Page 39 of Roughing It

Chapter11

Maddox

I’m not exactly sure what I did to deserve her, but somehow, Eden is on top of me, damn near riding my cock, her mouth latched on mine. She tastes sweet and a little minty—and fuck, she can kiss. Maybe it’s just because it’s been too long—like when you’re starving, and that first bite is the most satisfying thing you’ve ever eaten? But I don’t think that’s it.

I think she’s just that good. I think she’s been mistreated and ignored by assholes who are intimidated by the fact that she’s a catch and they are not. She kisses like she’s both sure and unsure, but she gets bolder the tighter I grip her hair and the more my free hand starts to roam over her body.

She’s soft and gorgeous. She kisses like she means it—like she wants it, like she knows what will make her feel good, and she’s willing to take it. The thought turns me on and works me up to the point that I’m a little too close to coming just from this.

I haven’t nutted in my pants from over-the-clothes humping since I was fourteen and making out with my first high school girlfriend, but I’m on the edge now. I need to slow down, so I release her hair and pet down her sides until her tongue withdraws and she pulls away with a few pecking kisses along my lower lip.

“Changing your mind?” She says the words with a grin, but there’s an edge of tension in her tone that I recognize as fear of rejection.

“Nope. But I thought we could move this to somewhere more comfortable,” I tell her, shoving one hand up her shirt and skimming my fingertips over her ribs. She shudders and leans into me a little harder.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well. My bed,” I say with a half laugh.

Eden’s eyes are dark, pupils wide, and she bites her lip as she nods. It’s both cute and sexy all at the same time, and I’m helpless against the need to kiss her. I cradle her jaw and gently pry her mouth open so I can push my tongue inside.

She gives in easily, thrusting her hips more against my cock, and I break away with a shudder. “Fuck. Okay, let’s go.”

She slides off me, and for a single second, fear chases me to my feet. What if the moment we break apart, she changes her mind? I know I’m not unattractive, but I know I’m not exactly a catch, either. A mountain man recluse with trust issues, a divorce, and a head injury? Even for a fling, it’s a lot.

There’s a brief pause while she looks me up and down. My dick is hard enough to tent my pants, and I spend half a second debating about covering it up when she reaches out and uses the heel of her hand to stroke me.

“Jesus,” I gasp.

She smiles, then pulls away to take my hand. “Lead the way?”

I trip. I don’t mean to, and I don’t fall, but my head is a little scrambled—more from her kisses than anything else, but the signal to walk kind of misfires. My face is flaming hot, but she doesn’t miss a beat as she waits for me to regain my balance. Luckily, my apartment is basically a closet, and my room is twenty feet away.

I walk through the door first, not quite sure how to regain what I’ve lost because she can’t possibly think that was sexy, but then I hear the door click shut, and I turn. Eden is standing there with a look on her face I rarely ever saw on my ex. Her eyes are dark and heavy-lidded with want, lips slightly parted, body almost tense and poised like she’s waiting for me.

Because she is.

I cross the short distance between us and pin her to the door, and she lets out a sharp exhale as my hand digs back into her hair. “You like that?”

She huffs a quiet laugh through her nose as she turns her face up. “Yeah. I do.”

I don’t really know if I’m just turned on by her confidence or uncertain because it’s quiet and it’s genuine. It’s not a performance like the women I’ve been with before. I cup her cheek with my other hand, using my thumb to open her mouth a little more, and then I kiss her again.

I can’t get enough of her taste, of how hot she is, how responsive. With every sweep of my tongue, she groans and leans into me more and more. I have her pinned against the wall, and yet it feels like she’s controlling every single movement of my body. Her thighs part, and I find myself slipping my knee between them, letting her grind down against me.

My dick is so hard, and I can feel it leaking against my sweats as I rub it against her, kissing her again and again, until we’re both a little breathless.

She breaks away first, curling both hands around the back of my neck, and she meets my gaze with a coy smile. “I believe I was promised somewhere a little more comfortable.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. It bursts out of me, and I reach down, palming her ass and hoisting her up. She lets out a startled noise as her legs curl around my waist, and it gives me the perfect angle to thrust against her.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out.

I laugh again, and I’m suddenly and profoundly aware that I can’t remember the last time I laughed during sex. Hell, I don’t know if I ever have. But god, it feels good, and I’m grinning as I lean in and kiss her one more time.

“I could make this position a lot more comfortable if you want me to,” I tell her as I move my lips to her neck and start nibbling at her pulse point.

She groans, her head tipping back, thudding against the door. “I believe you.”

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