Page 94 of Game Misconduct
He swipes a hand down the inside of my thigh, his knuckles grazing the slit in my dress. “This was all night.All fucking night.”
The fabric pools at my ribs as he works it up slowly, his breath heavy above me. When I lift to help him, he shakes his head.
“Don’t. I’ve got you.”
It’s like he wants to unwrap me, worship me.
I fall back against the sheets, arms above my head, giving him everything.
He draws the dress over my head with maddening care, inch by inch until I’m left completely bare for his eyes to feast.
His gaze rakes down my body, heat and hunger colliding with something deeper—reverent and raw.
“I’ve imagined this,” he says, low and rough. “Too many goddamn times.”
“Maddox…”
“Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think. Not after watching you in that dress, dancing with every man who wanted a piece of you.”
His hands slide up my calves, over my knees, along my thighs until they’re braced wide on either side of him.
“But you wereminethe whole time, weren’t you?”
I don’t answer.
I don’t have to.
My body arches, and I gasp as his mouth finds the top of my thigh, then higher. He doesn’t rush this time.
Just takes his time, leisurely kissing my skin around everywhere but where I want it the most.
My hands find his hair, and I try to guide him where I want him. Where my bodyneedshim to be.
When he drags his tongue up my seam and sucks on my clit, I nearly lose my damn mind.
His mouth works me over with heat and possession until I’m writhing, whispering his name like it’s a vow.
And just about when the crest begins to build higher and higher, he pulls away.
I can’t help it.
I beg.
“Maddox, come back please.”
His smirk just makes the flames licking in my core hotter.
Especially since he’s unbuttoning his shirt and I get to see that gorgeous chest again.
“Patience, pretty baby. I got more for you.”
I lick my lips like the cat in heat I am while I watch him undress.
My eyes widen slightly when I get a look at his cock. I’ve felt it inside me so I knew it was big, but I didn’t expect it to look as perfect as it felt.
His smirk widens as he strokes himself. “Like what you see, don’t you?”
I lift my gaze to his, wanting to be coy but finding that at this moment, I just don’t have it in me. “Yeah, I do. And I want more of it.”
