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Penelope has let me in, she’s opening up, and now I get to explore our physical connection even more. And believe me, you won’t hear me whining about that one bit.
Chapter12
Penelope
Sex. I need sex now.
And not just because I’m a woman with needs and that orgasm was just a tease of pleasure that I haven’t had since the last time Maddox and I hooked up.
No, I need sex because I need to shut off these feelings that Maddox keeps bringing up in me.
He took me hiking, watched the sunset with me, and then made me come—how the hell am I supposed to resist that? How the hell am I supposed to maintain some dignity and pump the brakes on what we’re doing if he keeps acting fucking perfectly?
I can’t. And that’s why I need to reset, go back to what I know—and what I know is that Maddox can deliver one hell of an orgasm. And perhaps reminding my body what sex feels like will help me squash these other emotions that are building up inside of me, threatening to take over and crush my control.
The drive back to Maddox’s place is quiet, riddled with sexual tension. Little does he know that I’m also at war with myself mentally, but hopefully that will shut off the moment I have his dick inside me again.
We arrive at Maddox’s apartment, and I stumble a little once I get a glimpse at the inside. How is it this comfortable and decorated already?
“What’s that look on your face for?” he asks as I walk across his living room to the sliding glass door to check out the view. It’s a modest place for a professional football player, but I also realize he had to move across the country fairly quickly, so he was probably just looking for a place to put his bed for the time being.
“You’ve decorated. It’s just surprising for a man to care about stuff like that.” There are a few framed posters on the wall of his jersey and articles featuring his accomplishments, books on some shelves by the television, and a navy throw blanket on the couch. The walls aren’t completely bare, and I’m seriously surprised.
He shoves his hands in his pockets as he grins at me. “Well, besides the few hours of practice I’ve had each day, I haven’t had much to do. That is, besides pursuing you.”
I twist to face him again. “Then how about you cash in on your prize?”
He cocks a brow. “My prize?”
I rip my sports bra off and then shove down my spandex capris, standing before him in nothing but my thong. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Because I sure as hell know it’s what I want.”
Taking a few steps toward me, he studies my face. “You’re not some prize to be won, Penelope. I want nothing more than to bend you over the arm of my couch and spank you for thinking otherwise, though I’d be lying if I said that the thought doesn’t turn me on immensely.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I practically beg. “Just, please, fuck me already, Maddox. I... I need it.”
A look of understanding crosses his face, and with lightning speed, he reaches out, pulls me into his chest, and caresses my face. “If that’s what you need, then I can do that for you. I want to give you anything you need, sweetheart.”
Slowly, he lowers his mouth to mine, and the spark that ignites when our lips touch is enough to flip that switch in my brain, the one that allows me to focus on the physical touch instead of the intensity of my emotions.
Maddox reaches down and grabs my ass, lifting me up so my legs can wrap around his waist. Then he stalks further into the apartment. “Shower first.”
“That’s not necessary,” I mumble against his lips.
“No, it is, babe. I’m sweaty in places where I want your mouth, but I won’t ask you to go there until I’m clean.”
Laughing, I lean back from his face a bit. “Good point.”
Maddox sets me down on the tiled bathroom floor and turns the shower on as I shove down my thong so I’m completely naked now. Then he begins stripping in front of me, and the sight has me squeezing my legs together in an attempt to quell the ache that’s thrumming throughout my body.
Jesus, I almost forgot how sexy his body is—his hard and defined chest, his pierced nipples, his tattoos—every detail is calling out to me, and suddenly I feel like a dog that can’t stop panting.
I want to lick every inch of him.
Once he takes off his shoes and pushes down his shorts, he yanks me into his chest again, kissing me thoroughly as we step into the shower.
Water cascades over us as I reach down and begin to stroke him, playing with his piercing as he grows rock-hard in my hand.
“Jesus, woman.”
