Page 35 of Music City Diaries

“What if I could give you tonight? If we had one night where the rest of the shit didn’t matter, would that be enough for now?”

“I don’t know.”

He dipped his head, skating his nose against my neck, licking up to my ear. “Say, yes, Princess. Give us this one night where it’s just you and me. I need it to survive.”

I knew he meant his words to be seductive, but I heard the raw emotion, the pain, and it hit me that I wasn’t being fair to him. I didn’t know what he was doing or having to endure. It had been easier not to ask. Looking up into his eyes, I couldn’t deny the love I saw there.

“Okay. One night. It will be enough for now.”

As soon as I said yes, his lips fell to mine, and it was like time hadn’t existed. His kiss was just as I remembered, and I foundmyself swept up into the passion between us. My legs wrapped around him, bringing his groin closer to me.

“Watching you dance in these tiny shorts was pure torture. I can’t wait to slip beneath them.” He bit my lip, pulling back. “But I don’t want our first time to be on your kitchen counter. Hold on, Princess.”

I wrapped my arms around him, tightening my legs as he carried me to my bedroom. Surprise flitted through me until I remembered what he said. I should feel creeped out by that, but part of me was used to Maddox being in the shadows, so it felt right.

He laid me on my bed, stopping only to pull his leather jacket and shirt off. He kicked off his boots and slid his pants down, crawling onto the bed in his boxers, hovering over me. His hands slid up my belly, pulling my shirt over my head. He stopped, taking me in with his eyes as he leaned back on his haunches.

“Yep, that’s the image I want in my head forever. You in this red lace bra and your cut-off shorts. Fuck, Darcie. That’s a wet dream right there.”

Leaning up, I slipped my straps off, borrowing some moves I’d learned. “Oh yeah? How about now?” I pulled my bra away, standing in front of him topless. Kneeling on the bed, I ran my hands up his torso, stopping when I spotted a tattoo on his chest. It was a crown with the letters DRC on it. I gasped, looking up. “Is that?”

He nodded, watching me. “It’s how I have you with me always, never forgetting who owns my heart.”

“Fuck.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing to kiss him. “One night isn’t ever going to be enough, Maddox.” Tears were in my eyes as I stared at him. “I love you too, but it hurts.”

“I know, Princess. We’ll figure it out. Even if that means I have to let you go for a while, I will. I don’t want to keep youcaged. You’re too beautiful for that. But for right now, let’s just pretend.”

I nodded, and he wiped the tears off my cheeks, kissing them away.

Things escalated quickly then. We fell to the bed, and our bottom halves rocked into one another. His fingers unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them off without breaking his kiss. Maddox kissed down my body, sucking my nipples into his mouth. My hands roamed his body, running outside his boxers, feeling him grow in my hand. Pushing the elastic down, I peeked down to see him fully.

Swallowing, I took him into my hand as he massaged and kissed my body. When I wrapped my hand around him, he stilled, taking a breath.

“Okay, new rule. This first time might be quick, but I said all night, so we pack as many times as we can into that. Sound good?”

I laughed, nodding. “That sounds like the best plan you’ve ever had.”

He rolled on a condom, and I watched with heated eyes as he lined himself up with me. I felt the tip of his cock press into me, and he paused, looking at me. “Ready, Princess?”

I nodded, biting my lip. He bent down, kissing me as he pressed in. As he started to fill me, pain spread through me, and I gritted my teeth, breathing through it. Maddox kissed me harder, taking my mind off it.

“Almost there. You feel so good, Princess. Everything I ever dreamed it would be.”

I tangled my fingers through the back of his hair, pulling his head to me, holding on. Once he stopped, I breathed, trying not to freak out. The pain reminded me too much of the other time, and I didn’t like it.

“I need to feel good, Maddox. Please, make it feel good.”

He pulled back, seeing my eyes, and nodded. “I got you.” He started to rock forward, pulling back, and it got a little better each time. He pulled my leg up, pushing himself deeper. His thumb pressed against my clit, helping me not focus on the stretching. Each rock forward and pull backward led us to a rhythm, and I found myself moving with him. Soon, we were rocking together, and it felt better.

Maddox filled me fully, taking his time to feel all of me around him. His thumb on my button made my toes curl, and I found myself forgetting about the pain. “I need more,” I whispered, hoping he’d understand.

He pulled back, gripping my hips, and began to thrust harder, pushing into me deeper.

“Yes, that,” I moaned, the feeling increasing.

“Shit. I can’t…” he stuttered, tensing as he held me. He looked down, shock on his face. “I’m sorry. It just felt too good, and it’s my first time.”

I reached up, rubbing his cheek. “It’s okay, Maddox. We get all night, remember?”

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