Page 8 of His Secret Obsession

“I would never,” I say, pretending to gasp in mock horror as I take the seat. When I feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against mine, I don’t pull away.

“That’s a shame,” he murmurs, his voice huskier now. Being this close to him, it’s so much easier to take in all the little details I missed before. His muscles and physique suggest that he’s the kind of man who works a physically demanding job—his strength looks like it comes naturally, not from the gym. His shoulders are broad, leading my eyes to dip down to corded forearms and large hands.

“You’re actually really attractive,” I blurt out, the words just spewing out like word vomit. The man freezes, and I stiffen. “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that —well, I meant—” I say, stumbling over my words before letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “I mean, when you’re actually smiling and not sitting there like Oscar the Grouch.”

The man grins at me, and I groan.

“That didn’t come out any better, did it?” I mumble.

He chuckles. “What’s your name?”

I inhale sharply, my eyes flying down to watch his thumb draw circles on the back of my hand. I swallow as my pulse picks up. It feels…nice.

“Maddison Raddix. But my friends call me Maddie.” My voice comes out breathless, and his eyes darken.

“I’m so glad I met you, Maddie. My name is Jax Parker.”

His rough fingers trail down my arm, pausing at the surgical scar that runs the length of my wrist and giving it a look I can’t quite decipher. My heart beats faster, wondering what I’ll say if he asks where it came from. But he doesn’t pry. He merely locks eyes with me, where I’m perched on his lap within the crampedspace of his truck, before bringing my wrist to his mouth and pressing his lips to the puckered skin.

They are soft and warm.

“Is this still okay?” he asks, his hand releasing my wrist to slide down my torso. I nod, blinking lazily as I arch into his touch. Both of his hands slip under the fabric of my clothing, pulling the dark-green sweater dress up to my hips. His massive hands clasp onto each side, pulling me down and grinding me onto his erection. I gasp because, even through his jeans, it feels impressive.

“You’re so hard,” I whisper.

If stating the obvious was an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist.

I expect him to laugh, but he growls instead, and it sends a shudder down my spine. Arousal seeps into the cotton of my panties as he continues rocking me, the warmth of his breath tickling my neck.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his teeth nipping my ear while I clutch his shoulders for support. “Knowing I’m so hard for you that I couldn’t even take you to a real bed. I had to drag you out to my truck like a horny teenager because I can’t keep my hands off you.” My eyes flutter closed, and I nod. Then his hands trail up my stomach, dip into my bra, and cup my heavy breasts. Pulling the front of my dress down so my breasts pop out, he leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth. He sucks on the hardened peak while his other hand tweaks the opposite nipple.

Everything inside me is on fire, and I wantmore.

His mouth pops off my wet nipple, his hands trailing back down my belly and pausing at the waistband of my panties. He tugs on the elastic, and even through the dark, I can see his dilated pupils staring up at me.

“Can I put my hands here, sweetheart?” His tone sounds almost desperate, pleading even. “I just want to make you feel so good.” His words shoot a bolt of lust straight to my core, pulling a whimper from me.

“Please.”

I’ve never felt so out of control as I do now. Like I’ll combust if this man doesn’t make me come. Like I’m dying for him to touch me.

His hand dips inside my panties, and I moan when a finger runs through my wet slit. He hisses out a breath, muttering a quiet curse.

His thumb finds my clit and gives it a gentle swipe. Molten heat bursts through my nerves, and I jerk forward on a cry. He does it again, his chest heaving up and down.

“Please,” I cry, rocking my hips forward.

“God, look at you,” he croons. “Gonna be a wild, needy little thing, aren’t you? Are you going to come on my fingers, Maddie?”

The heat intensifies as I lean further into his touch. My heart pounds wildly as I reach that invisible edge. I’m just rightthereand I’m going to—

There’s a light knocking at the window that momentarily sends my heart rate soaring as we both jump. He utters a string of vicious curses as his hands quickly leave my panties and pull up the front of my dress until I’m completely covered again. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to roll down the passenger side window.

I nearly shrivel in place at the sight of the police officer while Jax gives him a dark look.

“What?” he barks.

“Howdy, folks. Sorry to bother—” The officer, an older man with graying hair at his temples, pauses when his gaze lands onme. His head tilts to the side, and he takes a step back. “Is that little Maddison Raddix?”

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