Page 31 of These Jagged Edges

Mercy dropped me off after work when I noticed Evie's front door slightly open, and I ran straight over. Evie never leaves her door open.

I rushed in right away, checking on the boys first, needing to make sure they were okay. After watching them sleep peacefully for a few moments, I moved through the rest of the house. Then I heard her moaning. My heart raced as I let myself into her room, terrified something might be wrong. Instead, I was shocked to see Evie standing in the shower, that voluptuous body soaking wet and moaning while she played with herself.

Thank God for glass showers.

Stepping into her bathroom I was wrapped in the sweet smell of honey and lilacs. That scent was all her; it was permanently imprinted in my brain and had been making me unhinged for fucking months. My eyes greedily drank up every curve shepossessed wishing like hell I was the droplet of water that ran from her full pink nipples down to where her hand was hidden. Evie wasn't slim, her waist barely tapered in before those hips and thighs started, and I was fucking starved for her. She made my mouth water, and my dick felt like it was being choked by the tightest cock ring.

"Jesus Christ."

Her eyes fly open, and I quickly spin around, giving her privacy.

"W-what are you d-doing in here!" Her frantic voice bounces off the bathroom walls.

"Your front door was wide open when I got home!” I hiss at her.

The shower cuts off. "The front door was open?"

"Yeah." How the hell did she not notice?

I hear the hurried pitter-patter of her frantic steps, and I know just where she’s going. I don’t tell her I’ve already checked on the boys and the rest of the house. Instead, I refuse to leave this spot, letting her go check everything for herself. A few moments later her presence fills the bathroom letting me know she’s returned.

“You checked on the boys, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, and all the other rooms before double checking your locks.” I put my hands on my hips, preparing for what, I don’t know. I had no idea how she would react to me walking in on her in the shower.

"And then you came in here? Worried about me?" The disbelief in her voice kind of pisses me off. What did she think? I’d check on the boys and even the dog and just skip over her.

"Naturally."

My feelings are hurt, I know the little vixen has been avoiding me, but that doesn’t take away from how I feel about her. I could feel her standing right behind me, but I keep my face to the door. I will never push her for something she isn’t ready for.

Evie Taylor owns my sorry ass, and I want to give her back the one thing I know she lost with her ex-husband: power. Having power over herself, in control of her desires, and over me. I want her to know that she’s in control, that she can make her own decisions, and that I will respect them. All of me is hers to command.

"Maddox," she says my name like a breathy confession and fuck if it doesn’t set me ablaze.

"Yeah?"

Her small hand trembles slightly as she grips the back of my shirt. "Turn around," she whispers.

Turning slowly, I remain fixed on her face even though she’s only wearing a thin ratty towel. Her pretty face is filled with determination despite her trembling, and I know deep down that this moment is going to forever change things between us.

"Maddox…" Evie twists the towel in her hand, something I noticed she does when she's on edge. Looking down at her feet, she whispers, "I have scars."

Gently grasping her face, I tilt her head so she can see and feel the convection of what I have to say. "I can't wait to love every single one.” Her breath hitches and I continue, “Our scars are proof we still live and breathe Evie, despite everything. One day I hope you wear them proudly. I hope you look in the mirror and don't see them as chains to your past any longer. I want you to swell with so much pride it hurts because you made it. You. Fucking. Made. It."

Evie gives me no warning before dropping the towel and reaching up, crashing her lips to mine. I bend down, deepening our kiss, her tongue seeking mine out making my brain short circuit just like the day in the gym.

"I need you to touch me," Evie says, rubbing her body against mine. Her body's soft feel against my own, and her smell are enough to drive a man crazy. Placing my hands on her hips, I moan at the soft feel of her skin under my fingers.

"Tell me what you need," I murmur against her slender neck as she melts into me. Evie pulls my hands up her body until they cup her heavy breasts. Breasts that barely fit in my hands, and my hands aren't small.

"Play with my nipples."

Yes, fucking ma’am. I tweak and tease her pink nipples salivating at the sight of them.

"N-now, with your mouth." Not needing to be told more than once, I bend down, flicking my tongue against the pink bud, her soft cries urging me on. I graze my teeth around it before gently biting down, soothing the sting with my tongue before switching to the other. The woman is so damn responsive.

The smell of her arousal floods my senses, and I know she's touching herself. Before I can stop myself, I stand to my full height, reach down, and grasp her hand. My hand dwarfs her much smaller one. Her slim fingers glisten with her wet arousal, making my mouth fucking water. Looking into her contrasting eyes, I put her wet fingers in my mouth.

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