He thrust against me, once, twice, settling into a steady rhythm. My body pulsed as it tightened around his length, so desperate and wanton. Nimble fingers found my intimate nub again, working it in time with his thrusts. Hepounded into me, feral and rough. His voice a guttural cry as he called out my name.
I bucked and writhed beneath him, trying to hold on to the swell of heat and desire. Tightening everything, reaching, striving for that peak of pleasure and release as he plunged into me again and again.
"Come for me, Ella," he growled against my ear. My entire body reacted to his command—nipples budding, I moved his hand to my breast and thrust back, hard, against him. He slammed into me again, sending exquisite heat flooding through my core. A last thrust and I found the crest. Floating, flying, my need shattering into shimmering bliss.
The world sparked and spun beneath me as I came, released, then fell and fell and fell.
Maddox caught me as we both collapsed to the floor. The shower sprayed and misted all around us. Its constant hiss drowned out the sound of my labored breathing.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead as he tucked wet pieces of hair behind my ear. My core pulsed again, and my sex hummed its approval. Water droplets clung to my eyelashes, pattering the skin around my eyes. "I’m so over being wet."
He tilted his head. "I have a towel in my bag, but I kinda like you wet."
I huffed and flicked water at him. He laughed as he helped me up from the tile. His arms around me. My head on his chest. We stayed like that for a moment, skin to skin.
There was something about being pressed so tightly against him, his head and shoulders curled around me.
And then his mouth found mine…
I clung to him. His lips thick and lazy, he traced kisses against my chin, my cheek, before seizing my mouth into something deeper. Our kiss broke, but we remainedconnected. My breasts slid against his chest as he engulfed me in a hug.
The shush and splash of the shower drowned out the rest of the world. Humid breaths puffed in the spaces between drops of water. His dog tags caught my eye and I smiled.
Chapter Fifteen
MADDOX
Two Months Ago
Coach’s Office, The Day After The Semifinal
"You had one job to do. One single, fucking thing"—Coach Kenbrough threw his hat across the room—"and you couldn't get over yourself. You had to be the fucking hero, didn't you?"
I maintained my "at ease" posture. "You told me to lead the team. I did that. We're in the championship."
His face turned a mottled red. "Your shot depended on doing whatI told you to. Just follow the plays. The playsIcalled.Me, the fuckinghead God-damned coach."
I took a deep breath and let it out. Did my best to keep from laughing. I'd survived drill instructors and CO's with worse bite. Hell, Seager managed to rile me up better than this guy.
"You'll sit the championship game. You and Kid Wonder both. I know you both conspiredagainst me. You think that winning a game like that would get you lookswithout me?" He pointed at his chest. “I say.I say who gets covered in scouting reports."
"If that's what's best for the team, sir."
"Right," he sneered at me. "Because you care so much for this team."
“I’ve already proven that."
"You proved that you'd rather nail Drakes's ex instead of focus on winning."
I clenched my jaw and tamped down the fight that rose inside me.Don't you fucking talk about Ella.Heat thrummed through my system. The room pulsed with white edges.
"That's why I had Mackey and Lindsom leave you out to dry." He shoved his chair at his desk. "You're just too God-damned dumb to sit your ass down and be injured."
And he just admitted he knew what those asshats were up to.Un-fucking believable.
He pointed at the blind-covered window of his office. "But then that loose cannon Seager took your side, and I couldn't count on him, either." He narrowed his eyes as he lowered his arm. "At least you were predictable."
I seethed through clenched teeth. "Are we done, sir?"
