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I don’t want to tell her, but what else am I supposed to do? Honestly, I’m surprised Juliet hasn’t called Madison to rub her face in the mess I’ve made.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I drink it without really tasting it, as my mind is plagued with so many thoughts. How do I tell her, and where do I start? I know it doesn’t matter because no matter what I say, I’m fucked. I need a plan B because plan A sucks.
“Coffee smells good.”
Masking my inner turmoil, I turn around with a staged smile. However, when I see her wearing a navy bra and tight running shorts, all my worries disappear. “Where’s the rest of your top?” I inquire, unable to tear my gaze off her toned, slender midriff.
She laughs, which does mindboggling things to her chest. “It’s called a crop top. People run in them all the time.”
It should be called a cock tease, I silently reply.
“Yes, but I bet none of them look as good as you do.” How does she expectme to focus on anything other than all her scantily clad good bits?
“Dixon?”
“Hmm?” I distractedly reply, undressing her with my eyes.
“You’re staring.”
“You would, too.”
Her suddenly flushed flesh reminds me of last night, and I can’t resist her any longer. Placing my mug on the counter, I reach her in two huge strides. Before she has time to react, I pull her into my arms and smash my lips on hers. She’s stunned, her mouth slack underneath mine, but as I nudge it open with my tongue, she explodes around me.
I want to fucking eat her alive, so I devour her like she’s my last meal—and in a way, she is. I know, once the day is done, I’ll be starved of her love.
I’ve never been more forceful with her, but her tiny whimpers and desperate touches reveal she likes my domination. I kiss her madly, fisting my hand into her loose hair, holding her prisoner as I consume her mouth. Her succulent perfume assaults my senses, and my need to overthrow her assails me, so I lift her, planting her ass onto the counter. She opens her legs, welcoming me home.
Our mouths never miss a beat as we kiss, robbing each other of air. But who needs air when Madison is my life source?
My impatient dick demands to break free from its confines, so I drive my hips forward, pressing my hard-on into her center. However, when she gasps and stills, I scold myself for being so aggressive with her.
“I’m s—” But the words die in my throat when she slowly reaches between us and strokes over my cock.
Her hands on me are exactly what I crave, and although I don’t deserve it, I need it so, so badly. She watches me with curious eyes as she fondles my arousal and appears to be gauging the feel of my cock as she works up and down my length unhurriedly. Meanwhile, her jerky, unsure movements are sending my brain into overdrive, and if I don’t pull away now, I will, like a pubescent teen, come in my pants. That would be embarrassing.
“Madison…” I attempt to pull my hips away, but she surprises me by holding on tight.
“I want to…to go down on you,” she confesses, biting her lip a second later.
My dick is standing in salute, so ready to get this show on the road. But my conscience is punching me in the guts, telling me that I cannot take that from her until I tell her the truth. If she knew where my dick had been before her, I’m sure she wouldn’t be so eager to pleasure me with that chaste mouth. And just like that, my cock flips me off and retreats.
“You don’t want me to?” she asks with a small frown.
With regretful fingers, I gently remove her hand from my crotch. “Of course I do. The proof is in my pants.”
“But?” she prompts.
“But…” I’m a lying, undeserving bastard. “But not now,” I settle for instead.
She appears disappointed but doesn’t press. When she hides behind her hair, I know I’ve hurt her feelings. By trying to protect her and her decency, I’ve inadvertently made her feel unwanted.
Fucking great.
“Maddy…”
“You ready to go?” she interrupts, trying to appear unaffected.
I could give her the whole, “it’s not you, it’s me” speech, but I’ve been on the receiving end of that little sermon, and quite frankly, it blows. No matter the truth, the entire concept is belittling, and I would rather say nothing than deliver her such an excuse.
