Page 16 of Trust Me
He breaks the spell by suggesting we sit on the couch and watch a movie. A movie with Maddox? Uh, okay! Sign me up! I grab two more beers from the fridge as he sets out to find something on television. I come back into the living room, and he has settled onShooter.
“It was either this orMystic Pizza. I’mnot an eighties chick flick kinda guy, so you’re stuck withShooter.”
“Oh, there is no ‘getting stuck’ with Mark Wahlberg. I could watch him all day long,” I say with a sly grin.
“Really?” he replies dryly. I hand him a beer and settle in on the opposite end of the couch with my legs tucked comfortably underneath me. Maddox stretches out with his legs up on top of my coffee table. He looks so natural and comfortable in my space. It’s scary and so exciting all at the same time.
About an hour into the movie, I can’t help but to ask the question I’ve been wondering since the moment he told my daughter he would stay for pizza. “No big plans tonight?”
He looks over at me, his eyes burning straight into my soul and replies, “Nope. I had nothing to do.”
I still find that hard to believe. I know he goes out with Jake almost every weekend they don’t work, and even some they do work. They head to the Pub and leave with someone of the opposite sex.
“Well, I appreciate you hanging out with me and Brooklyn tonight. I’d probably already beheading to bed by now.”
And there it is again. Bed. I see it in the way his eyes darken at the thought. I have to mentally remind myself to breathe at this point. We stare at each other for a few more moments and that’s when I feel his big, warm hand over the top of mine. He locks his fingers in mine and gives me a gentle tug toward him. His other hand snakes around my side, burning my flesh straight through my shirt. I crawl over to him, kneeling next to him on the couch, and let my free hand roam up to his hair. I’ve been dreaming about this hair, about running my hands through it since last Saturday night. He leans in a little toward me, waiting for me to throw the red flag and tell him to stop. There’s no way I’m throwing any flag to stop this. I want this. I need it more than I need air. He leans the rest of the way in and closes his eyes.
His kiss is tender, just barely touching my lips. We stay like that for what feels like forever but, in reality, is probably only a few seconds. Then he kisses me a little deeper, urging me with his tongue to open up my mouth for him. His kiss is wicked and makes me go weak in the knees. I can’t imagine anyone ever denying him anything after a kiss like this. He continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. He tastes like pizza and beer and, well, Maddox. My hands roam from hishair to his strong shoulders, and then journey down his sides. I feel his hands touch the bare flesh of my lower back, and I moan. How long has it been since someone touched me like this? Ever?
Maddox dips down to kiss my jaw, my neck, and it’s the most delicious kiss I’ve ever experienced. He pulls back a bit, both of us breathing a little heavy, and looks deeply at me with those sinful brown eyes.
“I should go,” he says as he kisses the corner of my mouth. I slowly pull away from his embrace and shiver, immediately feeling the loss of his body heat. He stands up and helps me to my feet, which I’m thankful for since my whole body feels heavy, my legs shaky. Once we get to the front door, he pulls me back against him for one last lingering kiss. As I lean into him, I feel his strong, hard body from head to toe and something else very hard against my lower stomach. My whole body shivers from the contact and the desire.
“Have dinner with me next Friday night,” he says after he gives me one last kiss on the lips.
“Okay,” I reply without giving it any thought. I look up at him and am rewarded with one of his best smiles. He slowly pulls away and walks out the front door. I stand here on my frontporch watching him walk in the direction of his house.
As he approaches the edge of my property, he turns and says, “Sweet dreams, Avery.” He follows that up with the slight curve upward of the corner of his mouth and a wink.
I can’t help but smile back down at him before he turns and strolls away. Oh, yes, my dreams will be very sweet tonight.
Chapter 12
Maddox
I’m about a block away from my house when I remember I was supposed to have drinks with Jake tonight. Yeah, two hours ago. And to make it worse, I’m still in the shorts and T-shirt I was wearing when I ran into Avery and Brooklyn at the park before lunch.
I whip out my phone and shoot him a quick text.
Me: Not gonna make it tonight.
I’m walking up my driveway when my phone dings, signaling a reply.
Jake: Hot date?
Shit, if he only knew. I throw back a quick reply as I retrieve my hidden key.
Me: Yeah.
He replies instantly.
Jake: Don’t forget to bag up!
God, I’m a bad friend. I’m actually leading him to believe I’m with some chick tonight. Inreality, I’ve spent the past ten hours with his sister. He’s going to kick my ass when he finds out, and when that happens, I will do nothing but let him. I deserve at least that.
I head inside and dump my cell phone on the kitchen table. I’m on edge and a little frustrated so I start to pace. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had sex, and since I spent most of the day with Avery, I’m more than a little horny. I consider changing my clothes and heading up to Jack’s to meet Jake. But the thought of Avery’s beautiful smile and crystal-blue eyes as she agreed to go to dinner with me on Friday night is enough to push that idea far out of my mind. I’m not going anywhere.
After the world’s coldest shower, I head to bed with thoughts of the sexiest blonde that I can still taste on my lips. The way her mouth molded to mine, and she moaned slightly with each thrust of my tongue. I punch my pillow a few times, and flip back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position.
