Page 27 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

We’re lost in the passionate tornado of kisses once more. My body is buzzing while I’m still sitting on his bike as if it’s mine. My arms are unable to snake around his neck, so I suffice with my hands pressed against his chest.

Maddox’s hands grip my waist firmly, as though he’s fighting against his urge to strip me naked here and now. The idea of fucking on his bike like years ago has me moaning at the imaginative memory, all while I’m fighting to stay still on the leather seat.

“You’re lucky we parked outside tonight, Mikayla.”

The dip in his voice sends shivers through me. His husky tone reminds me of flowing milk chocolate that I would enjoy running down my body just so my handsome Maddox can use that taunting tongue of his and lick me off until I’m begging for his cock.

“I don’t get what you’re implying you’d do otherwise, O’Riley.”

On occasion, I enjoy using his middle name against him. He always likes the professional and authoritative tone that steams from O’Riley. The way it’s spoken in comparison to his surname, Wilson, was very different. Wilson had a tenderness to its spoken emphasis, like a calm before a hefty storm.

You wouldn’t call a tornado Wilson, yet O’Riley carried a sense of danger. A piercing force of uncertainty and assertiveness that many acknowledged. Whenever I use his middle name, it awakens a dangerous beast that always tried to shy away when we were in public and around other people we know and care about.

Alone, he hides it less, which was why I can see how my words impact that predator side, which begs to take control and give him what his body’s craving the most right now.

Me.

“You just want to find out,” he mutters against my lips before sucking them intently.

I moan while I feel like I’ll melt if he continues to kiss me with his sizzling lips. His sensual touches were already doing crazy things to me. My body is on fire from the inside out, my skin tingling in suspense. My thighs press as tightly together as they can.

I know Maddox has a strong sense of smell, and I can only imagine him catching the mere whiff of my arousal in the air. It would drive him to the bedroom so fast.

Which could be a blessing.

“Yeah.” I don’t hide the amusement in my voice before I give him a quick kiss. “Do… you have to go home?” I pull back enough to look into his eyes.

He’s debating it. Determining if his apartment will be all cold and lonely without his presence for one night.

In fact, I wasn’t sure if he still had a place in this town. Sure, he probably could pass by his parent’s place and crash there, but then again, he did mention landing in the country only a few short hours ago.

“My stuff is at a hotel for the night,” he quietly admits while peering down at me.

He’s thinking of his chances and what he’d do if he remained.

I want in on his thought process.

“Meaning, I don’t have to be anywhere but here.”

I can’t fight this man’s charm.

I’m hypnotized.

“Only if you want me here,” he continues.

That makes me smile as he takes a moment to pick me off his bike to carry me. My hands are pressed onto his shoulders, and my eyes are observing his handsome face.

“I want you here,” I answer because I’m sure he needs to know what his night plans will be.

To stay or to go.

“I mean, if you don’t mind this place.”

He gives me an odd look, as if he’s unsure what I’m referring to, which is why I elaborate.

“I know my place isn’t very fancy or anything. Not anymore,” I pause and try not to ruin the mood. “I mean… you know that. Remember it when you came during your university years. The walls are pretty thin, too. Everyone would hear what we plan on doing tonight, so maybe I…”

We’re right before my door, Maddox still carrying me like I weigh absolutely nothing, but his eyes are lost in mine as he peers up at me, his lips mere inches away.

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