Page 46 of On The Edge

But the minute her breath hitches again, I’m a goddamn goner. My hands grip and hips hit over and over and over. The sound of slick skin. The scent of sex. The feel of her wet heat gripping me.

I cry out when I come. My vision goes white.

Then black.

And when I open my eyes before I collapse and roll off her, all I see is Maddix.

Gorgeous. Uninhibited. Unexpected.

Maddix.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Maddix

I’m naked.

That much is apparent when I stir awake, the sun beaming in the windows and the cool of the sheets sliding over my bare breasts.

My head is pounding—the sunlight’s not helping—and there is a deliciously sweet soreness between my thighs.

Maddix . . . what happ—

Shit.

Awareness hits.

Double shit.

I slide a look beside me and lose my breath for a second. Cruz Navarro is lying beside me in all of his naked glory. Every sculpted line. Every firm, defined muscle. His incredible cock, thick and heavy against his inner thigh.

Did we?

How did I have sex with Cruz Navarro and not remember it?

We did though, right?

Panic strikes. Panic mixed with snapshots of last night.

Good snapshots. Incredible snapshots. Ones that I’m going to struggle looking at him and remembering and not wanting to act on.

Cruz Navarro is . . . Jesus. He’s like a walking wet dream and lives up to the notion. His skill. His cock. His lips. His . . . everything.

I shift gently and try to unremember and know it’s futile. There is no forgetting last night. Even through the haze of a hangover, there is no forgetting.

Cue the panic.

What do we do now? I don’t have casual sex. I’ve never had it . . . and yet we just did. I just did.

You’re going to regret this in the morning.

This isn’t a good idea.

You’re drunk. We’re drunk.

He resisted and I persisted.

Oh my God. I took advantage of Cruz. I refused to take no for an answer.