Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
My back hits the glass, but that doesn’t stop him from coming forward. He sandwiches me between a window and his rock-hard chest. His cock strains the fabric of his pants as it presses roughly into my stomach.
I look up, panting. “This is a good start.”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t take you as someone who would be so easily impressed.”
“Oh, I didn’t say I was impressed.”
“Challenge accepted.”
His mouth crashes against mine. Somehow, I wasn’t expecting it and gasp.
I’m pinned, unable to move, as he expertly explores my mouth. He teases, darting his tongue along my lip before nipping it with his teeth.
“Ah,” I say, moaning just before he takes my mouth again.
His hands roam my body—squeezing my hips, running up my stomach before palming my chest. His fingers drift over my shoulders and up my neck, sending a flurry of shivers over my skin.
It’s as if he must touch as much of me as he can. Like he’s waited a lifetime for this moment.
And all I can do is stand there and try to kiss him back.
His hands are in my hair, holding my head in place like I would have the audacity to pull away. He presses kisses across my jaw and back again. I lift my chin, giving him access to my neck.
My knees weaken, threatening to collapse, as he licks a line down my throat to my collarbone. He nibbles my shoulder before leaving a kiss in the same spot.
I drag in a ragged breath and squeeze my eyes closed.
“Still not impressed.” My voice is ragged, the words punctuated by my gasps for air.
He chuckles against my throat, the vibrations doing nothing for the pool of desire between my legs.
His hands are planted on either side of my head before he pulls away. His lips are wet, plump, and his cheeks are flushed as he looks at me.
“Well, I apologize,” he says, shoving off the window. “Because I am very, very impressed.”
He grabs the hem of my dress and bunches it at my waist. “Hold this.”
It’s not a request.
I swallow nervously and gather the fabric in my hands. He slides a hand between my legs as he kisses me again.
His mouth absorbs the moan triggered by the sensation of his fingers at my opening.
Fuck.
I dig a hand into his hair and moan again as he slides my panties to the side. His fingers dip into my opening.
This time, it’s me that swallows his growl.
I smile against his lips, yelping as he bites down on my lip and tugs. It stings when he releases it, but I barely notice.
He steps away. “Lean back against the glass.”
I rest my shoulders against the window. The glass squeaks as my skin moves against it.
Maddox grips my thighs and then sinks to the floor in front of me.
Holy shit.
His eyes lock with mine from his kneeling position. I pant as he trails his fingertips from my calves, so fucking slowly, to the tops of my thighs.
I shiver as he loops his fingers through the fabric of my panties. The sheer mesh scratches against my skin as he draws them to the floor and then tosses them to the side.
“I have to admit,” he says as he spreads my legs farther apart. “You looked beautiful earlier tonight. But this?”
He rocks back on his heels and makes a show of gliding his gaze from my feet—still dusted with sand, up my thighs, and over my exposed sex. I shiver as he bites his lip, taking in my cleavage—the top of my dress askew from his earlier assault, up my neck to my face.
“This is my favorite so far,” he says, his voice husky.
I smirk. “I’m pretty sure if you’re about to do what I think you’re going to do—that will definitely be my favorite look on you.”
His eyes flare.
I hold my breath as he leans forward and grips my hips. Nothing about what he’s doing is gentle or permissive. He’s owning me.
He tilts me toward him as he gets closer, planting kisses along my thighs.
My head falls to the glass, my eyes closing, as the anticipation nearly kills me.
He scoots closer and grips the backs of my legs. He presses another kiss to the inside of my leg, but this time, he places the pad of his thumb there.
My clit.
I tremble at the contact—just light enough to drive me wild. I groan, spreading my legs wider, giving him all the access that he wants.
He rubs the spot, varying the intensity, driving me wild.
“Are you impressed yet?” he asks, knowing damn good and well that I’m impressed.
“You’re getting closer,” I whimper.
He chuckles. “Let’s try this then. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You—ah! Fuck!”
He flicks his tongue against my bud, sending a shock wave of pleasure ripping through me.
“Mad,” I half-yell, half-moan. I lift my head to see he’s watching me.