Page 82 of The Last One You Loved
His stomach growled, and I chuckled more. He moved fast, dunking me under the water, and I came up sputtering and smiling. I attempted to push him under, but he was made of stone that didn’t budge. He just gave me that cocky grin he’d never had in our past but did funny things to my insides.
I climbed out of the tub, grabbed the towel from the rack, and started to dry off.
Maddox stepped from the water, pulled the towel from my hands, and said, “Let me.” Then, he began a tantalizing trail over my body with the soft cloth, fingers pushing and pulsing in all the right places until, somehow, impossibly, I was panting again.
“You keep going like that, and you’ll be hungry all night.”
“There’s more than one kind of hunger, McK. This one…the one I feel right here…” He touched his chest. “That’s waited too many years to be filled. My stomach can wait.”
It was my heart exploding this time instead of my core. I’d promised I’d keep my barriers down, feel everything, and yet, I still wasn’t ready for the sensation of losing my soul to him, of handing it over, knowing it would be impossible to get it back. But I wasn’t afraid like I’d been anytime I’d gotten close to anyone before, because I knew the truth. Handing parts of myself to him meant I was giving them to someone who would not only cherish them but would do everything in his power to keep them safe.
I kissed him, hard and furious. He responded by picking me up and taking me back to his bed where we spent more hours finding our way back to each other.
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The only light we had on was the one in the hall, so when Maddox opened the refrigerator, his bare chest glowed. Even though we’d spent hours touching and devouring each other, I thought maybe I wanted to claim him right there in the kitchen all over again.
He had on a pair of gray sweats he’d finally relented to putting on when both our stomachs had growled so loud neither of us could ignore them anymore. I’d taken a T-shirt from his closet to wear, and I was basking in the scent of him surrounding me completely. Like grass and spice and the very best kinds of days.
“It looks like it’s a mix-mash night,” he said, looking over to where I sat at the island.
“A what kind of night?” I said with a confused frown.
“Leftovers. Little of this. Little of that,” he explained as he pulled out a bunch of containers including the taco fixings I’d made, Rianne’s lasagna, and what looked like tater tots.
He grabbed two plates and started crumbling things and layering items over the top of the tots almost like nachos, and I laughed.
“Wait…you’re going to put them all together?”
“Just wait. You’re going to love it. A little feast of flavors.” He paused his movements, gaze locking on me. “Kind of like exploring you. Taste after taste. Sensation after sensation.”
My thighs locked together. Sore and raw and yet still needy.
“Jesus, Mads. How can you make leftovers sound sexy? Sadie’s completely wrong. You are definitely not a monk.”
One eyebrow tipped up, the cocky grin returning to his face. “Just because I don’t want to talk about my sex life, or my sisters’, doesn’t mean I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Maybe you can drop a hint and get them to back off?”
I laughed. “No way am I talking about our sex life with them.”
“I’ll make it worth your while. Maybe you can embarrass them enough that they realize they don’t want to hear about it any more than I do.”
“Hmm. Worth my while, you say? Is there something more you can offer besides what we already did?”
He’d been coating the plates with a heavy layer of shredded cheddar jack, but his hand stopped, and he shot me an intense look. “That? That was nothing. I have plans for you, McK. I promised you wouldn’t be able to walk, and I intend to keep my promise.”
I laughed, but he just shot me another long look making my stomach flip in a completely delicious sort of way.
He put the plates in the oven and then sauntered over to me.
“We have twenty minutes. Think I can make you come again before then?”
“I don’t know.” I lifted a shoulder. “I’ve never had this many orgasms in one night. I’m not sure I have one more in me.”
He picked me up, put me down on the island top, and pushed on my chest until I was lying back on the cool surface. He eased the T-shirt up and spread my legs. Then, cold liquid hit my skin. I shrieked, propping myself up on my elbows to see he’d swirled chocolate syrup along my thigh and stomach. He shot me a sinful smile before he dipped his head to run his warm tongue through it, licking the sauce and me and sending shock waves through every nerve.
“Holy hell,” I said.
And I lost myself to his fingers and his mouth all over again.
