Page 100 of The Love You Win

“I’ve missed you.” He presses a kiss on my forehead. It’s lingering and sweet. “This season is going to be so hard. Don’t want to be away from you.” He kisses my cheeks. First one and then the other.

I sigh, some of my tension dissipating with each new kiss he presses to my face. When I close my eyes, he kisses my eyelids. Then my jaw. Then my lips. When I open for him, his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. Heat pools in my belly and a soft moan escapes my lips, only to be swallowed by his.

We’re wearing too many clothes. My fingers go to the hem of his tee and scrabble to tug it up his torso. With a chuckle, Maddox grabs the fabric and tugs it off. As soon as our kiss is broken, it’s a race to get naked. Clothes puddle to the floor as our hands explore each other.

Once we’re bare, I push Maddox back onto my bed. He falls with a startled laugh. Then his large hands grab me, and I fall on top of him.

“Fuck.” He groans as our bodies connect skin to skin. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Mm, you do too.” My fingers trace the now-familiar planes of his body as he rocks his hips. The motion draws a gasp from my lips as arousal pools between my thighs. “Oh, god.”

Maddox kisses me like he’s desperate. His large, calloused hands roam my soft curves and we grow more frantic with every moment.

“Fuck me, Maddox. God, please fuck me.”

He hurries to unwrap a condom, rolling it down over the silky skin of his shaft. Within moments, the head of his cock is pressing into me. I gasp at the delicious stretch.

“You feel so good,” he praises. In two more thrusts, he’s seated fully inside of me and he stills, letting me adjust to him. Until I wrap my legs around his hips and urge him to move. “Impatient?”

“Yes.”

Maddox chuckles against my throat, but he obliges me. He feels so good. I can’t get enough of him. Each snap of his hips makes me moan. Sweat beads on my skin as we rock together. I need more. I need him deeper.

“Maddox,” I whine. “Harder. Deeper. Please.”

“You need me deeper, baby?”

All I can do is nod. Then I’m squealing as he pulls out, grabs my hips, and flips me onto my belly.

“Ass in the air, Isla.”

“Oh, god.” I hurry to comply. I need him to fill me back up. My body is desperate for release, and my soul is desperate for the connection. “Please. Please, Maddox.”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

I scream when he slams into me. His palm flattens on my back between my shoulder blades. It pushes my chest into the soft embrace of my mattress. The contrast between his forceful thrusts and the way the memory foam cradles me only pushes me closer to my release.

“That’s it, love. You take me so well. Look at your pretty ass bounce when I fuck you.”

Oh, god. His mouth.

My orgasm builds. Every muscle in my body tightens.

“I hope you’re ready, Isla. Because we won’t be done tonight until I’ve made you come at least four times.” When I whimper in response, his deep chuckle vibrates through me. “That’s right. We’re working up to the five I told you I’d wring out of you that first night.”

When his arm wraps around my hips and his fingers press against my clit, I scream. Wave after wave of bliss cause my body to tighten. I’m shaking and crying out his name as he pounds his hips against my ass. He’s relentless. It’s overwhelming.

It’s everything.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my shoulder as he kisses my feverish skin. His fingers don’t stop their ministrations. “Now give me another one.”

Ten minutes later, I do. And when he spills inside of me, I fall off that cliff of pleasure for a third time. We both collapse. We’re a tangle of limbs and sweat and sated bliss.

My heart feels lighter than it has all week, and I vow that I’m done hiding away. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about me or Maddox or our relationship. I can step out of my comfort zones for this man. He’s worth the risk. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him. And that’s not something I’m willing to hide from the world because some strangers on the internet don’t like me.

The words bubble up my throat as Maddox holds me. His fingers trail along my spine and our hearts beat in sync. I want to tell him. To take the risk. I want to be brave.

But as our breathing slows and my eyes grow heavy, I can’t quite push the words past my lips.

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