Warm Hands, Warm Feet, Warm Heart
MADDOX
Ican’t get enough of her.
Every night I dreamed of her. I wanted her every hour, every minute, every second of every damn day. Christmas had come and gone, and we were speeding toward New Year’s Day and, eventually, my departure date. And I found myself in the peculiar position ofnotwanting to leave.
The sound of my zipper being released echoed in the room. “Sloane,” I groaned, burying my fingers in her hair. Her tiny hand slid inside my boxer briefs and closed around my dick. “Fuck.”
She licked me from base to tip, keeping her eyes on me, watching me. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around me and sucked me in. Her eyes fluttered closed as she repeated the motion—over and over again.Damn.
I pressed into her, transfixed as she worked. The way her tongue brushed against me, the feel of her warm mouth around me, the amount of suction she used, the sounds she made…Damn. She looked so perfect with her mouth around my dick that I wanted to capture the image with my camera. And the fact that she looked like she was enjoying it?Shit,I’m going to come.
A few curse words, a grunt, and a low groan was all I could manage. I wanted to tell her to stop, that I wanted to be inside her when I came, but her eyes popped open and she shook her head slightly, signaling that she didn’t plan on stopping. So, I let go, coming so long and so hard that I could barely breathe.
Sloane licked me again, a wicked gleam in her eyes. And I… was once again wrecked by the woman in front of me. I tugged her to her feet and kissed her, pouring everything into the kiss. I fell back on the bed, pulling her with me and rolling her onto her back. “I can’t get enough of you.” I nipped at her chin, then kissed my way to her breasts. I tugged on her nipple with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth.
She groaned. “Doc.”
The nickname was new, something she’d started calling me yesterday actually. I loved it. I pushed inside her, fusing my mouth to hers again. There was something about the way we moved together, the way we fit together.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and brushed her finger over my jaw. I sensed she wanted to say something, but she didn’t speak. I didn’t question it either. We made slow, quiet love this time. The only sounds that registered were the hum of the ceiling fan and the pounding of my heart in my ear. We came at the same time, our mouths sealed together, our bodies clinging to each other.
After a moment, I circled her nose with mine and rolled over on my back, pulling her with me. She swept her hand over my chest and purred. “I’m tempted to keep you,” she said.
Her words gave me pause because there really was no good reason she couldn’t. Other than the fact that we’d never discussed what happens next. “Would it be a bad thing to keep me?” Silence stretched on and I wondered what she was thinking. “Sloane?”
“Hmm?”
My stomach roiled and a heaviness settled in my chest. “What’s on your mind?”
“Work,” she grumbled, sitting up. “I have a lot of shit to catch up on.”
Sloane wasn’t a liar, so it bothered me that she felt the need to lie. “I thought you were taking some time off?” I challenged.
She glanced around the room, looking everywhere but at me. “What did you do with my underwear?”
Again, she’d ignored my question. “You could always stay,” I suggested. We’d slept together several times, but the only time we’d spent the entire night together was Christmas. Since then, there was always an excuse, a reason to leave. “It’s the middle of the night, Sloane.”
She slumped forward and let out a heavy sigh. “Maddox… I’m sorry. I have to go.” She slid off the bed, pulling the comforter with her and wrapping it around her body. As she searched for her things, I watched her. Waited for her to say something else. Apparently, she was going to pretend I hadn’t asked her a couple of questions. “Ah, there it is.” She picked up her dress and walked into the bathroom. Several minutes later, she emerged, fully dressed. Her hair was combed, and she’d even put on fresh lip gloss.
“Are you going home? Or to the bar?” That came out more accusatory than I’d intended, but fuck it. I was pissed.
She turned to me, a smile on her face. “The bar? Why would I go to the bar?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, why would you?”
“Maddox.” She climbed onto the bed and kissed me. “I’m just going home, okay?” I stared at her, but didn’t comment. “Fine, you asked if it would be so bad if I kept you?”
“And you acted like I didn’t say anything,” I said.
“Because it’s… The point is I can’t keep you. Do you really think this can go anywhere? You live in South Carolina, and I’m not moving. My life is here, and I wouldn’t ask you to leaveyourlife for me. I’ve enjoyed being with you, spending time getting to know you. I don’t want to see you leave, but you will. So…”
“That’s it?” I finished for her. “No conversation about it.”
“I thought we were talking about it now, but maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow after my last two dates.”
My body tensed. “Wait, what? I thought you were done with that.”
