His lips are warm and soft, just like I knew they would be. But there’s an intensity beneath the gentleness that takes me by surprise, an intensity that makes my heart feel like it’s galloping inside my chest.
I’m too shocked to even kiss him back. I feel stunned and breathless, lips tingling, body buzzing with electricity.
When he finally pulls back from me, it’s slow. Reluctant. Like he’s fighting every instinct he has not to stay locked to me.
But now he’s searching my expression, like he’s terrified he’s read this all wrong.
I don’t give him a chance to do more than that one look. Because in the next instant, I’m pulling his face back down towards me and kissing him back.
This time, the kiss goes from zero to a hundredfast. Histongue slides against mine, carefully at first, then hungrier. His lips are warm, demanding, coaxing mine open wider. I melt into it, into him, tasting the heat and the tension that’s been simmering between us for so long.
His hand tangles in my hair, tugging gently. The other is still holding mine, our fingers laced tight like he doesn’t want to let go.
I swing my leg over his lap, straddling him.
There’s a sharp catch of his breath as our bodies align.
“Madison,” he says.
I love my name in his voice. It’s special. No one else says it like that. No one else looks at me the way he does. LikeI’mspecial.
My thighs tighten around his hips as I settle on top of him. His hands slide down my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts, dragging along the sensitive edge of my ribs before settling at my waist.
As we kiss, I rock my hips forward. The bulge of his cock is hard and hot through his jeans, pressed right against where I need him most.
My fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, urgency rising. I get it undone, then slide the zipper down. He inhales sharply as I slip my hand into his boxer-briefs and wrap my fingers around his cock.
When I stroke him, he jerks, hips bucking slightly into my palm. The sheer heat of him startles me. He’s already so hard.
“Figures you’d be packing serious heat,” I whisper in his ear, tightening my grip. “You do have that unbothered, big dick energy.”
A ragged laugh huffs against my skin. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Then his mouth crashes into mine. His hands are everywhere now, sweeping up my sides, cupping my breasts,thumbs circling and pressing into my nipples through the thin fabric until I’m arching into him helplessly.
One hand drags down my body, inside my jeans. Inside my panties. When his fingers glide across my clit, I gasp into his mouth.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “You’re so wet.”
And he’s right. I am. Wet and aching and needy. Just from his kiss, just from his hands.
And I still want more.
I reach for my purse and frantically push aside the makeup bag, the gum, and the colored pens rattling around inside.
I have to have a condom somewhere in here. It’s been a long time since I’ve needed one, but surely past Maddie wouldn’t let future Maddie down like this.
My fingers find the little foil wrapped packet. It’s crumpled and old and a little worse for wear, but it’s sealed and it’ll do.
He plucks it from my fingers. Looks at me with that deep, serious expression of his. “Are you sure?”
I kiss him softly. “I want you,” I tell him. “All of you.”
His eyes flare at that. He pulls me to him for another kiss, hard and deep. His hand cups the back of my head, the other braced at my spine, holding me to him like he can’t bear to let me go. When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless.
He tears the packet open with his teeth, eyes locked on me as he does it.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
