Page 52 of Maddox
“Delaney?”
“Hm.”
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he says as he slides his hand beneath my shirt and coat.
Arching against him, I kiss his throat before he licks a trail down the column of my neck and sucks the pulse between his teeth.
When a bolt of heat rushes through me, I buck against him, eagerly complying as he gently pushes me down and pulls on the latch of my coat.
“So pretty,” he rasps, brushing the tip of my nipple over the fabric of my shirt.
My nipples peak and I meet his dark glittering eyes as I push up on my heels, silently begging for more.
His wicked lips quirk in a sexy grin, sending my heart into my throat before he plucks at my nipple and everything but the need lighting a fire under my skin fades.
“Tell me what you like,” he groans when I grind my pelvis against the ridge of his jeans.
A gust of wind passes through the trees, a soothing balm to my heated skin as I moan, “You. I like you.”
But everything washes away when he rears back and for a moment there’s nothing but silence between us while he stares at me with wide eyes.
What did I…shit. Did I tell him Ilikehim?
Mortified, I drop my gaze as he slowly exhales and when I can take the suspense no more, I whisper, “Maddox?”
Thankfully, the tension melts from his shoulders and his mouth curves into a grin as he rasps, “Yeah, princess?”
“I…are you…”
I trail off because I don’t know what to say but heat floods my system again when he tugs a nipple between his teeth while sliding his hand between my thighs.
“Tell me what youneed,” he says, his breath puffing against my skin.
“More,” I pant, and he curls his fingers around my core.
“Tell me, princess,” he says.
“Don’t stop,” I babble as the heat between my legs turns to a burn and I arch once more, staring at the sky.
His mouth drops back to my breast while he grinds his palm against me.
Sweet, beautiful pleasure flows through me in waves while the crystals forming in the cool air, cover us in a winter blanket.
The beautiful vista matches the thrum in my heart telling me this is beyond special, and I smile.
It’s only as I come back down that I sense his tension, and I turn to him, feeling inexplicably shy.
His eyes glow with an inner flame when I meet his gaze and move my hand down to his stomach, secretly thrilled when he shudders under my touch.
I’m just looking down in anticipation when cool air greets me, and he moves away, leaving me to shiver on the blanket, wet from the new snow.
What just happened?
While I stare dumbly, he pushes to his feet and holds out his hand, saying, “C’mon.”
Confused, I allow him to pull me up and stand silently while he grabs the blanket before pointing to the trail we took to get here.
Pressing my hand against my churning stomach, I follow his lead and once back at the bike, I climb on at his direction in a daze.
