Page 82 of Ever With Me

He drew a sharp breath, nearly losing control at the feel of her soft hand on his cock. He wanted her mouth on it. His mouth consumed hers again, hands squeezing her tits as she moaned with pleasure.

Fuck that.

He wanted to bury himself so deep inside her and fuck until they both couldn’t walk.

“We should slow down,” Maddie whispered between kisses.

He swallowed hard. “Your move, beautiful.”

She wet her lips—damn, that’s going to do me in—and he tried to steady his racing heart.

Returning her lips to his, she drew his lower lip into a soft, slow kiss. “I want to,” she murmured, her breath warm against his mouth. “I want to so, so much.”

“But . . .?”

Madison set her forehead against his, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her breasts heaving under his hands.

“But you’re leaving in a few days. And I?—”

He closed his eyes, willing his pulse to slow.

She’s not the one-night-stand type.

I already knew that, though.

“We don’t have to do anything.” He dragged his mouth to her temple and kissed it. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It was natural. Our bodies just took over after that show back there.”

Yeah, that’s all it was.Except he’d done nearly naked modeling shoots for brands he’d worked with. Intimate photos with international models had never had the same effect that the kiss in that storage room had.

Raging unfulfilled lust.

Maddie nodded, then pulled her hand away and stepped back from him. Confusion showed in her eyes as she combed her fingers through her hair. Her lips were still swollen from their kisses. All he wanted was to reach down and kiss her again, but it was easier to stare at that delicious mouth than her tits, which might just kill him.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she pulled her top back on. “My body hates me right now, believe me. Because you’re obviously incredibly hot. And it was a good kiss, Brooks. But I’m just getting out of something and neither of us is looking for anything. And I’m not good at casual anything, Brooks, let alone sex. I’m like that girl who guys dread because I start picking out curtains after a first date. And you’re Brooks Kent, so we’re not going to date. God, I think I just used your name like three times.”

She was cute when she was flustered.

And she’s also right.

“We don’t have to overthink it.” He smiled, hoping it looked genuine, even if he didn’t feel it. “I’m just passing through town, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. Especially after all you’ve done for me this week.”

She guffawed. “Like what? Blackmail you? Insult you? Try to rope you into trespassing and theft?”

This time, he did smile for real. He came closer and pulled her into a hug that lacked all the heat of their previous embrace but still had warmth. “This has definitely been an interesting week.”

She said nothing, and they settled into a comfortable silence. He set his chin on her head, breathing in her scent, wanting to memorize, catalog, and store it. Keep her with him forever.

Ever with me.

There was a lyric in the moment.

She was, by far, the first woman who’d made him feel . . .anythingin a long, long time.

Maybe ever.

And somehow, admitting that to himself hurt like a firebrand going through his lungs.

Maddie sighed. “What’s your life like after you leave here on Sunday?”

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