Unlike all the other times we’d locked lips—where it was frenzied as we raced toward the ultimate goal of sex—this time, Maddox took his time, savoring the moment. His forehead pressed to mine as his hands gently caressed my cheeks. Our breaths mingled as our mouths drew so close that I could feel the phantom brush of his lips.
I let out a shaky breath of anticipation. I didn’t want to rush this moment; it felt bigger than us, like our lives were about to change forever.
Maddox’s lips ghosted over the corner of mine as I clung to him, threading my fingers through his hair, not urging him closer, just holding on for dear life.
One brush of his lips. Two. Then a third before our mouths fused.
I parted for him instantly, but Maddox was in no rush, acting as if we had all the time in the world. The tenderness of our kiss made me dizzy. No one had ever kissed me like this, just like they’d never put my pleasure first in bed.
The evidence was mounting that Maddox was different. In so many ways.
He tugged my lower lip between his teeth, and I moaned, pressing my body flush against his. I could feel his erection pressed to my belly, and I rubbed against it as the ache grew between my thighs. I was desperate for more.
Maddox dragged his mouth along my jaw, teasing the skin of my neck with his teeth. I shrugged the suit jacket away, bordering on overheating. That gave him access to my shoulder, bared by the neckline of my sweater.
“Fuck, Bristol. You’re a goddamn dream come true.” His breath was hot in my ear as he whispered those words.
Looping my arms around his neck, I hitched a leg around his thigh before grinding against it. Maddox took the hint, sliding his hands over my ass to grip the back of my legs and lifting, pulling me into his strong arms.
I was jostled slightly as he carried me across the length of the deck. I gasped when my back met with a freezing cold stone wall but groaned when Maddox pressed closer to pin me against it, the ridge of his cock lining up perfectly between my open thighs.
Fuck it. I didn’t care where we were. I needed him now.
“Please, Maddox.” My breathy voice betrayed my desperation.
“What is that you need, love?” His hands drifted up from my waist to brush the swells of my breasts.
“You.” I sucked in a sharp breath when he tweaked a nipple. “Please.”
He let out a low chuckle. “You look so pretty when you beg.”
I moaned, my head lolling back against the side of the house. He was teasing me, and I was ready to combust.
Two can play at this game.
“I bet I’d look even better on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”
“Jesus Christ,” Maddox hissed. A hand tangled in my hair, forcing me to meet his gleaming green eyes in the moonlight. “Maybe later, baby.”
That was the last thing he said before his mouth slammed onto mine, and all traces of softness vanished. His tongue demanded entry, battling mine with practiced strokes, setting me on fire. His grip on my body grew punishing, skirting the line of pain, but I didn’t want him to stop.
His cock strained against his fly as he ground against me, sparking the flames that grew hotter with each passing minute. I was fairly certain if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I would die. That’s how badly I needed him.
“Bristol? Are you out here? Oh shit. My bad.” A familiar feminine voice broke through my lust-induced haze, and I froze.
Maddox had the same reaction, breaking the kiss and turning his head to glare at whomever had interrupted us.
I tracked his gaze to find Hannah standing five feet away with a “cat caught the canary” grin on her face. Of all the people to find us like this.
She gestured a hand toward where Maddox still had me pressed against the side of the house. “I see we’ve moved past the denial stage. Please, proceed.”
With both hands anchored on my waist, Maddox slid me down his body until I was set on my feet. My legs were unsteady, so I held onto him to make sure I didn’t collapse and embarrass myself further.
“Shame.” Hannah clicked her tongue in disappointment.
“What do you want, Hannah?” Annoyance laced Maddox’s tone.
“Apologies again, lovebirds. The bride-to-be was searching for her maid of honor, and I thought I spied her sneaking out onto the deck.”
