Page 107 of Mad As Hell

He snapped his fingers, as if something had just occurred to him. “Shit, you know what? I forgot.” He went to the bed and quickly undid the button of my jeans, peeling them and my panties down my legs so I was completely nude from the waist down.

I let out a wholly undignified squeal and pressed my legs together.

His dark chuckle was the stuff nightmares and dreams were spun from. “What? You said you were uncomfortable. We can’t have that.”

“Ryan,” I hissed, embarrassed and a little turned on. “Pants! I need them!”

“You really don’t,” he drawled, his hungry gaze studying between my legs. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “God, I love your pussy. So fucking pink and wet and perfect.”

A groan worked its way out of my throat, and I felt it get a whole lot wetter.

He ran his thumb across his bottom lip. “Have I mentioned how good you taste? I wonder how many times you can come on my tongue before you black out. That could be fun, right?”

And now I was panting, my chest heaving as my nipples tingled and tightened at his filthy words.

“Maddie?”

My gaze snapped to his.

“Do you trust me?” He touched my ankles and slowly spread my legs until he’d created a space to kneel between them.

“Ask me something else,” I whispered, shaking my head.

He grimaced a bit, crawling over my body until his hands were on either side of my head. “Do you trust me?”

Tears pricked my eyes. “It’s not that easy.”

“It can be,” he murmured, reaching up to adjust my head so his pillow was under it. The scent of him filled my nostrils, and it smelled like home.

“Trust. Me.” He was asking, his blue eyes searching mine for the answers he needed.

The walls around my heart started to crumble. When I blinked, a tear fell free. He dipped his head, catching it with his lips as he kissed it away. “Madison, trust me and I’ll give you everything.”

“And if I say no?”

His lips twitched, almost sadly. “Then I’ll still give you everything. I love you, Mads. I didn’t even know what that word meant until you came into my life.”

“If you break my heart again, it’ll destroy me,” I told him, barely able to speak around the lump of emotion lodged in my throat.

He didn’t flinch as he met my gaze. “If I break your heart again, it’ll break me, Maddie. Please. Trust me.” This was as close to begging as Ryan Cain would ever come, and he was doing it for me.

“I trust you.” The words detonated between us, and I felt the shift in the atmosphere. A weight I hadn’t known I was carrying lifted from my shoulders, freeing some of my burdens.

I was hopelessly, utterly screwed, because there wasn’t a part of me that didn’t still love this man. I wanted to trust him; I needed to trust him. I’d been so alone for most of my life, and then I’d been given a taste of what it felt like to be the center of someone’s world.

A beautiful smile crawled across his face, and then he was kissing me. His tongue licked at the seam of my mouth, coaxing my lips open so he could take everything I had left to give. His kisses were my own personal drug; addictive and heady.

He pulled back, shifting his weight to one hand as he reached back into the nightstand.

Hopefully for a key, because I wanted to wrap my arms around him.

But, when he moved back over me with a wicked smirk on his face, I had a feeling I wasn’t about to be uncuffed. His hand slipped between my legs, a blunt finger circling my clit twice before sinking into my heat with ease.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispered, kissing my lips softly. He withdrew his finger, and I felt something slightly bigger than his finger slip into me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes wide as he removed his hand and licked his finger clean.

“Playing with my girl,” he answered, grinning. He looked at the clock. “We’re already up to eight minutes, and I haven’t even gotten downstairs yet.”

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