Page 70 of Worthy

Damn he’s a vision, looking at me like there’s no one else around. This is a side of Maddox I’ve never seen, and it gives me hope he’s not claiming me just for the day or the summer, but forever. Instead of putting that into words, in case I’m wrong, I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss him.

″Who’s this?” Ashley gapes.

″This is my man,” I answer without taking my eyes off Maddox. His stormy gray eyes turn almost silver as he smiles, and I can’t help it, I kiss him again. I’m vaguely aware of Ashley watching in disbelief, but I can’t bring myself to care. Maybe that makes me a dick, but all that matters right now is Maddox, and making sure he knows he’s the only person I want.

By now our friends have drifted, realizing there isn’t anything to be concerned about. I break away long enough to tell Ashley to have a nice visit, then I pull Maddox with me into The Underground. The moment we’re through the door, I press him up against the wall and kiss the fuck out of him, getting lost in his lush mouth, the thrill of my man claiming me, fueling my need.

″That was so fucking hot,” I mumble against his lips. “I like this possessive side of you.”

″I’m not possessive,” he protests.

I cock an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe I was a little. But she was rude. And forward.”

″Probably my fault.” I rub the back of my neck. “Ashley comes here every year for the Fourth. It didn’t even occur to me that she’d be here. I’m sorry.”

″It’s not your fault she was forward. What kind of woman comes onto a guy while he’s holding hands with another man?” he rants, his cheeks getting pinker by the second.

″Shocked the hell out of me too. But it was kind of worth it to see you stake your claim on me.” I press my body to his so he can feel how much I liked that.

″Of course, that makes you hot.” Maddox rolls his eyes. “I guess I should be glad you didn’t suggest sleeping with both of us since you apparently like people fighting over you.”

Maddox isn’t usually sarcastic, so I’m not sure if he’s making light of Ashley’s advances, or if me wanting other women is something he’s worried about. I need to make sure he knows my dick isn’t the only part of me that likes what he just did.

I cup his chin in my hand and force him to look in my eyes. “I don’t like people fighting over me. I likeoneman fightingforme. There’s a difference.”

He snorts.

″I’m serious.” I stroke his sexy stubbled chin with my thumb. “It’s like I told Deacon, I’d rather have one person than many.”

″You talked to Deacon about us. About…why would you do that?” He frowns, pushing at my chest.

I capture his hands in mine and hold them between us. “First, I wasn’t just talking about sex. I was talking about everything we do together, whether it’s just sitting at home or watching a parade. I only want to do those things with you. Second, I didn’t tell him anything private, and I wouldn’t. All I told him is, I prefer to sleep with only one man instead of a bunch of different women. It’s less distant, more intense.”

″You really believe that?” He gives me a critical once over.

″I do,” I tell him, knowing full well that’s only true for him, because of how I feel about him. Since I can’t say that all I can do is relate it to sex, the one language I can speak freely. “Deacon thinks variety is what makes sex fun, and I admit I used to think the same way. Now, I know different. I know every inch of this body, Madd.” I drag my finger up his side, skirting his pec.

He sucks in a ragged breath.

I lean into him so I can whisper in his ear. “I know how to make you gasp. I know how to make you moan. I know how to make you scream. I know what to say to make you hard, and I know what kind of touch to use to take you over the edge. I can make this body do whatever I want, and that gives me more pleasure than I’ve ever had. With anyone.”

″Oh.” His whisper comes out like a growl, eyes glued to my lips.

″Yeah,oh. That made you hard, didn’t it? Thinking about how good I can make you feel. All the sounds I can get you to make,” I growl in his ear as I slide my finger under the waistband of his shorts, teasing the fine hairs at the top of his happy trail.

His hips roll towards me, and I drag my hand down to cup the bulge between his legs.

″Do you have any idea how hot it makes me to see the way your body responds to mine?” I groan.

″It does?” he inhales sharply.

″Hell, yes.” I grind against his thigh as I rub his sac, and his head falls to my shoulder with a ragged moan.

″Should we be doing this here?” He pants as I stroke him.

″Want me to stop?” I hold my hand still.

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