Page 53 of Going All In

I laugh so hard I snort, which makes me laugh even harder. My cheeks are hurting by the time I finally get a hold of myself.

I look up at Maddox as the giggles fade to a smile.

His lips are turned up slightly, but he doesn’t look amused. He looks serious, but also caring. Sweet. The intensity of his gaze is intoxicating, and I can’t look away. My mouth falls open slightly as he leans in. His tongue darts out and runs over his lower lip.

I’m not letting Jared win this time.

He may have been the catalyst that made me so sure I needed my family’s approval, that made me care what people thought to the point where I’d try to walk away from someone as wonderful as Maddox. But I’m not letting Jared get in the way this time.

I reach up and hook my hand behind Maddox’s neck, pulling him toward me and meeting his lips in a fiery kiss.

He lets me take the lead. When I press my lips firmly against his, he presses back even harder. When I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, he does the same. When my tongue explores his mouth, he sucks on it gently.

In this moment, it’s exactly what I need. Reality comes back into focus as I regain some control over myself and my situation.

I pull back and look him right in the eye, holding his gaze as I rise from the couch. I tug on his hand. He stands and follows me as I lead the way to the bedroom.

The first time we were here, he was the one entirely in control. This time, it’s me.

I pause once we’re standing by his bed. I lift my shirt up and over my head, letting the soft cotton fall from my fingers to the floor. My fingers find the button at the front of my jeans, unbutton it, and slide the zipper down before shimmying them to my ankles. I slip my shoes off with the jeans and kick them to the side.

My breath hitches as I look up at Maddox. He’s watching me with dark, half-lidded eyes. I reach behind me to undo my bra clasp, my gaze on him.

“Are you sure, Holly?” Maddox asks softly.

I nod as the bra falls to the floor. “I’m sure.”

He draws in a sharp breath. His gaze runs down my body, his expression almost reverent. Being naked in front of boyfriends has always been uncomfortable for me. It’s not that I have a problem with my body, not really. But I’m acutely aware that while my boobs are big, so is the pudge of my tummy and the roundness of my ass. I just prefer to get naked under the safety of covers.

With Maddox, though, I don’t feel uncomfortable. I feel beautiful as he studies me.

I hook my fingers in the elastic of my underwear and start to pull them down an inch at a time. They may be just pink cotton bikini briefs, but his gaze makes me feel like I’m peeling off something sexy and lacy, something you’d find at La Perla instead of at a local discount store.

Maddox watches intently while the panties slide to the ground.

He waits until I step out of them and toe them toward the pile of clothing before his fingers grip the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head. He shoves his pants to the floor and steps toward me in just his boxers.

My mouth goes dry. I’ve seen his body more than once, and every time it has this effect on me. The sculpted pecs and abs covered by a sprinkle of dark hair that coalesces into a line that disappears down into his boxers. His strong arms, his toned thighs. The large bulge between his legs.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

“Get on the bed,” he says. His voice is dark, commanding, and I surrender my control to him.

I try my best to look graceful as I climb onto the mattress. I look over my shoulder at him. Does he want me on my back?

“Head on the pillows. On your back. Legs spread.”

I do as I’m told. Maddox joins me on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs. He puts his hands on my thighs, just above my knees on either side, and pushes them even wider, his eyes fixed on my core. “Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

Oh my God.

My eyes roll back as he uses his fingers to part me, exposing me completely. He slides one long finger inside me.

“You’re so wet, baby. I almost forgot how tight you are.” He moves in and out while stars dance in my vision.

“Maddox. Oh god.” I’m panting as I get closer to an orgasm, the sensations swirling together, making me dizzy.

He pulls his finger out and replaces it with two, curling them up to press against the front wall of my channel, which sends an entirely new sensation shooting through me. Is this what people mean when they say the g-spot?

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