“If that’s how you want to play it.”
He’s being too agreeable.Too nonchalant.I wait for those pesky warning bells to sound, but all I hear is the sound of my thrumming pulse.I think we both need this moment of insanity more than we need our next breaths.
Without giving it a second thought, I release his shirt and turn on my heel.I make my way to my car and pull open the driver’s door, plucking my key fob from the center console, as well as my purse.When I have my belongings, I slam the door shut and hit the lock button on the key fob.
I turn my head and my eyes lock with Maddox’s.Wordlessly, he rounds the front of his truck and opens the passenger door for me, crossing one boot in front of the other as he leans against it.
I want to hate him for so many reasons, but mainly I just want to hate him for looking so good.I mean the man looks like he belongs on the set of Yellowstone.
Move over Rip.There’s a new cowboy in town.
“I don’t bite, Amelia.Not unless you beg.”
Squaring my shoulders, I saunter toward him, silently reminding myself to breathe with every step I take.I pause next to him and meet his stare.I don’t remember his eyes being so dark.
“I don’t beg,” my voice slightly unsteady.
He flashes me a grin, and I swear to Christ, my knees almost buckle at the sight.I don’t remember his smile being so devastatingly beautiful either.
“You will tonight.”
I don’t respond because he’s probably right, and I’m oddly okay with that.I slide into the passenger seat and toss my purse onto the floor in front of my feet.Twisting around, I reach for the seatbelt, but Maddox closes his hand over mine.
“Let’s not pretend you’ll be needing that.”Intertwining his fingers with mine, he lowers my hand to the waistband of my jeans.“Your efforts would be more useful in taking these off.”
Then he releases my hand and lifts both of his to frame my face.Inching closer, his nose brushes mine.
“Gonna kiss you now, Amelia, and once I do, I’m gonna own this pretty little mouth.”His thumb trails over my lower lip.“I still think about the first time I fucked it.You looked so beautiful in the stables, on your knees and naked as the day you were born, with your mouth full of cock.”
“I’m not sucking your dick tonight.”
He smiles devilishly.
“No, you’re not.You’re finally going to ride it, and I bet that will make an even prettier picture.”
Then he leans in an inch and covers my mouth with his.The kiss starts off soft and slow, just a brushing of our lips until his tongue teases the seam of my mouth and he deepens it.Unable to help myself, I open for him, and his tongue instantly invades my mouth, sliding over mine.Waves of pleasure slam into me, and a whimper escapes my throat.
My God.
I forgot how good this man can kiss.
I need more.
More of his mouth.
More of him.
Winding my arms around his neck, I pull him closer.Our tongues duel in what feels like a frantic race to consume.
To claim.
“Fuck,” he growls against my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lower lip.“I forgot how good you taste.Forgot how much I like the sounds you make too.Drives me fucking mad.”
His teeth tug on my lip once more before he breaks the kiss completely and pulls away.If I had any sense of self-preservation, I’d end this now.I’d get the fuck out of this truck and call my cousin.But I’m a glutton for punishment, and a woman who has ignored her needs for too long.
It’s one reckless night and a chance to deliver karma.
I can do this.I can be selfish.
