Page 82 of On The Edge

It’s perfection.

Our tongues meet and lick against one another’s as my body screams for his touch. For any kind of connection with him because this is what I’ve been wanting. What I’ve been craving.

His hips pin me to the counter as his lips unleash sensation after sensation, taunting me with his taste and tempting me with his skill.

His hand fists in my hair and I mewl in protest when he pulls on it to break the kiss. His eyes own mine as he looks at me. His breath panting against my lips, his cock pressing against my lower belly.

“Cruz—”

“That. That is all I’ve wanted to do every second of every day since I was last inside you.” He kisses me senselessly again until my body is melting against his. “For the record? I lied. I remember every goddamn minute of that night. It’s been torture wanting you. So you can say it was a mistake. You can claim you don’t want me again, but fuck that, Madds.” He gives another delectable kiss. “Because you do and I’m not believing your bullshit this time around. There will be no yachts. No dates with friends. Because I’m here and this time I’m taking what I want.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Maddix

I lean back and meet his eyes as his hand tightens in the hair at the base of my neck. My smile is slow and victorious. The words I’m about to utter only said to ensure there is no turning back. “Then take it.”

His feral growl reverberates off the walls of the room as our lips meet again. Where the kiss before was hungry, this one is laden with desperation from weeks of pent-up sexual tension.

Of wanting and wondering.

Of wanting and remembering just how damn good we can make each other feel.

Of wanting and knowing we’re about to sate the shared need that’s strung tighter than a bow string about to snap.

He picks me up so that my legs wrap around his waist and carries me as we laugh and kiss and then kiss some more on the way to his bed. The second he sets my feet down, we’re stripping off our clothes as fast as we can, our lips only breaking apart when his shirt passes over his head.

He pulls the strings of my bikini as my hands find his cock. He’s hard and thick and my body already aches from the want of having him.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, Madds,” he says in the one stuttered moment where he steps back and takes me in.

I could say the same of him. The defined abs. The strong thighs. His beautiful cock. His arrogant smirk on lips I could kiss all day if allowed.

Our lips meet again. This time a bit gentler but still with the same overwhelming desire. He pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed, as he leans over to not break the kiss.

“Lay back. Let me look at you,” he murmurs. “Last time was in the dark. Last time I didn’t get to see all of you. This time I’m not missing the chance . . . and fuck.” He groans the last word out, an audible aphrodisiac as he reaches down and starts stroking his cock.

I watch him, my bottom lip between my teeth, and my body strumming with need.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur and I swear he blushes. But there is no time to think through the thought because all I can see is him. All I want is him.

“You want this, don’t you?” he asks as he makes a show of stroking it. How does he have this much restraint when we’ve had weeks of foreplay?

But I already started this game, and I intend to play it to its fullest.

“You want this, don’t you?” I mimic as I lie back on the bed and slide my fingers over my breasts, pinching my nipples ever so slightly as I go. Then lower them farther—oh so slowly—down my abdomen while I spread my thighs.

His gasp is audible and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more. My fingers part my slickness as he watches with an intensity that is part turn-on part chill-inducing. I dip my first finger into me, wet it with my own arousal, and then slide it back up to circle my clit.

I begin to tease myself. To taunt him. To pleasure myself until I can feel the sheet beneath me soak with desire.

“You’re not getting this cock until your goddamn good and ready. So make yourself ready. Just like that. I want to watch. I want my balls to hurt I want you so bad. So play away, Madds. With yourself. With your games. You want to seduce me? Baby, I’m goddamn good and seduced.”

His words? They incite. They arouse. They are an added element I didn’t know I needed or wanted. So I play it up. The moan . . . as I dip my fingers into me. The arch of my back . . . as I add friction to my clit. The jiggle of my breasts . . . as I absorb the pleasure I’m giving myself at his expense.

And all without uttering a damn word.

“You’re a cocktease,” Cruz murmurs as I hear the rip of foil. I open my eyes to see him rolling the condom over his cock, but his eyes are one hundred percent on my fingers between my parted thighs.