Page 47 of Done Waiting

She blinks, her eyes wide.

“I’m sorry.” Lowering my tone of voice, I gently caress her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Maddie gives a slow disbelieving shake of her head, a soft smile curving her lips. “Who are you, Jagger?”

I blink, unsure how to answer her because I don’t know what she means.

She leans closer, pressing her lips against my cheek. “You’re one helluva man. If only other men thought the same way as you.”

My monster lowers his head, snorting in disgust as she slinks away. He knows when he’s been defeated and right now, Maddie just threw an axe into the center of his chest.

“I mean it.”

She nods. “That’s what makes you so damn special.”

I shit there, at a loss for words, having no idea what to do. I intended to make her come undone in these woods tonight, not the other way around.

Finally, I said, “What did you mean when you said you had to think of me to get through it?”

Flashing an embarrassed smile, she says, “I pretended you were watching me. I imagined you taking off your jacket and sweatshirt. You climbed onto the bed, hovering over me, and the look in your eyes…” Her voice cracks, honey eyes blazing with desire. “It’s the way you’re looking at me right now,” she whispers.

“How am I looking at you?” My smile is salacious and this time, she moans.

“That smile. Your dimple. It’s my undoing.” She laughs, turning her head away. But I grab her chin, turning it back to mine.

“You look at me like you see me, and accept me for who I am.” Her voice lowers and I strain my ears as she finishes. “Like I’m the only one you notice.”

I pull her against me, her lips so close to mine they practically touch. “Because you’re all I see.”

Her hands move to my hair, pushing it back from my forehead as she closes the distance. The ever-present spark between us ignites and what starts out slow and gentle rapidly changes to passionate, demanding, and possessive.

I drag her across the console and onto my lap, settling her on my hard, aching cock. Maddie moans, her hands roaming on every part of me she can touch as she swivels her hips with a desperation that communicates how much she wants me.

My hands roam beneath her shirt, sliding beneath her bra and cupping her breasts. She moans against my lips, the motion of her hips unsteady.

Pulling back, I catch my breath, my gaze locked on hers. “Tonight isn’t about my pleasure, baby girl. It’s about yours.”

Then I lift her back into the passenger seat, my hands moving to the waistband of her pants. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, arching up toward my hands. “God, yes.”

Grinning, I undo her button and zipper, then tug her pants down her hips to her feet. Tugging them off, I toss them into the back seat of my truck, then remove her panties. After tossing them, I shed my jacket before pulling my sweatshirt over my head. F

Folding my sweatshirt, I tuck them beside her head.

Her hands plant against my chest, her eyes locked on me as she rubs her hands slowly down my abs, then back to my shoulders. I hover, remaining still, letting her touch me. Honeyirises are heavy with desire as she says, “How the hell do you have so much muscle?”

I chuckle. “I work out a lot. Watch what I eat.” Grinning, I say, “Why? Do you wanna work out with me?” My smile is salacious, making her laugh.

“I don’t think I’d get muscles like this from the workouts you have in mind.”

“True. But you’d have lots of orgasms, so there’s that.”

She laughs until my hands slide to her thighs, spreading her legs. Her face changes instantly, a needy look that draws me to her. My hand slides up her inner thigh, then gently caresses over her pussy. She jolts, her breath hitching. Watching her closely, I continue to tease her, grinning as she whimpers and arches toward me.

Leaning forward, I kiss her, my fingers stroking over her wetness. Licking the seam of her lips, she opens for me and I swirl my tongue inside her mouth, mimicking what I’m going to do with it between her legs.

“Do you want my tongue on you, baby girl?”

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