“But I want a kiss.” I could read him like a book. He knew exactly what was going on here. “Maybe a hug.”
“You’re a brat.” I bumped into the table and moved around the chair, still staring at him in the process.
“What’s wrong, Maddison? Don’t you trust yourself around me?”
“No, damn it.” I threw my hands up in the air, feeling the stress of this entire stupid thing. “And you know it too.”
Mike placed the food on the table and circled the table, pausing just before me. “This entire thing has been so that you can prove that you hold the upper hand in this relationship.” I crossed my arms over my chest, and instead of looking directly at him, I focused on the word Army in the center of his shirt. “Truth is you’ve always had the power over me, I think even before I understood what it meant for a man and a woman to love each other. Damn, Mad, you’ve always been the one girl I could never say no to. Even if my words said it, my heart never agreed.”
Finally tilting my head up, our gazes locked, and gone was the playfulness from moments ago.
“I’m at your mercy. You could crush me, though I hope you never will.”
That was it; this entire thing was over. I threw my arms around his shoulders and didn’t wait for him to lift me into his arms. I started crawling up him instead.
Hooking my legs around his waist, I kissed him seductively, trying my best to convey that I had given up on my plan for distance.
When he placed me on the couch and knelt before me, I watched in awe as he undid my belt and took in what I had on beneath. His palms glided over my thigh, just skimming my pelvis before pushing up the material of my shirt. Then he leaned in and licked along the edge of my shorts just before kissing me slowly. Higher and higher, he gathered my tank top until my breasts were exposed. One by one, he teased my nipples with his tongue, and my back arched, pushing my tits farther into his face.
I was so lost to the soft suckling of my chest that I had not even registered the way he was carefully moving my shorts down my legs until they were gathered at my ankles.
I’d always found it sexy how whenever he got me naked, he stood back for even just a few seconds to just look at me appreciatively. I had never felt more beautiful than I did in his eyes.
A trail of kisses was placed, starting at my knee and moving upward. I closed my eyes when he reached the crease of my leg, fully expecting to feel his mouth on me, but he pulled back and went to the other knee. The building low in my stomach only magnified, and the want to feel him taste me only grew.
I thought he felt it too, because suddenly, his tongue was gently teasing my clit, and my hips were bucking, chasing, demanding more. The way his tongue grazed over me, parting me before pulling back only to start over once again, was almost too much. I could feel myself building toward my release, and then when he pushed a finger inside of me, I ignited, thrashing as he pumped his hand, his mouth continuing to assault me.
And then I was lost, taken by the haze that only Mike could provide.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mike
It felt weird to be waiting for Maddison after my shift ended, considering not that long ago I remembered finding her waiting for Tom. The guy could have been a stand-up guy for all I knew, but in my eyes, he would always be a douchebag. Anyone who had ever been intimate in any kind of way with Maddison in the past would always be assholes to me.
I sat on the bench just outside the front entrance and thumbed through my phone for something to do. When fifteen minutes passed and there was still no Maddison, I began to wonder if she was called in to a last-minute surgery. When thirty passed and I was paces outside the doors, I pulled up her number and waited impatiently while it rang.
One, two, three rings and then on the forth it went to voicemail.
I wanted ten more minutes before I decided to head inside and just wait in the cafeteria. At least I could grab a cup of coffee to pass the time.
I gathered my coffee, played a few rounds of Candy Crush, then when my boredom had reached an all-time high, I began wondering the halls of the hospital. I wasn’t sure how I made it there, but somehow, I found myself standing in front of the large nursery window overlooking all the newborn babies. I remembered not that long ago being there looking in on Blake as Rhett gave him his first bath. I could picture how red his little face turned when he got pissed at all the nurses and even Rhett poking at him.
But the entire time, Rhett stared at his son in awe. I truly didn’t think anything would have penetrated that bliss he’d felt from being a father. Even now, when the little man was screaming and pissed at the gods above, Rhett would just smile. The man had the patience of a saint when it came to his boy and to AJ.
I never really pictured myself with a family of my own. I guessed I was a little hesitant to ever face the possibility of even losing a child or my child losing
