“Thanks,” I croaked.
Oh my god, I wasdying. Sweating profusely.
I went up the three steps to my front porch. Madi’s hand caught mine and I gasped as she spun me around.
Madi’s hair was pulled back into a messy bun, loose strands falling around the curve of her neck. Her dark brows pulled together, her eyes searching mine. She had the longest lashes, and this close, I could see flecks of gold in her irises.
I couldn’t think straight. My blood buzzed with the electricity of her presence.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I whispered.
“I haven’t stopped since Sunday.” She swallowed. “If I kiss you on your front porch, is that okay?”
“Yes.Please.”
Madi’s hands settled on my hips, her breath tumbling out as she leaned down. I circled my arms around her neck, moaning as she lifted me with ease and backed me against the brick wall.Her hands gripped my hips, our bodies pressing against each other.
Fuck.Desire soared in my blood, my head spinning. All the negative voices reminding me this was a bad idea went up in smoke. Her fingers tangled with my hair at the base of my head and she tugged it back, drawing a moan from me.
“You’re going on a date tomorrow,” I rasped. “With Dallas.”
“I am.” She searched my gaze. “I want to.”
A frown tugged at my lips. “I feel like I’m stealing you from him.”
“Not stealing me.” She shook her head, then leaned in, her lips meeting my neck. “I want him too, June. Is that okay? Isthisokay?”
“Yes.” It tumbled from my lips as her tongue traced a hot line over my skin. I shivered, my nipples hardening to aching peaks, begging to be touched by her. “Fuck, that feels good, Madi. Will he care? That we’re touching each other?”
Would he care that I wanted her?
“I think he might like the idea, honestly.”
I jerked in surprise. “Really?”
Madi hummed as she pressed more kisses up and down my neck. I sucked in a breath every time her mouth touched this one spot. Just a small kissright therewas enough to make me wet.
I’d been too busy avoiding his questions on Monday to even consider that Dallas might not only be okay with this, but encourage it too.
My gut reaction wasn’t jealousy like I thought it would be. Instead, all I could think about was whatthatwould be like. What would it be like to be sandwiched between a sexy bearded mechanic and tall curvy artist with slender hands? What would it be like to get on my knees and pleasure both of them?
I whimpered as our lips met again. I rocked my hips against her, hungry for more. I was touch-starved.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” I rasped.
Madi’s chuckle only turned me on more. She was sodifferentlike this. Confident. All throughout lunch, I’d seen glimpses of this side of her, but now that she was holding me? Nothing else compared. Every single touch and kiss and movement was laced with knowingexactlywhat she wanted.
She was perfect.
“Long ago. You?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?Between the two of us, I would have assumed you had more experience.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s a small town. I haven’t really datedthatmuch. I’ve had some one-night stands when I’ve taken trips to a city. I’ve had a few failed first dates. A few relationships that only lasted a couple weeks.”
It felt embarrassing saying it out loud. Between me, Evie, and Avery—I’d always been a late bloomer in a lot of ways. It was easier to act like I knew what I was doing, but when it came down to it, I didn’t have the experience I craved. Not to mention, all of the people I’d been with in the past had mostly been vanilla. They couldn’t match my appetite.
