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“What is it?” I snarl as she paces across the room, adjusting her dress, pulling it down to fully cover herself.
“I didn’t expect any of this to happen,” she says quietly. “I’m not ready for this.”
My gaze consumes the shape of her ass in that dress, so much more alluring to me now that I’ve felt her, her bare skin, her curvy hips.
She spins suddenly, waving her hands.
“I’m a freaking virgin, okay? I’m a twenty year old fucking virgin and it’s fucking embarrassing and I want to do this, want to do it so badly, but you’re… you. And I’m… me.”
“You’re a virgin,” I repeat, as warning signals go off in my head, as a voice tells me to calm down, to think about this before I ruin it all by telling her how I really feel.
Before I tell her about the madness that has gripped me.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“You’re a virgin,” I say again.
My heart is hammering and I feel intoxicated with the taste of her pussy, with her creaminess resonating all through me, sending lustful signals to my seed.
“How many times do I have to say it?” she groans. “Yes, I’m a virgin, a freaking virgin.”
I step forward, knowing it’s too late, knowing I can’t hold myself back anymore.
“Good,” I snarl.
Chapter Fifteen
Maddison
I stare at him, my tongue refusing to move, as though the only situation where it will work is when we’re kissing.
I’m still struggling to believe that Madden freaking Mitchell just tore my underwear down, that his finger was just inside of me, that his tongue moved across my pussy until I had no choice but to devolve into a sizzling orgasm.
My whole body is still tingling as I stare over at him, the word good bouncing around and around my mind.
I told him I’m a virgin and he said good.
Why?
“What’s good about it?” I murmur.
He draws in a heavy breath, his body seeming to expand, his fists clenching at his sides. His intense eyes are somehow even more wolfish like he’s on the edge of turning full beast again.
He stares like I always wished he would, in my crazy fantasies, in my most wild impossible dreams.
He stares like I’m the only woman who exists.
“Madden?” I ask. “Why is it good?”
He shakes his head, turning away. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But you did.” I rush toward him, heart thumping. “So you better explain.”
I stop just short of him, within touching distance, but there’s something about the way his whole body trembles that stops me from grasping onto his hulking shoulder. Everything feels on-edge like he could spin on me, grab me, throw me onto the bed and take me in a second.
The word good bounces around and around my mind.
“You said it was good I’m a virgin,” I whisper, forcing my words past the writhing nervousness that tries to throttle them. “Of all the freaking ways I imagined a man responding if I ever told him that—”
“What do you mean?” he snarls, spinning on me.
I let out a cry when he takes a step forward, looming over me with his silver hair all mussed. His lips twisted into a savage frown and his eyes have never blazed fiercer, have never been wilder.
“What?” I whimper.
“You said of all the ways you imagined a man responding… what fucking man? Who the fuck are you talking about?”
My core gives a quiver, as part of me clasps onto his words, the tingling comfort of hearing how possessive he is over me, how angry he gets at the thought of another man touching me.
“I wasn’t talking about anyone in particular,” I assure him quickly.
“Good,” he snaps. “Because if another man tried to touch you, I’d…”
“You’d what?” I hiss.
He bites down. “What were you going to say, before I interrupted you?”
“Stop changing the subject,” I snap. “It’s not fair. You can’t keep leaving me hanging like this.”
“I just…” He turns away and paces to the other side of the room, reaching for the nearest bookshelf and shuffling a volume. “I don’t like the idea of another man touching you. In fact, it makes me want to howl, to beat my goddamn chest, to find them and tear them to pieces. I’ve never been a jealous man, Maddie. But maybe that’s only because I’ve never had cause to be jealous. You… you do that to me. Fuck. But you’ll think I’m crazy.”
I focus hard, trying to sift through his words, trying to get to the true meaning hidden beneath.
What the heck is he trying to say?
My heart beats heavily in my throat, threatening to choke me, to smother me as crazy and impossible, and amazing thoughts flurry around my mind.
“Think you’re crazy?” I prompt, walking slowly over to him.
“How did you think I’d react?” he snarls, spinning on me and ignoring my question.
“I thought you’d be disappointed,” I say quickly, because I know he’s not going to quit. “I thought you’d want a crazy nympho. I thought a man like you, a rich handsome talented man like you, would want someone who knows what they’re doing.”
