Maddox
Iwake up,a warm, soft body lying in the crook of my arm and cuddling against my body. It takes a few seconds for me to remember what’s going on, and once I do, I let out a long breath and talk to myself. I knew what I was getting into with Gabby. She was honest before we had sex, and everything in me wanted to be her first. It wasn’t sex with a virgin that was throwing me off balance nor is it her age.
No, it’s the intensity of our connection that has my head spinning. For a man who decided I was finished with relationships, I want more with Gabby. And no one else. Closing my eyes, I turn my head and breathe in the strawberry scent clinging to her hair, and my dick perks up. It is way more than morning wood where even my hand would do. I want to feel her tight walls around me again. I want to come, knowing we’re in sync.
Since I know she’ll be sore, I carefully move my shoulder, letting her head come to rest on a pillow. I turn and look at her peaceful expression. She’s so damned pretty, her makeup-free face and creamy complexion another thing I find appealing about her. The women I used to sleep with woke up before me to fix themselves before I got a glimpse of the real person beneath the heavy coverage. Until Gabby, I never realized how much I prefer the natural look, or how hard it could make me.
Her eyelids open, her long lashes fluttering as awareness hits her, and she looks at me with trepidation in her gaze. She’ssilent, assessing me. I have no doubt she wonders where my head is after last night.
“Morning, beautiful.” I have no intention of leaving her hanging. I’m in this, willing to see where this relationship takes us, though I’m well aware she could still end up changing her mind and going home to her reality at any point in time.
A happy smile lifts her lips. “Good morning.”
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
“Fantastic.” She lifts her arms over her head and stretches, causing the covers to fall and her bare breasts to reveal themselves. “Oops!” She reaches for the top sheet, and I stop her.
“Nope. I like looking at you.”
“You do?” Her cheeks flush pink.
I prop myself up on one elbow, lean over and press my mouth to hers, taking my time and enjoying, my tongue sliding against hers. She moans, hooking her arm around my neck.
“No regrets?” she asks, breaking the kiss.
I cock an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I lean back against the pillows, and she curls up against me.
“I wasn’t the one who had issues withusto begin with.”
Aah.She doesn’t want to face me, still worried I’ll change my mind. “Look at me.”
She sighs and pushes herself to a sitting position. “Yes?”
Reaching out, I slide a piece of hair off her forehead and tuck it behind her ear. “One, we discussed that last night. Two, once I make up my mind, I don’t change it without good reason, and three? You waited for the right man to give your virginity to.” I cup her chin in my hand. “Am I still that right man?”
She nods. “No regrets.”
“Good. Me, neither. Now, give me another kiss, we’ll shower, and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”
She leans forward on her knees and crawls toward me, arching her back and kissing me with everything in her. I groan and pull her against me, her curvy body coming to rest on top of me.
“What happened to the shower?” she asks, wriggling her hips and grinding her sex into my hard cock.
I cup her ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze. “Are you feeling up for a second round, or are you sore? I can draw a bath—”
Her eyes soften. “Look at this new side of you. I had no idea you could be…sweet.”
“What can I say? You bring out that dormant side of me.”
Her eyes open wide, and she scrambles to a sitting position, her wet sex covering my lower abdomen and I think I’ll explode.
“Dormant means you were softer at one point and then you changed. What did Wall Street do to you?” she asks, obviously determined to talk.
Having a conversation is the last thing I want to do, but I resign myself to being horny and uncomfortable while we talk. “More like what did the women in that world do to me?”
Gabby wrinkles her nose. “What was her name?”
“Felicia. But it started before her. My parents are good people. Dad’s an electrician and Mom stayed home with me and my younger brother. We didn’t have a lot but we had enough. And we were happy. But I got a scholarship to Columbia and then got my MBA. Before I knew it, I was on Wall Street and mingling with people I never thought I’d meet. Not given how I’d grown up.” And that is a mouthful more than I ever planned to reveal.
