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“I don’t know,” I shrug. "But even if you love me, I don’t love you.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, so I take it a step further. “I just lust after you. I enjoy having sex with you, but you’re right about one thing. You’re a selfish bastard and you’re not capable of seeing anything except yourself. I can never love a man like that.”
His jaw tightens. I wonder if I’ve made him mad, but he sighs, squeezing his eyes together. “Alright, I get it.”
I'm disappointed he's given up so easily but I nod.
"So, I’ll have to show you, then," he says, startling me.
"What?"
He gives another firm nod, his eyes opening and snagging mine. "You don’t believe me. So, I’ll have to prove it to you.”
“What the—“ That's not how I expected that to go. I release a deep breath and sigh. "I. Don’t. Love. You.”
“I. Don’t. Believe. You.”
His next move is so sudden I’m stunned., I barely react when he drags my face toward his, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I want to reject the kiss, but I can’t. I’m not strong enough to reject the drug seeping into my bones, bringing the butterflies back to life. Despite myself I can’t help my body’s response to him, the way it sways easily against his when his hands wrap around my waist pulling me closer.
The minute my body touches his, he groans into my mouth like a dying man. The guttural sound lights fire in my entire body, driving lust to unbelievable heights until I’m practically shaking from it. God, I missed him. It’s not even been twenty-four hours since we last had sex, and yet my body craves his body like a drug.
As his lips devour my mouth, his traveling hands are a balm on my heated skin. He slips his fingers under my shirt, yanking down my bra. When I feel his hand mold my breast, it’s my turn to moan.
“Fuck,” he gasps, as his fingers find my nipples, plucking them. “You drive me insane.”
I make another sound, before his mouth silences mine again. Warning hints at the back of my brain but I shut it down fiercely.Just this once,I tell myself.Just one more time, as a goodbye.
Even though I want it to last forever.
It’s all happening too quickly. Before I know it, I’m burying my hand in his hair and pulling him close. He’s picking me up and pressing me against a tree and my leg are wrapped around his waist. The jagged bark scratches my skin as he rips open my clothes, popping a few buttons in the process. I attack his belt, pulling it open because I want him inside me right fucking now.
This is indeed crazy.
It’s quick, messy, senseless. There’s no rhyme or reason to what we’re doing but pretty soon my clothes are off, and his hands are on my ass, holding, kneading.
“Slow,” he mutters as though to himself. “I need to slow down.”
I shake my head. I don’t want slow. I think I’d die if he slows down.
My hand finds his cock and he releases a choked sound. Power rushes through me as I stare into his eyes, controlling the huge thing in my hand, guiding it to my center.
And when I finally brush against my opening, his control shatters.
“Fuck,” he whispers in a choked voice, as he thrusts into me deep. I bite back a scream as my nerves tingle and explode.It feels so good.
He draws back and thrust again, deeper this time. My head digs back into the tree and I hold on for dear life as the orgasm already threatens on the horizon, nerves drawing together in anticipation.
His eyes are squeezed shut, but then they fly open to watch me and his face is twisted in pained passion.
“I love you,” he growls as he pushes into me again. This time, my eyes close from the sheer pleasure and the rush of everything that’s happening.
“I love you,” he whispers it against my ears. His voice strained, which tells me he’s close. So am I. I’m so close I could cry, and actually do. I don’t know if it’s the sordid ecstasy of the act, the buildup of all the emotions or a combination of everything. I cry for myself and mourn the heart that I gave to him. I cry for him and everything we could have been.
I turn my face away so he doesn’t see but he drags my eyes back to his, staring at them strongly.
As the orgasm rips through us simultaneously, he says it again. “I. Love. You.”
When it ends, I feel hollow and spent but Maddox doesn’t even allow me space to pick up the pieces of my broken pride. Instead, as we collapse to the floor, he holds me in his arms, ignoring my feeble struggles to be released.
