Page 38 of Broken Melody
I know better. I shouldn’t have asked him to dance with me, shouldn’t have my body pressed up against his like this, but oh my hell it feels so damn good. When is the last time a man has held me? When’s the last time I’ve felt happy, beautiful, carefree, and desired? I’m not oblivious - I’ve caught the way Maddox looks at me. He feels something between us, and if I’m not being stubborn I confess that I feel it too. It may only be the reckless desire I have to rip all of his clothes from his body and hump him like a rabid monkey, but it’s there and I feel it nevertheless.
Hell, the man is hotter than fire, but it’s not just that that does it for me. Even when he acts like an asshole I find myself attracted to him. I wonder if I’m insane, what woman wants a man that can be a jerk? Well, I do have a tendency to like a bad boy; they’re just so damn hot. But it’s more than that with Maddox. There are times I see glimpses of something more, something deeper, something of value. And for whatever reason, it’s not a side of him that’s easy for him to let people see; that much is clear. Maybe it’s because I can be the same way – we’re like two broken melody’s coming together to make one great song. It makes me want to crack his exterior. To dig deeper until the real Maddox is revealed.
Maybe it’s being able to relate to someone musically, maybe it’s the promise of what the next few months are going to bring. Perhaps it’s because I’m drunk and lonely and any flesh and blood body would do to fulfill my needs at the moment, I’m not sure. I do know that for once in my life I want to follow my instincts and let all the other shit that’s been ruling my life fade away. I just want to escape its grip for a little while. Plus, I’m supposed to be celebrating and having a good time, aren’t I?
I haven’t dared to do anything like this in a long time. Or had a reason. The few relationships I’ve had the last few years have been as controlled by me as possible. I thought I lost the ability to go with the flow. So, it feels good to be able to trust my instincts, let go, and just…be. It’s empowering to know that my ability to do so wasn’t stripped from me after all. I’m making headway, but I’m certainly both a masterpiece and a work in progress in several areas of my life. I’m learning it’s okay to be both.
The next song is slow too. My body is molded to Maddox and I can feel the firmness of him, everywhere. Somehow he shifts, and one of his knees finds it’s way in between my own. As we move, it begins creating a delicious friction at my core that makes my breaths come faster and my grip around him tighten.
His chest begins moving rapidly, almost in time with mine. I move my head back so I can look up into his eyes, and the look in his momentarily takes my breath away. I find desire, need, and lust burning there, making my own feelings that are already simmering within me burn hotter. My head is swimming now; I’m not feeling any damn thing except the desires of my body and the needs of my soul. And what they both want is to connect with another person – to feel the desires of connecting with someone else skin to skin.
When he moves his head toward mine, I begin to do the same, but then somehow I think of Britt or one of the guys seeing us and suddenly I feel a need to become less visible from prying eyes. I squeeze his shoulder, “Privacy?” I ask.
He nods sharply, backs up from me and takes my hand. He directs me through the crowd, and in the corner of the room there’s a hallway that leads back to the restrooms. He tries a couple doors as we pass, and one of them opens. He ducks his head inside quickly, and then pulls me inside behind him. The space is small, it’s a closet of some sort, which is random, but helpful at the moment so I’m not going to complain. I stumble over something on the floor, and giggle. Maddox’s chuckle is near my ear and it sends goose bumps down my body, makes the hair rise on my arms, and my stomach feel heavy with excitement.
He kicks whatever it is out of the way and pulls me hard up against him. The only light comes through the crack at the bottom of the door and it isn’t much, but I can still see the outline of his body – his face. Somehow the dark heightens the feelings already running through my veins – anticipation making me practically breathless.
And then, his mouth is on mine. A teasing nip on my bottom lip, permission perhaps, so I open for him, and he wastes no time pushing his tongue inside. We moan simultaneously, as if the first taste of each other overwhelms us. I feel the effects of it everywhere. In the way my stomach flips, in the way my breasts feel heavy and my nipples tighten, in the way my core clenches as if it’s already wrapped around him. It’s a war of lips, tongue, and teeth as we fight to feel more of each other, to take what we desire. My hands are clutched in his hair, gripping and pulling; his are on my ass, and he shocks me when he pulls away a little bit to lift me, turns, and presses me against the wall. The small knock my head takes is nothing compared to the feeling of my body completely wrapped around his.
His lips are soft, his tongue urgent, and he evokes a moan from me as he suddenly grinds his body against my own. I can feel his hard erection press against me and when he juts his hips again, I moan. “Fuck,” he curses as he pulls away from my mouth in order to run kisses down my throat and over the tops of my breasts.
“I wish I could rip the clothes from your body. I want to devour you, inch by inch,” he says and all I can do is emit a whispered curse in response.
He pushes my shirt and bra away from my breast and teases me with his tongue before taking my tight nipple into his mouth. My head smacks into the wall again as I drop it backward, “Yes, yes,” I encourage. Nothing else exists except for him and his mouth. My hands have managed to find their way under the back of his shirt, my nails digging lines into his skin.
“Maddox,” I whisper, “I want-”
“What? What do you want?” he asks me urgently while his body moves against mine and in doing so makes my mind feel fuzzy.
“I want you to-”
Before I can say another word light floods the room as the door is opened and air rushes in along with loud music and a wave of coherence. Maddox quickly covers my body with his own protecting my partially naked body from the person at the door.
“Jesus!” The person curses, likely startled by our presence. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“Uh, sorry. Give us a minute and we’ll get out.”
“Yeah, that would be great, since you’re standing in front of the mop I need.”
“Dude, shut the door for a second,” Maddox says with a growl.
“Fine, but I’m counting to ten and opening it again.” He closes it and when Maddox turns to me, I’ve already replaced my clothing and am working on straightening them and fixing my hair.
“Okay?” he asks me and I nod forgetting he probably can’t see me. “Y-yes,” I stammer, my voice gravelly and my lips feeling swollen from his kisses.
He turns just as the door swings open again and the two of us leave the closet, Maddox scowling at the poor guy just wanting to get his mop. Thank god there aren’t many people in the hallway, because I would be mortified if we had a large audience. Maddox takes my hand and leads me back to the stairs toward the VIP section. When we enter the room, I’m relieved to see no one but the bartender is inside. I head straight to the bar and ask for a drink. He smiles and tries to flirt, but I’m distracted by the feeling of Maddox staring at me from across the room making heat run through my body. I’m so attuned to him it’s almost uncomfortable. My body is still primed for him – I was ready and willing to be fucked against the wall, and I’m not even ashamed of it. I can still feel his mouth on me, his hands. My blood is on fire from his touch and I can’t even find it within me to be embarrassed that I wish we had never been interrupted. I had no intention of stopping.
Part of me wonders what the hell I’m thinking. Is this a good idea? Would it ruin what I’ve got going before it even starts? If so then why did kissing him feel so right? Together in that closet, his body should feel new to me, unfamiliar, but instead it was almost as if I’ve held him and loved him in my dreams before. It felt…right.
Turning with drink in hand, I face him to find his gaze is still on me. I take a sip watching him over the rim of my glass while he in turn watches every move I make. I lick the liquor off my bottom lip, and he bites his own watching me do so. I smile at his response to me and I swear I hear what sounds like a growl from the other side of the room. I feel beautiful, even sexy, in his eyes and it’s a feeling I haven’t felt in some time.
Just as I take a step toward him ready to suggest that we get the hell out of here and head to my place, we’re interrupted. It takes a moment for me to understand what’s happening. There’s a smiling bouncer that walks into the room and greets Maddox; they’ve barely said ‘hello’ when immediately following him inside are three unfamiliar women. They’re chatting, but mostly it’s their obnoxious giggles when they look at Maddox that makes me practically sneer and raise a brow.
They’re all dressed in very short dresses that reveal a hell of a lot of skin, so much so, it’s not hard to see exactly what they’ve got going on underneath. They’ve all got drinks in their hands, but they discard them on a table as they move to Maddox.
It appears he opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, they’re surrounding him. The same body I was just touching, caressing, grabbing and kissing moments before, they are now touching. Everywhere. I suddenly feel like a voyeur forgetting that I was here first.
It barely registers when Britt walks into the room with the other guys on her heels. The guys each have a girl with them as well and they barely spare a look at Maddox. Glancing at Britt I watch her take in the sight before me, but before I can say anything to her my eyes are back on Maddox.
