Page 132 of The Love You Win

With a groan, I tug her pretty purple sweater over her head. It leaves her in a sexy black lace bra that gives me a perfect view of peaked, rosy nipples. Her chest rises and falls harshly, those crystalline blue eyes of hers fixed on my face as I drink her in. My fingers skim over her flushed skin. They blaze a path from her shoulders over her collarbone, then down the valley between her breasts. She’s so soft. Inviting.

She’s home.

Silently, I drag one strap over her shoulder and down until the lacy cup falls and exposes her breast for me. The hard bud of her nipple begs to be touched. I drag my thumb over her puckered flesh, and Isla gasps. Her eyes flutter shut as she gasps.

“Maddox. Please.”

“Are you aching for me, baby?” I bend down and trail nips and kisses down the column of her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access. “Do you need relief only I can give?”

“Yes.” She grips my biceps as I pull the second cup down. “I need you.”

I need her too. With an intensity that should scare the hell out of me. But it doesn’t. Not now that I know she’s willing to give me a second chance. “You have me. Always. I’m yours, Isla.”

Wide blue eyes meet mine. Her pupils are blown wide and little pants slip past her bee-stung lips. “Promise?”

With a growl, I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. “Yes. I’m yours, Isla Harding. And you are mine.” I lay her down on the bed and drink in the sight of her. She’s flushed and turned on, squirming and needy. “You. Are. Mine.”

Then I’m ripping the jeans off her body and peeling delicate lace from her flesh until she’s bare beneath me.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

A tentative smile curves Isla’s lips. “And you’re wearing too many clothes.”

It’s a problem I remedy as quickly as possible. Isla watches me with unguarded hunger. She presses her thighs together, needing relief. Relief I’m more than happy to give.

I drop to my knees before tugging her ass to the edge of the mattress. She lets out an adorable squeak, which quickly turns into a moan when I push her thighs apart and give her a long, slow lick from slit to clit.

“Oh, god. I’ve missed your talented mouth.”

Grinning against her pussy, she writhes when I chuckle. The vibration goes straight to her clit, which I suck between my lips. “Gonna show you how sorry I am, baby. How much I love you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as I push one finger, then two, into her drenched pussy. When I curl them, she cries out. I rub that magical spot inside of her again and lap up her arousal as it floods my face. Soon, she’s writhing and moaning in earnest. Her spine arches, the muscles in her thighs tighten, and her fingers grip my hair painfully.

“That’s it, my love. Soak my face like the good girl I know you are.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whines. She’s so close.

I bring my left hand to Isla’s lower belly and splay my palm across her heated flesh. And as I suck her clit and curl my fingers against her g-spot, I push down on her lower belly.

“Oh my god,” Isla cries. She thrashes as her body goes taut. I lash at her clit with my tongue and press harder on her abdomen.

“Come for me,” I command. And come she does.

Isla cries out as a gush of hot liquid soaks my face. I work her through it, pleased as hell with myself. She shakes and shivers, her perfect, curvy body nearly convulsing with pleasure that drips down my chin and splashes over my chest.

“That’s my good girl,” I purr against her fluttering pussy. Her eyes are wide as I rise from my knees. She takes in the wetness coating my face and tracks my hand as I wipe my mouth with the back of it.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Her cheeks flame pink with embarrassment. “I’ve never… I don’t know what…”

I silence her with a kiss. My fingers tangle in her hair, and I give the barest tug to ground her. “Why the hell would you apologize for doing exactly what I hoped you’d do?”

She looks bewildered and embarrassed. “I…”

“You squirted all over my face like I asked you to. Fuck, that was hot.” I rest my forehead against hers and give her a chance to read the truth in my expression. “One down, baby. Before the night’s over, I’m going to make you come at least three times. At least.”

She squeals when I slide an arm beneath her and drag her up the bed.

“I need to be inside of you.” I smash my lips to hers and let our tongues tangle before I drag myself away and stand.

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