Page 58 of Breakaway Goal

“Can you remember the best orgasm of your life?” Rhys’s words are dripping with sensuality. “A time when you wrung so much pleasure from your body that it’s seared into your memory forever?”

My heartbeat roars in my ears, heat skitters over my skin, wetness gathers between my thighs as molten tension pulses low in my core.

“No,” I answer, almost breathless. “They’ve all been … pretty much the same,” I admit.

Rhys chuckles darkly. “This one won’t be.”

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RHYS

Igroan into the kiss as I crush my lips to Maddie’s. Electricity crackles through my veins as I angle my mouth, desperate for more of her taste.

Since Friday night, I’ve been wondering if it was just my imagination magnifying how fucking good she felt. Wondering if a second kiss could even possibly live up to the first.

Somehow, impossibly, the second is even better.

Her pliant, soft lips feel so perfect slanting against mine. After so many fucking years, after dreaming of this moment thousands of times, the reality of kissing Maddie Larsen puts my wildest fantasies to shame.

I always wondered how she’d taste. Would she taste like vanilla, the scent of her hair that’s so intimately entwined with her in my mind? Would she taste sweet, like her laugh sounds? Would she taste like peaches, the flavor of her favorite drink?

It turns out, she tastes so much better than any of that. She tastes likemine.

I snag her bottom lip between my teeth, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. She moans into my mouth, caught off guard, andI drink up that moan like it’s the only thing that can ever quench my thirst.

My hands trail down her sides, searing along the dip of her waist and coming to rest on the curve of her hip.

The pad of my thumb scrapes against her bare skin right above the waistband of her jeans and underneath her shirt. An intense thrill spears through me at the contact. Touching her is like touching a live wire, except instead of killing me, the overpowering voltage makes me feel more alive than I thought possible.

My blood flow roars in my ears as my heart pumps heavy. I feel like I could burst at the seams from the excitement thrumming through me. If just touching that little bit of Maddie elicited such a reaction, what’s it going to feel like when I’mreallytouching her?

I walk us to her bed and sit down, pulling her with me.

“You’re nervous,” I say as I pull away from her mouth to nip kisses along the outline of her jaw. I can feel the unsure tension radiating off her body.

She makes an unsteady sound of acknowledgment in her throat.

“Relax,” I whisper, my trail of kisses approaching the area where her jaw meets her ear. “This is about you. This is about making you feel good. Tell me when I do something you like. When I do something you don’t like.”

I rake my lips over the spot right underneath her ear. A shudder rolls through her.

“There,” she mewls.

A triumphant feeling pulses through me. I rest my hand high on her thigh, lightly but firmly curling my grip into her softness.

“Rhys,” she moans my name like a plea, with desperation.

“Hm?” I hum, still showering my attention on the spot that’s making her squirm with pleasure.

“Touch me,” she moans. Her grip curls tentatively around my right hand, and she guides it up, under her shirt.

My cock throbs in my jeans as I drag my hand up her smooth, flat tummy and cup one of her tits in my palm.

“Fuck,” I can’t help but let the curse rip from my chest in an appreciative growl. She feels so fucking perfect. The heft, the size, it’s like this fucking tit was made for me, like I always imagined it.

Maddie and I lay ourselves back, and I reach underneath her bra. Sparks sizzle where I make contact, and I can feel the taut, sharp peak of her nipple at the center of my palm as I gently knead the firmness of her breast.

Fucking hell. A savage, hot ache throbs between my thighs, pounding up and down the length of my cock like a hammer against an anvil. It’s especially strong right at the base, near where my balls are drawn tight.

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