Page 16 of Wretched Heart
“Keep touching me like that and I might just have to fuck you, little bird,” I warn.
Maddie seems to take it as a promise and her fingers continue to explore my inked skin. “I’d like to see more of your tattoos,” she whispers.
I spin her around fast and capture her gasp with my mouth. I taste the sourness of champagne and something far sweeter and more intoxicating as her tongue greets mine. I want to taste more of Maddie, and I push a hand between her legs, sinking my fingers into her slick heat.
Our kiss only deepens as Maddie’s hand follows mine between our bodies. She pushes past the elastic of my boxers and grabs hold of my cock. I groan into her mouth, thrusting against her closed fist. The wet fabric sticks to her hand and makes it difficult for her to stroke me so we take our hands off each other long enough for me to shove my boxers down my thighs. My cock springs up between us and Maddie leans back to admire it.
“Let me watch you play with my cock, little bird.”
Maddie’s eyes flick up briefly to meet mine before returning her attention to my erection. As her fingers wrap around my shaft, I rake my eyes over what I can see of her body. Her breasts are rounded and her hardened nipples too delicious to ignore. I palm them as Maddie’s grip on me tightens. My thumbs brush her nipples, and I’m slowly moving against her fist when she jerks my cockso damn hard that I make a grunt that’s more pain than pleasure.
“Hey, you’re not milking a cow,” I say with a laugh.
Her head remains bowed. “Sorry, I’ve never milked a cow either.”
I frown. “Sorry?”
“Is this better?” she asks, running her hand up and down my length in smoother strokes.
Despite my confusion, I reach down to wrap my hand around Maddie’s, guiding her movements to meet my growing need. “That’s perfect,” I encourage. “Have you never given someone a hand-job before?” I’d just be glad to hear she hasn’t done this with Barrett.
Maddie laughs. “I’ve never even seen one of these things up close.”
She’s never… Oh, shit. Oh, fucking shit. “Whoa,” I say, stilling both our hands. My hips take longer to get the message, but I stop thrusting a second later. “Are you saying you’ve never…”
I should just come out and ask the obvious, but do I really want to know the answer? I swallow hard. Yes, I do.
Reluctantly, I pull Maddie’s hand from my cock. My thumb and finger pinch her chin as I raise her gaze to mine. “Maddie, are you still a virgin?”
“I wasn’t supposed to be after tonight,” she says in challenge. “Don’t you want me?”
I press my forehead against hers and close my eyes. There’s a part of me that’s celebrating that Barrett didn’t get to touch her at all, but then I remember the boot print on her back. Did she insist on keeping herself pure until her wedding night? Is that why he called her frigid? Is that why the bastard hurt her?
The question I should really be asking myself iswhether or not Maddie would even be contemplating letting me fuck her if she hadn’t consumed so much champagne?
“We can’t do this.Ican’t do this,” I whisper.
I’m about to pull up my boxer shorts when Maddie rises up on tiptoe. When her lips find mine, I keep my mouth closed until I feel her tongue pressing urgently against my closed mouth. Against my better judgement, I let her in. And as she plunders my mouth, my fingers rake through her hair, silken and smooth now that she’s washed out all the hair product. My fingertips dig into her scalp as she takes hold of my cock again. She’s a quick learner because, damn it, her touch is driving me crazy. And I’d have to be crazy to take this further.
“Maddie, stop,” I hiss.
“If you’re worried about contraception, don’t be. I had to have an IUD fitted as part of the negotiations. And obviously, I’m clean,” she says because of course she is. She’s untouched, or she was until I started fucking groping her. “Are you clean?”
I haven’t been near a woman for months. Time and my job don’t allow for dating, and certainly not relationships. “Yes, but…”
It doesn’t matter. This has to stop. But damn, I like how her hand is gliding up and down my shaft.
“No!” I bark at her, making her flinch and hating myself for it.
She lets go of my still-hard cock and I quickly pull my boxers up before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her from the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around her shoulders. It’s large enough to cover most of her body, for which I’m thankful.
“Please, Maddie, don’t say another word. You’re going to dry yourself off, and then you’re going to bed.”
Tears well in her red and swollen eyes. “You don’t want me?”
I rub a hand over my face. “I’m not rejecting you, little bird,” I reply hoarsely. “I’m respecting you.”
My gallantry doesn’t appear to impress her. “But I don’t want you to go.”
