I stuck my tongue out, and he leaned forward and kissed it.
“Put me down. I want you naked.” I wriggled from his arms, gratified by the prominent bulge already in the front of his pants.
He gripped the hem of his T-shirt and whipped it over his chest before balling it up and tossing it to the floor behind him.
My mouth dried at the sight of his muscular chest and his chiseled abs, and I reached out to touch him.
He backed away quickly and wagged a playful finger at me as he shook his head. “No touching.”
“Oh.” I smirked at him. “Are we in that dangerous just one touch situation again?”
His eyes widened briefly, and he shook his head. “No. In fact, I plan on fucking you all night long.”
My legs wobbled at the conviction with which he spoke.
“Sounds…painful.” But my voice came out too thin to carry off the joke.
“Never painful,” he promised. “But I hope you have a fondness for orgasms.”
Heat licked through me, and I nodded as he stepped toward me to cup one of my breasts through my negligee. He strummed against the nipple with his thumb, and it formed a hard peak through the fabric of my teddy. My breathing became more ragged, but I tried to maintain his gaze as desire lurked in the shadows in his eyes.
His lips parted, and he slowly bent toward me, taking forever before his lips finally met mine. I stretched onto my tiptoes, one hand steadying myself on his shoulder as I deepened the kiss, taking the lead and sliding my tongue over his lips.
He opened his mouth and kissed me almost lazily like he had all the time in the world, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as his hand slipped from my breast, and he crushed me against his chest instead.
“Can you feel how much I want you?”
I nodded at his urgent whisper as his cock nudged against me through his pants.
“I’m really wet,” I confessed, and he groaned at my admission.
I rubbed my thighs together, seeking friction, and he dropped his hand to where my thighs met. Then he dipped his finger between them. “You certainly are,” he confirmed.
When he claimed my mouth again, it was with more urgency, and I would have melted into a pool of desire on the floor if he hadn’t been holding me up. I pressed my hands between us and worked the buttons on his jeans before pushing them roughly from his waist.
He’d promised me more this time, and I was damn sure going to make sure he delivered.
His hands roamed all over me—underneath the teddy, over it, setting every inch of me alight, and I smiled in satisfaction at the success of one small outfit change.
“I’ll have to wear this more often if it gets this reaction from you,” I said between pants as he kissed the side of my neck.
“Oh, yeah?” His words were a low growl.
“Yeah. I’m thinking while cleaning the house, running errands, going to the store.” I paused and waited for his reaction, almost knowing it would be a territorial one.
I didn’t have to wait long.
“Mine.” The word was part growl, part roar as he lifted me off my feet and laid us both out on the bed in one fast movement. He stretched over me and pushed his jeans off the rest of the way.
Excitement blazed through every part of me at the lust and possessiveness in his eyes, and I basked in being the one to incite it.
“Mine,” he said again, but more gently this time.
“What’s yours?” I teased.
He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and fluttered kisses over my face. “This,” he murmured. More kisses tracked down my neck. “And this.” He drew down my spaghetti straps and revealed the curve of each of my breasts before trailing his tongue along their curves. “Definitely these.”
I shifted restlessly beneath him, desperate for his touch where I wanted it most. “Stop teasing me.”
He drew away and looked at me, one eyebrow lifted in a way that made him look amused. “I’m just wondering how much more persuasion you needed not to wear this to the store.”
“None.” I pressed against him again. “None.” I paused. “I’m yours.” At that moment, I meant it fully. I’d worry about later, well, later.
Maddox’s expression changed and lines of tension formed on his forehead. He closed his eyes as he held himself stiffly above me, opening a gap between us. He sucked his breath through his nose like he was fighting for control, but when he opened his eyes again, they showed no strain.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He lowered back toward me, pressing against me with just enough weight as he nestled himself between my legs. He traced his hand down my side, and I tensed to withhold my shudder.
“Tickles,” I ground out.
“Oh. Sorry about that.” But he did it again anyway.
His progress to where I most wanted him was excruciatingly slow, and I widened my legs in a blatant invitation. Cool air teased across my skin, and my arousal spiked.
Maddox breathed in and the look of focused strain crossed his face again.
“You okay?” I whispered the words because I needed him to be okay and finish this.
He nodded. “You just smell amazing.”
Before I could respond, he pressed a finger against my clit, and I gasped at the sudden stimulation. He rolled it gently, and I moved my hips towards him, gentle thrusts that I couldn’t have controlled if I wanted to. I lifted my head and kissed his neck, sucking the skin into my mouth.
He growled. “Yes, mark me.”
I gasped out a giggle because it had been a long time since my hickey days, but another low growl rumbled through his chest.
He dipped a finger into me, and his cock lay hot and hard between our bodies. I slid my hand down and touched the tip of
