It’s unusual for someone else to lead while I sit back, but right now, it’s welcomed. I lean back and shut my eyes, only jerking awake when her hand prods me.
“We’re home,” she says.
I get out of the car and Maddie comes around to wrap an arm around me. Not that I need her help to stand upright or walk into the house. But it’s nice to feel her soft touch.
“You’re taking this very seriously,” I comment.
“Of course.” She turns up her chin. “I’m a very serious PA.”
Laughter rumbles through my chest and she smiles.
“Do you want something to eat?” She turns on the lights in the living room.
“No. Bed, then you’ll do that thing with your hands?”
She quirks her lip. “Yes, sir.”
Chapter Twenty
Maddie
Chance’s body is made of hard muscles borne of discipline and a strict lifestyle.
Hell, I don’t know why he’s letting me hold him. Despite the exhaustion lining his eyes, he looks as though he’d manage to get in bed alright without my help.
I press a hand to his arm to stop him and open the room door. I meet his eyes and they’re watching me with a curious expression.
Yeah, yeah. He once had me on my back and pulled whimpers from my lips in this very room mere nights ago. But that’s not why we’re here.
I pull him to sit on the edge of the bed. He follows my lead and sits quietly with his hands on his thighs and his head down.
My heart squeezes. He looks like a year’s worth of stress is pressing down on his shoulders.
I lean in and kiss his face. His hands come up to my hips and start a slow caress, and as I go lower, his breath comes out heavier. Mine too.
No, Maddie.
I draw myself away and offer him a small smile. We’re not doing that. Instead, I kneel and reach for his buttons.
He lets me take them off, then shrugs off the shirt. Off comes his inner shirt next. Then he takes off his shoes, rises to his feet, and takes off his slacks and socks.
He’s in only briefs.
My eyes are saucers in my head.
It’s hard to push aside the part of myself that just wants to push him on his back and writhe in his lap.
I tear my eyes from that tall glass of temptation and meet his gaze.
He’s so tired.
“Come on.” I pat his chest and ease him back down onto the bed. “Lie back.”
He does as I ask—head on the pillow, hands on both sides of him, and his eyes on the ceiling.
I sit next to his prone figure and rub my hands gently up his chest. It’s smooth but firm and breaks out in gooseflesh beneath my touch.
I glance at his face to make sure this is alright. He’s giving me a soft look. So soft my heart melts with it.
