“I could never be done with you.”
“Then why were you avoiding me?” he asks. “Why did you say we were a mistake?”
“Because I ruined everything,” I admit. “If it weren’t for me running off on you at the party, then Connor would have never followed us. It’s because of me that Connor was in our business in the first place.”
He shakes his head, pulling me into him. “You ruined nothing, Madeline. That was all him and his selfish reasons.” His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles. “So you’re not done with me?”
I let out a laugh, my eyes blurry through the tears. “Not even close.”
“Good,” he says, smiling. “Because I meant what I said before,” he says, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “I love you,princesa. I’m madly, irrevocably in love with you.”
I let out a sigh of relief, smiling up at him. “I love you too.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “Sweetest words I’ve ever heard,” he says with a grin. He grabs my face and pulls me into him, his lips pressing against mine. His lips move over mine as his hand curls behind my neck, moving my head to where he wants me.
His other hand grips my waist, holding me flush against him. His tongue swipes over my lips, and I open for him, letting out a breath of relief when his tongue slides against mine, and I relish the feeling of him in my arms.
“I need you,” I hum against his lips, wanting closer.
He pulls back with a smile on his face and smooths his thumb over my bottom lip. “You have me,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “You’ll always have me.”
Chapter 36
You are my life
As soon as I open the front door to my apartment, my lips find hers again. Madeline moans into my mouth, and I swallow it down, relishing how needy she is for me. Pushing the door closed, I turn us around and grab her ass in my hands before I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, not daring to move her lips from mine.
This girl does something to me. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t even care as long as I can keep her. Keep this. Us. No one has even gotten close to what we have. Other girls have tried to make it clear they were interested in me, but I never gave them the time of day. I always told myself having a girlfriend wasn’t worth it and that my family came first.
But this girl right here? She’s part of my family now, and she’s my top priority in everything.
“Jesus, Mads.” I grab the back of her neck, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. “You’re like a drug.” And I’m addicted, completely caught up on her and only her. That damn perfume that drives me crazy, her plump lips that I love, especially when they’re painted red, her long nails that she uses to scratch all over my back. Her long, gorgeous legs wrapped around my body.
She moans into my mouth, and the noise travels straight to my cock. I lift my hips, grinding my hard erection against her heat. Her head lulls back, pulling away from my mouth, and I trail open-mouth kisses along her jaw and her neck. Fuck. Her scent makes me dizzy, and I flatten my tongue against the sensitive skin of her neck, licking her up. She’s just so damnsweet. It’s maddening.
I spin us around and kick the door open. Heading into my room, I drop her down on the bed, earning a gasp from her as she opens her eyes. I groan at the sight of her on my bed, looking up at me. I swear she has me wanting to get on my knees and worship her for hours, days, forever if she’ll have me.
“Você é perfeita,” I murmur, lifting her dress up her thighs.You’re perfect. One day. I’ve been away from her for one fucking day, and I almost went out of my mind. I don’t give a fuck if it’s unhealthy for me to be this obsessed with her. Just let me be fucking addicted. I’ll take whatever pain if it means I get to be with her.
She shivers, licking her lips. “I missed you.”
I raise an eyebrow, smoothing my hand over the soft skin of her luscious thighs. I want her to suffocate me with these thighs while my tongue is deep in her pussy. “It was your fault you kept away,” I tell her, my chest cramping when I see her frown.
I was fucking miserable, calling, texting, running around looking for her, until I realized that she just didn’t want to see me.
I was losing my goddamn mind yesterday thinking she was done with me, that she figured out the risk of being with me wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t let her go, though, no matter what I had to do. If she wanted me to quit modeling, I’d do it. If shewanted me to announce publicly that I love her, I’d do it. Whatever it was that she wanted, I would do it because the thought of not having Madeline in my life was pure fucking agony.
I was fucking foolish to think we could just go our own separate ways after the contract was done. Madeline is so deeply ingrained in my soul that if she left, I’d die.
“Maybe I should punish you,” I muse, lifting her dress even higher. “Maybe I should leave you on this bed, wet and aching, desperate to come, and leave you unsatisfied.”
“No,” she whispers, her breaths coming out shaky when I press my thumb to her sweet, swollen clit. The material of her black satin panties is completely fucking drenched, and a groan escapes me when I let my finger trace the outline of her pussy.
“No?” I repeat, teasing her so fucking slowly that she starts to tremble. “You think you deserve to feel good after you shut me out?” I swallow harshly, pulling the material of her panties to the side, groaning when I see her drenched for me.
“It was less than a day,” she whimpers, grinding her hips.
“And it was too fucking long.” I drop her panties back in place, running my hand over her thighs instead.
