Yet, it’s hard to imagine he feels smothered when he can’t get enough of me. He often wakes me with his mouth on my sex, his tongue almost bringing me to orgasm before I register it isn’t an erotic dream. Once I’m awake, he finishes the job, making me scream his name as glorious bliss overcomes me.
At night, I’m only too happy to return the favor, and I try, but he always pulls his cock out of my mouth, refusing to come down my throat whenhe needs to be inside me when he comes. His words, ones that I take to heart.
Maddox also taught me new positions, and I have to admit I have two favorites. Sitting over his face while he devours my pussy and makes me come with his tongue licking my clit. And after, he positions me on my hands and knees and slams into me from behind, hitting that elusive G-spot and causing me to see stars as my orgasm shakes my world.
But my ultimate favorite sexual thing between us happened this morning. And it’s what convinces me Maddox is as invested in our relationship as I am. Instead of waking me with his mouth, I came to with his warm body on top of mine and his cock poised at my entrance. Once I was awake, he slid into me ever so slowly, gliding in and out, his chocolate-brown gaze never leaving mine. In his eyes, I saw warmth and caring mixing together as our bodies connected.
Then, he pulled me to a sitting position, his legs bent beneath him and positioned my legs on either side of his body. Still joined, he was as deep as possible inside me, filling me so there was no way to tell where he ended, and I began. We were one as he began to lift his hips and I rocked in unison to his movements.
He held my stare, refusing to let me look away as we built higher and higher, climaxing at the same time. I have no doubt he made love to me and felt the emotions rushing through me. His awed expression revealed his raw emotions, too.
But I’m still young, still naïve when it comes to men, and I’m trusting him not to hurt me and believing in what I see.
Which is why I wonder if those off-moments are about something else. He mentioned our many differences, but I think living together proves how compatible we are. Besides, his lost-in-thought moments began after my grandmother left.
After I asked Annabelle about my parents and my grandmother replied,they assume you’ll tire of this independent stand you’re taking and come home.That comment caused Maddox to stiffen and pull into himself before he walked Anabelle to her car.
I don’t know and haven’t pushed him for answers but maybe I should. Holding things in can’t be healthy for a relationship. Penelope told me as much when I confided in my older sister.
I pull into the lot for The Back Door. It’s nearing cocktail hour and both the dinner area and the bar tables are full.
I pause by the hostess stand. “Hi, Sheila.”
“Hi, Gabby.” The hostess, menus in hand, smiles at me, then leads a couple to one of the only empty tables, and I proceed to walk to the bar.
A heavy crowd fills up the space. Cal, Eddie and Vanna, another bartender I met in the last few weeks, are all working. Before I check out the office, looking for Maddox, I stop at the bar entrance.
“Vanna, have you seen Maddox?” I call out.
“He’s sitting over there.” The bartender, a cute woman with short spikey hair topped with pink, tips her head toward a cocktail table where Maddox is, along with the owners, Zach and Remy.
I nod. “Thanks.” I start through the crowd, making my way to the table where they all sit.
Maddox catches sight of me first, a genuine grin lifts his lips, relieving my earlier anxiety.
With that worry out of the way for now, my excitement returns and I quicken my step. “Guess what?” I ask before I even reach him, unable to wait.
“Tell me.” He rises to greet me.
My gaze sweeps over him, once again knocked on my butt by how well-built and sexy he is. And from the way he stares at me approvingly, I know he’s all mine, and I push my worries aside.
“The gallery sold one of my paintings!” Without waiting, I throw my arms around his neck and he returns my hug, lifting me off the ground as he embraces me.
“I’m so damn proud of you,” he says, his voice husky and gruff in my ear. “I knew you could do it.”
At his words, my heart slams hard inside my chest. It isn’t that I need his approval but receiving it from anyone is rare. Sure, my grandmother always gives her blessing. Annabelle loves me and would do anything to compensate for my parents’ lack of caring and support. But coming from Maddox, as with Rhonda, Iknowthe sentiment is genuine.
Rhonda thinks I have talent.
Maddox believes in me and that meanseverything.
“When I heard we could find you here, I didn’t believe it,” a familiar and unwelcome voice says.
I jerk in surprise and my stomach twists with dread.
“My mother,” I whisper in Maddox’s ear.
He doesn’t release me or react, doesn’t allow me to jump back and put distance between us, not that I’d try. He slides me down his body, letting me feel his strength, keeping one arm firmly around my waist.
