Page 25 of Trust Me
I feel the warm sunlight dance across my face, but I’m not ready to wake up yet. I stretch out a little bit and realize my muscles are achy and sore. I’m not sure if it’s from the first time against the door or from when he woke me up around two this morning for a repeat performance in bed. I snuggle up against Maddox again and feel him stir next to me. He grabs a hold of my waist and rolls me onto my side, his front to my back. This position, with him snuggled up against me, is the most comfortable place in the world.
Maddox starts kissing me behind my ear, licking my earlobe before gently sucking it into his mouth. I gasp at the sensual caress of his tongue and lips. “Good morning,” he mumbles against my head.
“Good morning.”
I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s almost seven o’clock. “Um, don’t you have to work today?”
“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I’m on atnine.” He kisses the top of my shoulder and starts pressing more kisses down my back.
“You’re going to need to get ready soon,” I say, surprised by how breathless I already am.
“I’ve got plenty of time,” he replies as he gives me one last kiss in the middle of my spine. “Come on.” He rolls me over and reaches for my hands to help me up. “I need a shower. You need a shower. I’ve heard there was a water shortage out in California this past summer, so I thought maybe we’d do our part in conserving water.”
“Really?” I reply dryly and give him a questioning look.
“Hey, every little bit helps, right?” He gets up with a smug smile and pulls me toward the bathroom. Once inside, I start to get a little self-conscious. I’d kill for a toothbrush and some toothpaste right about now. I do not want to scare away the world’s sexiest man with morning breath.
Maddox cranks on the hot water and heads back to me. As if he can read my mind, he walks over to his cabinets and pulls each one open until he finds a new toothbrush, still in the wrapper. “I’ve got an extra. Anything else you need?”
I shake my head and step over to the sink. He turns and says, “I’ll give you a few minutes. I’ll run down and start a pot of coffee and be rightback. Don’t start without me.” He closes the door behind him, and I take the opportunity to use the restroom and brush my teeth. I look up at my reflection in the mirror and can’t help the big smile that’s plastered to my face. I just spent the most amazing night with Maddox! Plus, the fact he hasn’t kicked me out of his house yet has got to be a good sign, right? I have plenty to smile about this morning.
He knocks on the door a few minutes later and then enters, still wearing nothing on his unbelievably sexy body but a smile. He adjusts the water temperature, grabs my hand, and we step inside his shower together. The water feels so good against my achy muscles. I moan a little as the water cascades over me, so he turns me into the water, grabs a bar of soap, and starts washing and kneading my back. His strong hands glide effortlessly along my back, sliding up and down as the water washes over me. The smoothness of his touch and the water makes a delicious combination and instantly starts to relax me.
I step back and brush my rear against his hard erection. His hands wrap around my front and glide along my stomach toward my breasts. His touch is magical. I wish he would just touch me all the time. I lay my head back on his shoulder and relax into his touch. He showsattention to my breasts before sliding back down my stomach toward the junction of my thighs. He uses one hand to hold me back against his body while his other hand sinks one finger inside of me. I moan at the welcome invasion.
“You’re wet already,” he whispers a little hoarsely in my ear.
“You do this to me.”
His hold on my body tightens as I feel him slip the second finger inside. His mouth is sucking the water droplets off my neck and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. His fingers start to move quicker, and his thumb shifts up to rub over my little bundle of nerves. I’m starting to get very close to exploding when he spins me around. He kneels in front of me and places one leg up on the side of the tub. He slips two fingers inside me again and leans forward and gives my clit a flick with his tongue. I throw my hands into his hair as he pleasures me with a combination of his tongue and fingers. It doesn’t take long and I come apart, standing in the shower, moaning his name and sucking in big gulps of steamy air.
He pulls his fingers from me and spins me back around, facing the wall. “Here, lean forward and brace your hands against the wall.” I do as I’m told and I feel him move my legs a little farther apart. I feel his hard shaft sliding against my rear,rubbing against my still-pulsing entrance from behind. “Shit. I don’t have a condom,” he says.
“It’s okay. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since Kevin and that was almost two years ago.”
“I’m clean too,” he assures. “We get tested through work twice a year. Plus, I always wear protection. Always.” Something shifts inside of me as I realize what he’s telling me. He’s agreeing to have unprotected sex with me. “I’ll pull out, I promise.”
I reach between my legs and guide him toward my entrance. With one swift, long thrust, he’s buried deep inside of me. I can feel him, all of him, without the condom. I’ve never had sex before without one. Even with Drake, we always used one. Brooklyn is the result of one failing or breaking.
“Holy shit, that feels so good,” he moans as he continues his long, steady strokes. I brace my hands against the shower wall and let him take me from behind. I’m completely at his will, and I love it. He reaches around and lightly pinches my clit, causing me to shatter instantly. He holds on to my hips as he pumps hard into me, and lets out a loud moan as he pulls out of me and releases himself onto the bathtub floor.
I’m panting and trying to catch my breath as he lays his head on my upper back. “Holy shit, woman, I think you’re trying to kill me.”
I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck and lightly kiss his lips. “Well, what a way to go.”
He smiles against my lips and responds, “You are going to be the death of me. I like it. I like it a lot.”
He grabs the bar of soap and begins to scrub me down. While he’s washing his body, I squirt a little of his shampoo in my hand and start to wash my hair. After all of the soap is rinsed out of my hair and Maddox finishes with his hair, he shuts off the water.
Reaching over and grabbing the first towel, he wraps it snuggly around my body. He grabs the second and hands it to me. “For your hair.” Then he takes the third towel and wraps it low around his waist.
After I throw my hair up in the towel he gave me, we walk back to his room. “See, much more efficient to take a shower together,” he jokes with his cocky smile that I love so much. I start to agree with him and lean in for a kiss when we hear the sound of someone banging on the front door.
We spring apart like a couple of teenagers who’ve been busted making out in a movie theater. “Stay here and keep the door closed. I’llbe right back,” he says as he heads out of the bedroom, closing the door tightly behind him.
I stand here for a few moments, listening with my ear pressed up against the door. I can hear Maddox’s footsteps heading down the hallway and releasing the lock on the front door. What I wasn’t expecting is the voice I hear booming from the front door. A voice I know all too well.
My brother, Jake.
