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“I think that sounds like the only way to keep me safe and sound from lurking monsters,” she teases.
“Done. I’m on another twelve hours tomorrow. What time does Brooklyn go to bed?”
“Around eight.”
“I’m off at nine. How about I stop by after I’m off and check your bed for you?”
“It’s a date,” she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
We talk for another forty-five minutes until I realize it’s almost midnight. “I should probably go. You have work tomorrow morning,” she says, which comes out more like a yawn.
“Yeah, you sound like you’re ready to pass out. I’ll stop by then tomorrow night?”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then. Bye, Maddox.”
“Sweet dreams, Avery.” As I hang up the phone, I can’t help the smile on my lips. I actually just spent almost an hour on the phone with a woman. I hate the phone. I hate talking to women on the phone. But, when I talk to Avery, there’s just something so natural and right about it. Icould have talked to her all night if we both weren’t fighting sleep.
I lie back on my pillow and get comfortable again. Tomorrow night. I’ll be exploring Avery’s perfect body tomorrow night, checking it for monsters. I smile, again, as I start to drift off to sleep.
Chapter 21
Avery
After I get Brooklyn bathed, in her pajamas, and into bed on Sunday night, I start to feel a little nervous about Maddox stopping by after work. I start to question whether he’s coming over because he wants to see me or because he wants sex. Maddox has never had a shortage of women willing to spend time in bed with him, but is that all he’s after with me? To score with his best friend’s baby sister?
Though it’s difficult, I push that thought out of my mind before it can completely take over my thoughts, making me crazy. Maddox loves my brother too much to risk messing up his friendship with him by sleeping with his sister just to say he did. He probably could have done that anytime over the last several years. And he did agree he wasn’t going to sleep with other women while we’re hanging out. So I just have to put a little faith and trust into him that he won’t screw me over, figuratively that is.
Mom always says that a watched pot doesn’t boil so I decide to flip through thechannels and find a movie to watch to help pass the time until Maddox gets here. After my second run through the channels, I settle for aDuck Dynastymarathon. Nine o’clock rolls into nine thirty, which slowly becomes ten o’clock. The last thing I remember is Uncle Sy blowing up his pickup truck and the whole family watching and cheering.
I’m startled awake by a knock at the door. I glance up at the clock and notice it’s ten forty-five. I look through the peephole and see the very tired, yet devastatingly handsome face of Maddox. I crack open the door and gaze at him through heavily lidded eyes.
“Did I wake you?” he asks.
“I just dozed off on the couch. Do you want to come in?”
“Do you still want me to come in?”
I step back and hold the door wide open for him. He steps inside and walks toward the couch while I shut and lock the door.
“Sorry I’m so late. We caught a call right at the end of shift and ended up working another hour and a half. I ran home quickly and showered, and then walked over. I didn’t know if I should still come or not.”
I move to him until I’m standing right in front of him and slide my hands up his muscular arms from his wrists to his shoulders. “I’m glad you came over,” I whisper as I gaze into his tired eyes.
He bends down and kisses my lips lightly, like he’s savoring their taste. Then he slides one hand around my waist and pulls me tight against him. I feel him growing hard against me. His other hand wraps around my neck and we’re both lost in the kiss. It quickly turns needy and urgent until we’re both breathing hard and fighting for air.
“Lie back on the couch,” he tells me as he removes my shirt. I lie down on the couch and he’s on top of me before I know it. He covers my soft body with his much harder one. He’s all ripped muscles and hard planes to my smooth curves and soft skin. His skin is so hot to the touch, like his whole body has ignited from the inside out. I glide my hands up his sides, pushing his T-shirt up as I go. He helps pull it the rest of the way over his head. The feel of his hot chest against mine steals my breath and ability to think. He’s touching me everywhere. As he rolls to his side, he starts to push at my pants around my hips. I raise my hips slightly to help him as he removes them.
“Yoga pants are man’s greatest invention,” he mumbles against my lips. “The only thing better than yoga pants is yoga pants lying on thefloor.”
His hands start to explore my legs, starting at my calves and roaming up to my thighs. Did someone turn up the heat? The room is stifling hot. My thighs are on fire, burned from his touch. He gets to the V of my legs and starts to rub me through my panties.
“Your panties are so wet already,” he says as he breaks the kiss. “That is the sexiest damn thing ever.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” I confess, my voice is now heavy and breathy.
“I’ve been thinking about you too. Let’s take these things off, shall we?”
He slides his hands around my hips and starts a deliciously slow descent of my panties. He throws them over his shoulder onto the floor and immediately covers me again with his body. He’s all lips and tongue and mouth, and I can’t seem to get enough of him. Maddox starts to kiss down my chin, down my neck, down my torso. He pays extra attention to my breasts, first one, and then the other.
