? When? I was talking?”

Max chuckled, glad that he was having such a strong affect on her. “You know,” he leaned down and chewed softly at her bottom lip for a moment, “before, when I told you to go ahead and take a shower, but instead, you jumped me.”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, that.”

“I thought you were reading my mind,” Liz confessed after playing with Max’s tongue when it stopped by her mouth for a visit.

“What were you thinking?” Max asked, sucking on the sensitive area behind her ear.

“Thinking? Oh, before. I, I was thinking about how, how I wanted, I wanted to lick off all of the water on you,” Liz finally managed to get out.

Surprised at the fact that Liz had thought of that, Max’s head snapped back from Liz’s mouth where it had been feasting. A small smile lit up his face, “And you did do that, didn’t you, Liz?”

“Yes.”

A silent moment passed while Liz and Max kissed. And then, Liz whispered softly, “Max?”

“Hmm,” his voice was muffled by her firm breasts.

“I want to do it again.”

His head lifted quickly and a mischievous look filled his eyes. “But, Miss Parker, I’m not wet.”

Giggling, Liz pushed Max until he was lying on his back and she was straddling him. “I know, Mr. Evans, but, quite honestly, you just taste too good to let go.”

Max prayed that she would remember that fact when they were back in Roswell.

And since I'm going to be gone for so long, I've decided to be nice and post two parts for you all! I hope you're happy!



PART TEN

“Did you always want to be a model, Max?” Liz asked, still glowing from their lovemaking. Her head rested on his chest and she listened to his steady heartbeat.

“I think I did,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair. “I’m sure I also wanted to be a fireman, professional basketball player, President,-“

Giggling, Liz said, “-I get it, I get it.”

“When I was barely a year old, I was already modeling in commercials, you know, those diaper ones. And as I got older, more and more opportunities came up and I accepted every one, so I guess that I never really had a chance to do anything but model.”

“Is it what you want to do with your life?”

“Yes and no. I want to do it because it’s great. There’s tons of money, fame, and I get to travel all over the world.”

“Not to mention the women,” Liz scoffed with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

Max shook his head. “Not really, Liz. I mean, sure, there are tons of gorgeous women around me all the time, but I guess, after a while, I just got kind of sick of them. They’re all the same: obnoxious, bitchy, and self-conceited. I want someone who’s not afraid to mess up her make-up, someone who has personality, depth.” He didn’t mention that that someone was her.

Liz was a little astonished over Max’s admission. Why would a guy, as gorgeous and great as he was, not be satisfied with all of the women at his beck and call?

Max continued when he realized Liz wasn’t going to say anything, “But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life modeling. It’s sometimes too much, you know? With all of the traveling, I never get to stay in one place and I’m getting restless. I just need to settle down.” He paused. “What about you, Liz? Did you always want to be PR agent for a ‘spoiled idiot with a playboy attitude’?”

Her blush deepened as she remembered calling him that. God, how wrong she had been! “No. Actually, I never wanted to be a PR; I’ve always wanted to, well, be a, a-“

“-What, Liz? What is it that you want to be?”

“A wife. A mother,” she admitted quietly and then quickly rambled on, “I mean, I know that that’s weird since it’s the twenty-first century and I should want to work, but I don’t. I just want a husband and kids and a home.”

That definitely shocked Max into speechlessness. Liz was so competent, so at ease with her job; it seemed as if she and the job were made for one another. And yet, she actually didn’t want it?

Almost certain that she had shocked Max, Liz let her finger draw little circles on his chest. Dreamily, she shared her dreams with him, “I want to have twins: a boy and a girl. The boy’s going to be Matt and the girl’s going to be Hailey. And my husband’s going to be successful at whatever he does, but he won’t be a workaholic. Our house won’t be big but it won’t be small, no, it’ll be just the perfect size for our family.”

Swallowing, Max couldn’t prevent the images from appearing. It would be him and Liz right after he had come home from work. She would be giving him a kiss and just before it got too hot, their two little kids would come running and shouting with excitement into the room, happy to see him. They would have Max’s hair, but Liz’s beautiful eyes. God, what he would give for that to become reality.

Max chuckled in an attempt to disguise his thoughts. “Wow, you’ve got it all planned out.”

Liz nodded slightly, even though Max probably couldn’t tell it was a nod. His heartbeat had picked up slightly and Liz felt hers reacting in the same way. It was as if her heart was tuning into his, becoming one. “Don’t you have your life planned out, Max?”

Did he? “Nah. I’m just greeting life with open arms.”

She didn’t believe him; everyone had dreams. Propping herself up onto her elbow, her long hair hanging over them like a curtain, Liz asked gently, “Don’t you ever dream of having a wife and children? You can’t possibly not have any dreams.”

Oh, he had dreams alright. Dreams which consisted of Liz, naked and willing on his bed. But telling her that would be a mistake. “I just want to be happy, I guess.”

“And what will make you happy?” Liz asked, brushing a lock of hair off of Max’s forehead.

He looked straight into her eyes, “You.”



PART ELEVEN

Liz was definitely surprised by Max’s blunt statement. Her cheeks flushed a deep red and she moved so that she was, once again, laying on Max’s chest. “Yeah, well, you’re pretty good in bed, too,” Liz laughed nonchalantly though she knew that she couldn’t really laugh off the seriousness that had been in Max’s eyes.

Max felt as if he had just been kicked in the stomach. He had confessed a deep secret to Liz and she had just laughed it off, as if it didn’t matter. Well, it didn’t, at least not to her. Max was just her in-between while she waited for her “forever kind of guy” to show up. Well, fuck.

“Max? Is something wrong?” Liz asked, raising her head to look into Max’s dark eyes.

Shrugging, Max sat up and leaned against the bark of a tree, forcing a very comfortable Liz to move. “Nah, everything’s fine.”

But Liz heard something else in Max’s voice, something that prevented her from believing his words. It was pain. “Oh, Max!” Liz cried, throwing her arms around him.

A little shocked, it was all Max could do to catch her. Ah, she felt so right in his arms; he never wanted to let her go. “What is it, Liz? What’s wrong?” he asked, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Pulling away slightly, Liz looked up at Max with concern in her lovely eyes. “Me? I’m fine, but you, well, I heard pain in your voice, Max. Are your burns getting to you? Oh, maybe I wore you out. I mean, you were really injured from the crash and I, I didn’t even think once about it!”

Max chuckled… although that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. He wanted to lie somewhere and do something unmanly like cry. Since when had someone really cared about him? It had been so long since someone had worried about him. His parents hadn’t been extremely loving people; Max had always felt that the only reason they stuck around was because of the money he was making. And, well, that was the case with all of the women, also. But not with Liz. Even though she was his employee, he knew that her concern was genuine, that she actually cared about him. It felt good knowing that someone cared enough about him to worry.

Liz could tell by Max’s silence and the distant look in his eyes that he was thinking heavily about something, something that she wanted him to share with her. But then again, Liz wanted Max to share everything with her just as she wanted to share everything with him. Releasing her hold on him, Liz snuggled between Max’s legs and rested her back against his chest. Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of his arms wrapped so strongly around her. “Whatever it is Max, you can tell me.”

How could she read him so easily? He hadn’t said a thing yet Liz still knew that he needed to talk. After a few moments, he said quietly, “It’s just that nobody’s ever really been worried about me before.”

“What? Of course people worry about you, Max!”

But Max was shaking his head. Leaning down to nuzzle her neck, he forced Liz to turn back around, taking her piercing gaze with her. “No, Liz, people don’t care about me; they care about my money, my fame. But not about me.”

“I care about you, Max,” Liz whispered as she enjoyed Max’s ministrations.

Max’s heart clenched. “I know and that’s why you make me so happy, Liz. It’s not because of the sex, although that is great,” he grinned cockily, “It’s because you’re so sweet and caring and… you.”

“Oh, Max,” Liz sighed, turning slightly to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

But the kiss that started out softly quickly became much more. Passion exploded with each swipe of Max’s tongue and the heat rose to an unbearable level as Liz nibbled at the corner of Max’s mouth.

“Max, make love to me,” Liz pleaded in between gasps.

“Yes,” he replied simply.

But as his hands crept under her shirt, a loud shout shattered the glass surrounding their passion-drugged world. Max immediately covered Liz’s mouth with his hand, not wanting either or them to make a noise or draw attention to themselves until he was sure that the guy out there was a good guy. Listening, he could hear the voice shouting again and then several more voices answering.

Shit, there was more. It would have been easy for Max to take out one guy, if he had proven to be a danger to Liz, but, judging by the voices, beating up four guys and being alive afterwards to celebrate didn’t seem likely.

“Damn. Where the fuck is he? He was supposed to be here five fuckin’ minutes ago, that bastard,” a rough voice stated angrily.

“Don’t worry. When he gets here, we’ll give him a few presents,” a second man sneered, then a loud gunshot rang in the air.

Liz gasped, the sound fortunately muffled by Max’s hand. These men were dangerous; she could practically feel the evil radiating from them. Trembling, Liz closed her eyes.

Max could feel Liz shaking in his arms and anger boiled up inside of him. Those damn men had scared her! He could hear them moving further away, and a few moments later, when he was sure they were gone, he whispered into Liz’s ear, “Stay. I’ll be back.”

“No!” Liz gasped, grabbing Max’s arm before he could leave. “Don’t leave me, Max,” she pleaded, panic etched into her voice.

Turning towards her, Max brushed her hair back behind an ear. “Liz,” he whispered, “listen to me. I’m not leaving you; I’ll be back, I promise. I need to see what they’re up to.”

Her eyes were pleading with him, “No, Max, it’s drugs. They’re exchanging drugs, Max!”

Quickly, Max leaned down and gave Liz a quick, hard kiss, enough to distract her, but not enough to distract him… much.

One moment, Max’s lips were warm on hers, and the next, he was gone. Biting her lip to keep from crying, Liz crouched and hid under the leaves. Panic clutched at her heart, fear choking her. With nothing to do, she couldn’t help but think the worst. What if Max got hurt? What if those men found her? What if she and Max died?

A single tear rolled down her face, landing beyond her in the darkness. She didn’t know what to do. What if Max was hurt right this moment? Oh, God, her heart stopped at that thought. Liz couldn’t wait here for ever! Swallowing the lump in her throat, Liz slowly and quietly got up. Without making a sound, she stepped out of the shelter.

A large hand grabbed her arm.

Opening her mouth to scream, she found the sound muffled by another large hand.

Struggling, Liz could only see a large figure loom in front of her as darkness invaded her mind.