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Her hands splayed across my chest as she leaned over me, looking like a fucking goddess. “Maybe I need to be pushed right now. Maybe I just need you to remind me that we’re alive and that I’m yours.”

Goddamn. Her words were like a machete to my self-control. I was barely holding on.

“You were hurt,” I protested, but it sounded weak.

Her lips curled in a deliciously deceptive way as she rocked herself lower against my cock. “No. I’m hurting, and you can help me out.” Those wide blue eyes blinked at me with the most intoxicating mixture of innocence and love.

I groaned, feeling how damp she was through our clothes. “You’re not fighting fair.”

“I learned from the best,” she teased, licking her lips as she gazed down at me.

Sighing, I folded my arms behind my head and shot her a daring look. If she wanted me, she had me. Always. “Do your worst, baby.”

The grin she shot me was enough to test all my restraint. I wanted to flip her over and devour every fucking inch of her skin, to feel her taste on my tongue as she writhed against me before I drove inside her.

But my girl wanted me, so this was her show.

I was just along for the ride.

For now.

CHAPTER 52

MADDIE

I loved Ryan Cain with a sort of reverence that sometimes stole my breath. But now, staring down at him as he watched me and gave me total control, all I wanted to do was ride him like a pony at the damn derby.

I cringed at my internal monologue, because that so wasn’t my best stuff, but all this skin and muscle on display would’ve short-circuited Einstein’s brain, too. Seriously, what was a girl to do with her every fantasy available at her fingertips? This man was everything I’d ever wanted, and a lot I hadn’t dared hope for. And now, we finally got to have our happily ever after.

I leaned down and captured his mouth with mine, enjoying the silky slide of our lips moving in tandem. I gave a soft moan, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck as I changed the angle to deepen the kiss.

His arms shook with restraint as he fought his natural instinct to take over. To dominate and own my body the way he craved. It said a lot that he was willing to give me free rein to explore him at my own pace.

I traced each divot and ridge of his pecs and abs, teasing the lines of his textbook perfect Adonis belt before running the tip of my finger around the edge of his waistband.

His tongue stroked mine in languid pulls that belied the energy starting to crackle around us. I panted above him, already feeling a sharp ache between my thighs where he belonged.

With a sigh, I moved my lips from his, peppering kisses across his jaw and down his throat while keeping my eyes raised to meet his gaze. I nipped and licked and kissed my way across his chest, enjoying the flash of fire in his eyes when my teeth grazed his nipples. Arms tucked behind his head, he looked utterly at ease… except for the way his body was drawn tight.

“Madison.” The deep rumble of his voice chased shivers down my spine. I peered up at him through a fringe of lashes as I tongued the lines of his abdominal muscles and went lower still. He shifted his legs open to allow me space to kneel between them as I hooked my thumbs into the edges of his boxers and tugged them off.

He smirked as he lifted his hips to help me, his cock bobbing up to hit his stomach. I swallowed hard, already imagining the taste of him in my mouth as he stretched my lips wide.

“What I wouldn’t give to know what you’re thinking,” he murmured, finally breaking the no-contact rule by reaching down and stroking my jaw.

My eyes lifted to his, unblinking. “I was thinking about how good you’re going to taste.”

His gaze turned fiery and the muscles of his chest seemed to spasm. “Fuck, I love you.”

I grinned and turned my attention to his thick length. It twitched under my gaze before I even reached out to trace the angry looking vein on the underside of his shaft with a featherlight touch.

He groaned, the sound low and devastatingly masculine in a way that sent a fresh wave of arousal straight through my pussy. I rubbed my legs together, seeking some way to assuage the need to impale myself on his cock and take care of my needs first.

But no. I owed him an apology, and I wanted to make sure it was one that really conveyed how sorry I was for making him worry.

Dipping my head, I licked up the length of him before swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and sucking up the pearl of precum leaking from the tip.

“Fuck,” he barked, arching back against the pillows, the muscles of his neck straining as he fisted his hands over his head.

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