Rearing back, Maddox stared down at me in surprise. “What?”
Hair had fallen into his eyes, so I shoved it back with my hand, only to have it spring forward again.
Maddox swallowed so hard that the sharp point of his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed along the length of his throat. “What are you asking me for, Bristol?”
I rushed to explain, “I’m clean. I got tested after . . .” My voice trailed off; I didn’t want to say his name. Not here. Truth be told, if I never said it again, it would be too soon. “And I’m on birth control. I don’t want there to be anything between us. If you want me to be yours, then I am.”
Those green eyes I’d come to love widened, and he let out a sharp breath. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
Uncertainty filled his voice. “I’ve—I’ve never . . .”
He had a past, but he’d been safe. It was comforting to know, considering I hadn’t always been smart enough to protect myself.
I turned my head, unable meet his eye as I said, “It’s okay. We don’t have to.”
“No.” Maddox’s fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough to go bare.” A corner of his lips turned up. “I’m glad you’re the one.”
Thank God I was lying down because that would have been enough to make me swoon.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes.” I rocked my hips in answer.
He pulled back enough to center himself, the tip of his cock nudging against where I so desperately needed him. We’d been this close before, only to have him leave me. I wouldn’t survive if that happened again, so I brought my legs around his waist, locking my ankles so he couldn’t escape. I mean, he probably could’ve if he tried—he was a lot stronger than me—but that simple action got the point across, and he drove home in a single thrust, stealing my breath away with the sudden stretch.
Maddox’s groan sounded in my ear from where his head had dropped as soon as our bodies joined. “You feel so fucking good, Bristol.”
“And you feel . . . big.” Yeah, I wouldn’t be winning any awards for writing poetry anytime soon.
His raspy chuckle vibrated where our chests touched.
The skin-on-skin was intimate, and I could appreciate he needed a minute—hell, I probably needed more than a minute to adjust to the size of him—but the throbbing between my legs was insistent. I needed him to move and couldn’t wait, so I thrust against him.
“Jesus.” He moaned, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
When he lifted his head, I could see the restraint noticeable in every tensed muscle, the tendons in his neck pronounced with his jaw clenched.
“We’re gonna do this my way,” he gritted out, gripping my hands and clasping them together before raising them above my head.
I tried to buck against him, but he raised on his knees, widening his stance enough to dislodge my hold around his hips, my legs falling to the side.
Bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispered hotly, “I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this; draw it out for as long as I’m able.”
Practically pinned beneath him, I threw my head back on a breathy moan as he pulled back and thrust forward with agonizing slowness. I was on fire as his length dragged along every nerve ending I possessed.
“Maddox.” His name was said on a breathy sigh.
He hummed, gliding into me again and again steadily, never increasing his pace. Moving our hands to rest beside my head, he kissed my jawline before sealing his lips over mine. His tongue slid into my mouth as slowly as his cock, the combination driving me wild.
I’d never had sex like this—something I was coming to discover described every time with Maddox so far. I was used to guys grunting as they pounded into me hard, racing toward the end goal oftheirclimax. This slow, sensual dance was foreign to me, but I didn’t hate it. I was quickly learning that the connection was as crucial a factor as knowing which erogenous zones to exploit.
Maddox was making love to me, his body trying to coax mine into falling over that sharp cliff with him. Not just over that peak of pleasure, which promised ecstasy, but the one where you jumped on blind faith, the future unknown. It was a tempting proposition—one I was dangerously close to accepting.
Our skin grew slick with sweat, and I writhed beneath him as his slow strokes teased me with the promise of an orgasm that loomed just out of reach.
“Please,” I whined, fingers curling to grip his hands tighter.
