Page 23 of Trust Me
I take in the simple beauty of the necklace and smile. Maddox clears his throat over my shoulder and says, “I’d like to see that one, please,” as he points to the necklace I was just looking at. I straighten up and turn to face him. He’s smiling at me as he holds out his hand for the necklace. Once it’s placed in his big hand, he turns me away from him and pushes my hair over my shoulder. He places the necklace around my neck and clasps it closed behind my neck. I turn slowly to look at him, my hand touching the beautiful necklace that was just placed around my neck.
“Something beautiful to remember how stunning you looked on this perfect night.”
He leans in and places a featherlight kiss on the edge of my nose and then on the corner of my mouth. We smile at each other like teenagers as we turn to pay for our purchases. He whips out some cash to pay for my new necklace and makes a grab for the suncatcher in my hand. I quickly pull back and won’t let him have it. I insist on paying for Brooklyn’s gift, and after a few moments of arguing, he finally agrees to let me pay.
We leave the quaint little jewelry shop and start making our way back toward the parking lot. Tonight has been one of the best nights and probably the greatest date I’ve ever been on. Maddox seemed focused solely on me, which I’ll admit, is a very welcomed change over the past few relationships I’ve been in.
We reach the truck, and he unlocks and opens my door like a true gentleman. Before I can step up into the truck, though, he spins me around and crashes his mouth into mine. There’s no hesitation, no tenderness. The kiss is hungry and urgent and filled with need. He rocks into me, and I feel just how much I affect him as he rubs his erection against my lower stomach. I want to climb up his body, throwing my arms around hisneck and my legs around his waist. I grind my pelvis against him, wishing the barrier of our clothes would magically disappear.
A car driving through the otherwise quiet parking lot breaks the bubble we are in. Maddox rests his forehead against mine, our heavy breathing mixed together. “God, you make me crazy. We should probably head home before I rip off your clothes right here in a public parking lot.”
“As nice as it sounds to have my clothes ripped off, it’s probably not the best place for it,” I agree with an ornery smile.
He leans in and gives me another quick kiss on my sensitive lips and helps me up into the truck so we can start our thirty-minute drive home.
Chapter 16
Maddox
I drive home in comfortable silence. I don’t think I’ve ever been content with silence with a woman before, which is just another reminder of how Avery is different from everyone else. She doesn’t feel the need to talk all the time for the sake of talking.
As we start to approach the city limits of Rivers Edge, I begin to wonder what I should do next. If this was any other girl, I’d drive back to her house with no hesitation whatsoever and take her inside. But this is Avery, and like I said, she’s different.
“So, I thought maybe we’d stop by my house for a bit, if that’s okay with you. This way, someone like Jake won’t see my truck parked in your drive and make trouble.” Even to my own ears, I sound a little nervous as I say it. What the hell? It’s not like it’s my first time taking a girl home. Then it hits me. It is the first time I’m taking a girl home—to my house. I always go to their place. But the thought of Avery in my house, my bed, just feelsright.
“That sounds good,” she says with another shy smile. I love that smile; it’s filled with happiness and innocence. I turn off Main Street and head down Lincoln toward my house. When I reach my place, I pull into the drive and kill the engine. I hop out and walk around to her door. When I open it, she seems slightly hesitant, maybe even nervous.
“I can take you home if you want.”
“No,” she quickly throws out there. “I want to be here…with you.” There’s that damn smile again. I extend my hand to her and help her down from the truck and head inside.
When we enter the dark recesses of my living room, I start to walk toward the lamp but she catches me by the arm, stopping me. I turn to look at her. The only light in the room is what moonlight is filtering through the window. Standing there in my darkened living room, light glowing off her blond hair, she looks stunning. She extends her hand up to cradle my cheek, her other hand runs up my abdomen from my stomach to rest on my chest. I step closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. She must have realized she was holding her breath because she lets out a big exhale, which comes out a little shaky. I gaze into her crystal-blue eyes, and that’s when I see it.Lust. Desire. Trust.
My resolve shatters like a glass vase with that one look as I push her back against my front door. Our lips are urging each other on as our desire for each other completely takes over. She runs her tongue down my neck, and I almost come completely undone in my pants like a teenage boy by that one simple move. I cradle her ass in my hands and lift her up. She threads her legs around my waist, her hands diving into my hair. I lean against her, pushing her back into the door, and she moans. It’s the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard and all I can think about is being deep inside her, making her moan over and over and over again.
I press hot kisses along her chin, down her delectable neck, and lick the spot where her pulse is rapidly beating. “Tell me to stop, Avery. Tell me to stop right now and I will. But if you say nothing, I’m taking you back to my room and burying myself deep inside you. I’m going to make you come and scream my name. All. Night. Long. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“I want this,” she whispers without hesitation and that’s all I need to hear. I turn toward my bedroom with Avery still in my arms, her legs and arms wrapped around my fully charged body.
When we get inside my room, I slam the door closed and press her up against it. “I love the feel of you wrapped around me, pressed against the wall. I’ve thought about you just like this so many damn times it’s hard for me to believe this is actually real,” I say as I pepper her face with more urgent kisses. I brace her against the door and reach for the hem of that sexy pink sweater. I slowly slide it and the cami up her torso, exposing her delicious stomach, inch by inch. When I get to her bra, I let out a strangled noise. She’s wearing a black lace bra. My little vixen is wearing a fucking sexy as hell black lace bra. My cock thickens to the point where it’s painful, my need for her too great.
I slip the sweater over her head and dive into her ample cleavage with my hands and mouth. Avery has perfect breasts, like they were made solely for my hands. I pull down the lace to expose one little rosebud nipple. It’s already peaked and begging for my mouth. I lean down, licking it slowly, and drawing it into my mouth with just a little bit of suction. Avery lets out another moan and rests her head against the door. I take the opportunity to release her other breast and shower it with the same attention I gave the first one.
“Please,” she says through parted lips andheavy breathing.
“Please what?” I growl.
“I need you.”
“What do you need, babe?”
“I need you. Just you. Inside me.”
Just like that, I’m setting her back down on the floor. She sways a little on her feet, so I grab a hold of her hips to help steady her. I squat down in front of her to remove her boots. I slowly slide the zipper down her calf, inching closer and closer to the ankle. After I remove that boot and set her foot back on the ground, I pick up her other foot, giving that boot the same attention. With both boots off, I make quick work of removing her socks. She’s staring down at me with a look that conveys just how badly she wants this.
Wants me.
I’m still kneeling in front of her, eyes locked on hers, as I reach up and unbutton her pants. I slowly pull down the zipper and glance at the black lace peeking out of the opening of her jeans.
