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“Madeline—”

My reassurance was cut off by her fingers pressing to my lips. Fingers that tasted like sweet cherries and oranges and an even sweeter Maddie. “But I don’t feel bad or regret anything becausethat was the best night I’ve had in a while. Probably ever. And it was because you were there with me. So, thank you.”

Fuck.

Fucking hell fuck.

But Maddie wasn’t done.

Lifting onto her toes, she slid her hand from my mouth to wrap around my neck. She used that hold to tug me down so her lips could press against my cheek.

I turned my head at the last second, dragging her mouth to brush against mine.

She snatched her touch away like she’d been burned, and her blue eyes widened. I held the eye contact for a long, tense moment.

“Fuck it.”

Chapter 22

Starving

MADDIE

One blink, Easton was standingacross from me.

In the next, his hand was cupping my head, and his mouth was on mine.

It wasn’t a light kiss. Not a brush of his lips.

He was devouring my mouth. Owning it. Taking it with the same pent-up desperation I felt down to my soul.

And I gave it all. Parted my lips and let him take whatever he wanted.

Fisting my hair, he plunged his tongue deeper as he moved us until my back slammed against the wall. He used his free hand to clutch my ass and lift me, and my legs automatically wrapped around his torso.

But it wasn’t enough.

For the first time, I saw the downside of our size difference. In order to feel him pressed to my core, I would lose his mouth.

That wasn’t an option.

Not for either of us.

“Dammit,” he bit out between kisses as he shifted us. His long strides ate up the distance to his room, and he lowered me to the bed.

He had no choice but to follow me because I didn’t loosen my hold. I wasn’t sure I could, even if he ordered me to.

And that was exactly what he did.

“Tell me to leave,” he demanded as he moved his mouth to my neck. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin there while his large hand spanned my hip and slowly trailed up. He paused with his thumb stretched right under my breast. Right below where I wanted his touch. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

“You never listen, do you?” He lifted back up to take my mouth as his hand finally cupped my breast. First on top of my dress and then shoving the fabric down to free it. At the sound of seams ripping, he began to ease back, but I didn’t give a shit.

He could’ve shredded it to delicate scraps of nothing for all I cared.

I arched into his touch and whimpered into his kiss, and whatever vague consideration he had for the straining material was gone. Ignoring the audible tearing, he repeated the process with my other breast before lifting to stare at his accomplishment.

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