His face broke into an ear-to-ear grin. “Sure.”
We settled on the couch. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
I sighed and leaned my shoulder against his. “I have to admit. This day was a lot easier with you here. Normally, that dinner would’ve been much more difficult, and I probably just wouldn’t have eaten.” I looked over at him and smiled, then leaned closer. When he pressed his lips to mine, I couldn’t keep my nipples from pebbling against his arm. The way we’d shifted pressed me against him.
A low growl from Maddox set my body totally on fire. I hadn’t been kissed this way in a very long time and my body reacted. I couldn’t hide my whimpers when my hands slid across my waist.
If he stopped now, I was pretty sure I’d bawl my eyes out. “No,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, I don’t plan to,” he murmured against my lips. “I think this evening should be all about you. What do you think?”
I was almost powerless to answer, but I forced my head to bob up and down, and he chuckled.
“I can’t kiss you if your head is moving.”
I gasped as he cradled my head between his palms, taking control of me, positioning me in just the way he wanted. His thumbs smoothed across my cheeks and his tongue flickered against my lips.
Yes. I wanted this. He always seemed to know exactly what I wanted. No. What I needed. From helping me with groceries to this.
He shifted, pressing me into the couch and lying across me as his tongue plundered my mouth and a growing bulge in his pants signaled his arousal.
He sucked in another breath, and I rubbed against him, searching for something. A release. More of him.
His answering groan sent a shower of sparks through my body. I pressed against him again and sighed before sucking in a breath as his tongue slid against mine.
He drew back. “You sound so good,” he murmured before he nuzzled my neck, trailing kisses of fire across my skin.
I pushed my hands into his hair, anchoring my fingertips at his scalp, holding him against me, hoping he would never pull away. Well, maybe a little. A bit of movement would be pleasurable, for sure.
He chuckled when I pressed against him again. “There’s no hurry. I’ve got all night for you.”
I shivered at the promise in his tone.
He kissed lower, his tongue trailing over my skin as he unfastened my shirt. I arched against him, giving him better access to whatever he wanted to touch. Heat thrummed through my body, scorching me everywhere he lingered.
My nipples peaked, and he brushed the pad of his thumb over my bra. Thank God I had decent underwear on. Something small, black, and lacey rather than something big, beige, and decidedly granny.
I reached a hand behind me to unhook my bra, but he shook his head.
“Leave it on. I like the view.”
I relaxed, and he moved lower still until he nudged his chin and mouth against the waistband of my jeans. My breath caught in my throat as I waited. Then I pushed gently against his head, urging him lower.
He lifted his head, and I glanced down my body, meeting his gaze. “You are Miss Hurry tonight.”
“I know what I want.” I grinned at him.
“Oh, yeah?” He trailed his hand between my legs, pushing the thick seam of my jeans against my aching clit.
I moaned, a needy sound I’d never made before with anyone else, not that there’d been that many. “Don’t tease me.”
“Hm?” He sounded completely distracted, but he absolutely wasn’t, because he pressed against me again. “You mean, nothing like this?”
“No.”
He looked up; his movements sharp as he assessed me with eyes that almost seemed molten. “No?”
“I mean, yes.” Hell, what did I mean? “I mean—”
“Tell me what you want,” he crooned. “Tell me, Beth.”
“Touch me.” I blurted the words out. They weren’t tentative, but they weren’t quite an order. More a plea.
“Is that all?”
“Just touch me, dammit.” I surprised myself with the unexpected command, and he barked out a laugh.
“Yes, ma’am.” He unfastened my jeans, and I shimmied my hips, lifting my thighs off the couch as he pulled my pants down and discarded them on the floor in a crumple of denim.
He ran his finger lightly over my panties, taking the same path he had over the seam of my jeans. “Touch you like this?”
I wriggled, looking for more. “Please.”
Maddox moaned in response to my desire. “This?” He did the same thing again, and I sighed, exasperation warring with desire.
“You want me to take them off?” It would’ve been easier if I could’ve vaporized them with my mind.
“Do you want to?” he countered before sliding his finger under the fabric and flicking it softly against me as I moaned and gripped the throw draped over the arm of the couch.
I moaned and nodded. “Off is good,” I ground out as I tried to control my breathing.
He braced his arms, and I glanced at him. “But the old-fashioned way. No ripping my expensive panties.”
He grinned, and I couldn’t be sure if he was disappointed or amused. Then he bent down between my legs and slid my panties down so slowly that every movement of them over my skin sent another shower of sparks through me.
I let my head drop back as cool air kissed my skin, then his tongue flickered across me, and I jerked like I’d been electrocuted. He did it again and again then nudged a fingertip just inside me as he sucked gently on me, rolling my clit beneath his tongue.
“Holy Mother of God,” I squeaked out, and his answering chuckle sent vibrations of pure lust rocketing to my core.
He moaned like I was a five-star meal, and I tightened my thighs around his head, trying to keep him in place.
My hand found my nipple almost of its own accord, and I arched against him as two of his fingers moved inside me, caressing places I’d
