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“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grounds out. “You’re not hurting me. It feels so damn good to have your hands on me.”

“I was just touching you,” I say, not sure how good that could actually feel.

He moves his fingers back under my shirt and palms my breast, and I moan. “See,” he says smugly.

“Yeah,” I agree. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Tonight, we explore. We get to know one another by touch, but that’s it. Our hands can roam, but that’s where it ends. Are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay with that.” I’m more than okay with that. He always knows what I need. His unwavering understanding and guidance are a turn-on, but I’ll never tell him that. Knowing I can say no, or admit that I’m inexperienced or scared gives me the confidence I need to keep going. To let my hands explore him.

Slowly, I slide my hand back beneath his waistband, and grip his cock. “Tell me what to do,” I murmur.

“Touch me. That’s all tonight is about. Touching and exploring.”

I’m nervous, but I do as he says. I stroke his hard length, getting a feel for the weight of him in the palm of my hand. It’s much… softer than I thought it would be.

He huffs out a laugh. “Good to know.”

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I ask, mortified.

“You did, but that’s okay, because your skin feels like silk.” He palms my breast, his thumb tracing over my hard nipple, and pleasure rolls through me. So much so that I can’t hide it when my body shudders.

He stays there for a while, and I continue to gently stroke him. I have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to mind, and I like touching him, so I don’t stop. Maddox slides his hand up the back of my shirt and traces my spine.

Removing my hand from his boxer briefs, I let it trail over his abs, and to his face. The scruff of today’s beard tickles the palm of my hand, but I like it. My hand moves to the back of his neck, and over his short hair, before mimicking his movements and tracing along his spine.

We take our time touching and learning each other’s bodies. When he slides his big hands beneath the waistband of my panties and cups my ass, I bite my cheek to keep from moaning. However, when he moves his hand to the front and traces his index finger through my folds, I can’t stop it.

“That’s… nice,” I confess. My face flames, because that’s the least sexy thing I could say, but I’m nervous and so turned on right now I can’t seem to think straight.

“When you’re ready,” he tells me, “I can show you how nice. This is just the beginning.”

“You’ll teach me?” I ask as he runs his finger through my folds a second time.

“We’ll learn together,” he mutters.

“Maddox, you don’t have to pretend. I know this isn’t… new for you.”

“You’re wrong.” He removes his hand and brings it to his lips, and with the glow of the moonlight I watch as he sucks his finger into his mouth. He closes his eyes and moans, and I have to rub my thighs together to ward off the desire that simple act causes inside me. “You are the first woman I’ve cared about this much, Brogan. Everything with you is new and exciting. So, yes, baby, we will learn together.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so instead, I keep touching him. Everywhere my hands can reach, I touch. His do the same. I lose all track of time. As we explore each other’s bodies, but just by touch. It’s sensual and erotic, and I’ve never been this turned on in my life, but he holds strong on his decision that nothing else is happening tonight.

When I can barely keep my eyes open, he kisses me softly. “Goodnight, sweet Brogan.”

“Night,” I mumble, and fall asleep in his arms, which is quickly becoming my favorite place to be.

CHAPTER

TEN

Maddox

For the first time in my life, I want to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I’ve dotted all my i’s and crossed all my t’s. I’ve planned the perfect date for me and my wife. We’re having dinner at one of her favorite restaurants. I was lucky I was able to get last-minute reservations because I didn’t find out until dinner at my parents’ house last week when she was talking to my mom that Mario’s Italian restaurant in Nashville was one of her favorites. Her dad used to take Briar and Brogan there when they were celebrating, and tonight, we have something to celebrate.

Us.

She has no idea where we are going, only that we’re going out and how to dress. “Brogan!” I call out to her. “I’m going to run uptown and fill the truck up. I’ll be back in less than twenty,” I tell her.

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