I sink my fingers into his thick dark hair and pull him closer, dragging his body flush with mine. He groans into my mouth, nipping at my lip before pulling back, leaving us both panting for breath. “Fuck, Ellie, I have wanted to kiss you for so fucking long.”
“Then why did you wait all this time?”
He smirks, obviously enjoying the way he’s reduced me to mush with one touch of his lips. “I wanted to be sure first. I needed to be sure that it’s what we both wanted. Because I knew this wouldn’t just be a kiss. I knew kissing you would lead to so much more.”
“More?”
He hums, running his nose over my neck. “There are so many parts of you I want to taste, baby.”
Baby.Oh my goddess, hearing him speak like that is driving me wild. I would surely melt into a puddle if he wasn’t holding me up. Then he lifts me, like I weigh ninety pounds instead of almost double that, and wraps my legs around his waist. The hard length of him presses against my center, making me so desperate for him that I instinctively grind against his body. He grunts and lets out a string of Spanish curses. I don’t know what they mean, but they sound hot.
He walks into his bedroom, me clinging on to him, and lays me gently on the bed. The bed where I slept alone just a couple of nights ago, imagining exactly this. I glance up at him from between my lashes and gasp at what I see. He towers above me, his face filled with hunger, his rigid cock a clear outline beneath his shorts. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. His eyes rake over me greedily as he drinks me in, then sinks to his knees on the carpet and starts pulling off my right sneaker.
Oh, good goddess. What the hell are we doing here? “M-Maddox, are you sure?”
He nods, grinning, and then tosses my shoe over his shoulder. It clatters off the wall. “Yes. I’m fucking sure. Are you?”
I nod enthusiastically, terrified he might stop. Come to his senses and change his mind. I bite down on my lip while he removes my other shoe. And then he’s pulling off my grippy socks, peeling off my leggings, and it’s all happening so fast. I tense, suddenly very aware of the scars at the tops of my inner thighs. My heart starts to flutter behind my breastbone.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties, baby?”
Crap. Forgot about that too. And he just called me baby again. If I were wearing panties, they would have melted off me anyway. So many emotions and feelings are rushing around my head. It’s spinning so much I grasp the sheets in my palms to try and steady myself. “I went to Pilates this morning, and I don’twear them for class.” I hate the way they wriggle up my ass crack, but I don’t tell him that.
He tips his head back and groans. “You are a naughty fucking girl.”
Yes, yes I am. Getting naughtier by the second.
I suck in a shuddering breath and force myself to calm down, to chase away any nerves and enjoy the moment. This is Maddox. He’s my best friend. So what if he’s going to see my scars—he already knows about them. I’m safe with him. He won’t judge me, and he doesn’t even have to look at them if they turn him off. He could close his eyes.
I contemplate pressing my legs together so they’re less noticeable, but he has other ideas, and none of them seem to involve me keeping my legs closed. He crawls onto the bed, and his palms land on the insides of my knees before he pushes them wider apart. “Let me see you, El,” he growls, strong hands gliding up the soft skin of my thighs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe, Ellie.
His fingertips glide over the silvery-white stripes that crisscross the tops of my legs. I close my eyes, so self-conscious now, feeling so exposed. I’m hoping that he’ll quickly move on, or maybe that he’s not even looking at them at all. But then his mouth brushes the skin there, and he tenderly kisses a path along each one. Letting me know he sees them. Letting me know he doesn’t find them repulsive. That he wants all of me.
I push up onto my elbows, and the sight that I’m greeted with almost unravels me. Maddox James’s head between my thighs, his mouth trailing over my skin. Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought it would feel this good. “Fuck, Ellie, you smell incredible, baby. Can I taste you?”
Can he?Oh, hell yes, sir.I press my lips together and nod, scared I’ll sound too pathetic and needy if I speak right now. I’ve had enjoyable sex before, but I’ve never felt this kind ofoverwhelming need. It’s raging through me, filling me up. What if that’s unattractive to him? What if I sound too desperate and it turns him off? What if my stomach wobbles when I lose control and he finds it disgusting? What if…
Oh. My. Goddess.Maddox’s warm delicious tongue licks a firm path up my center, and my entire body vibrates with pleasure. My brain short circuits. I forget about everything in the world but him and his wondrous tongue.
“Fucking amazing, baby,” he growls before doing it again.
My thighs tremble against the pressure of his powerful hands. My pulse races. Hot aching need spikes in my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and pleasure ignites in my veins as a hoarse cry rips from my throat.
“That’s my girl,” he rumbles against my sensitive flesh, the movement of his mouth and gentle scratch of his beard only heightening the already intense sensations.
“Maddox,” I rasp, hands grasping for his hair.
“I know, baby. I know.” His mouth works over me, lips, teeth, and tongue all laboring together to bring me to the edge, knowing exactly what I need and exactly how to take me to the very brink. Over and over again he teases me, leaving me teetering, begging him to take pity on me. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever endured.
“That’s it, El, you’re doing so good for me. You’re so fucking perfect.” His praise is my undoing. As soon as he touches his tongue to me again, I come so hard and explosively that my teeth rattle in my head. Liquid heat rushes out of me, and Maddox drinks it up like its nectar from the gods, lapping away every last drop. I shudder and shake, waves of pleasure continuously rolling over me.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts, grinding his hips into the mattress and letting out an animalistic moan. I’m pretty sure that is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard coming from a man’s mouth.
Did he just come while he was eating me?
He crawls onto the bed, making no attempt to hide the obvious wet spot on his gray running shorts. His beard is covered in my arousal, and he licks his lips while he makes an appreciative humming sound. “You really are fucking delicious. You taste even better than I imagined you would.”
