With her pants around her ankles, I lean forward, unable to stop myself from biting her ass as she steps out. She flinches at the surprise of my teeth marking her skin, a curse hissing from her lips.
She’s too damn delectable to leave like this. I grab her cheeks with both hands and squeeze, parting them just enough that the lace falls between them.
The high-pitched gasp she makes when I lick her goes straight to my hardening dick.
I need to hear that again.
“Maddox…”
I’m back on my feet behind her when she calls my name, and I wrap my hands around her waist as she turns into me. Her gaze moves to my lips, and in a breathless voice, she says, “It’s loading.”
I stare blankly at her for a beat, causing her to smile.
“That means kiss me, Maddox,” she almost laughs.
Hell fucking yes.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
And when our lips meet, it’s as wild as the kiss outside the garage was.
My hands slide over her waist, her hips, her throat. I can’t decide where to touch her first. I need to memorize her body’s every scar, every little crease and adorable dimple. There’s an urgent need to bite and bruise her so she remembers all the ways I had her tomorrow.
So that she never forgets tonight.
I groan into her mouth as my hands meet the band of her panties. They dip perfectly below her soft belly button. I curse and breathlessly capture her lips repeatedly, speaking between every embrace.
“I love these,” I tell her as I grab the lace fabric and hike the panties higher on her hips.
I feel her smirk against me each time we kiss. She pauses and leans up on her toes, her tongue licking mine. “I love this,” she says, and I know she means my tongue ring.
“You have no idea how much you’ll love it,” I say.
I bend and pick her up under her ass, then carry her over to the back counter out of view from the door. When her feet hit the ground again, she starts to push at the waistband of my joggers, yet I grab her hands before she can have me undone.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
She almost looks hurt when she pulls back. Confused.
I chuckle.
“God, you’re fucking cute,” I say before kissing her again.
“Wait—You don’t want—”
“Oh, I want it,” I assure her. “But I’ve waited years to have you. Years that I’ve thought of all the ways I want you. So, right now, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to lick and suck and bite every inch of this gorgeous fucking body. And when I’m done doing that, I’m going to fuck you until the only word you can say is my name.” My nose grazes against hers, our open mouths just whispers apart.
“How does that sound?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
A little huff sounds when my grin brushes her lips. “Get your ass on this counter and spread your fucking legs, then.”
I’m too consumed with wanting to lick her pussy that I don’t bother taking off her sweater. She hops up, and I square myself between her thighs, kissing her so hard that her head hits the cabinets. It’s a short ledge for her to perch on, while it’s perfect for me. I grab the band of her underwear and tug.
“Lift your hips for me,” I rasp against the corner of her mouth.
Goosebumps rise on her skin. I feel them beneath the hand that I have on her thigh, and it makes my lips curl upward. She presses her hands into the counter, shifting just enough to allow me to strip her of the lace, and I push them into my back pocket before kissing her again.
