Page 72 of Maddox
“I don't know which rock you crawled out from under, but you best go before Maddox finds you here,” she hisses.
The sheer insanity of the response I bite back brings me to reality and rolling from the bed, I say, “Look–”
“No, you look,” she snaps, following me.
I can’t help but to stare at her tits because well they’re huge and in my face but thankfully the door swings open and I’m spared the humiliation of further conversation.
“Bambi? What the fuck are you doing in here?” Maddox growls.
Bambi?
She turns and crosses her arms emphasizing the goods, and I acknowledge grudgingly that my own rack in no way compares to what she’s got going on.
“Waiting for you,” she says bitchily, and his brows drop over his eyes.
“Get out.”
“Maddox–”
“Out. You know I don’t like people in here,” he says, and her eyes slide to mine.
I look away, my face burning. Ha. Bitch.
“What abouther?” she asks.
“None of your business,” he says and when she raises a brow, he grabs her arm, pushing her toward the door.
Ignoring her protests, he deposits her on the other side and says as he closes it, “She’s with me.”
This shouldn’t give me tingles but it does, and I turn away to hide my ridiculous reaction.
What else was he going to say?
When I drop my gaze to the slinky dress she was wearing he grunts and grabs it up off the floor before opening the door far enough to drop it on the other side.
Bemused, I stare when he stops before the single dresser against the wall and proceeds to empty his pockets.
After that he toes off his boots and socks. When he pulls his shirt up and over his head, I freeze, exhaling slowly.
His abs ripple with his movements and I trace every single ridge and tattoo avidly until he pauses with his hand on his jeans.
“You gonna watch this too?” he says, and I look up, meeting the amused glint in his eyes.
Clearing my throat, I raise my chin and turn away even though the better part of me screams to look.
Instead, I sit on the bed and stare at the wall as his pants drop to the floor with a quiet rasp.
After which, the bed dips and he says, “Night.”
When he shuts off the light, I carefully lay down beside him, his warmth a beacon I know better than to fall into and I despair of going back to sleep when my heart is pounding so hard in my throat.
Eventually his deep breathing pulls at me though and I drift off, images of his rock-hard abs following me into my dreams.
Maddox
Delaney is still sleeping when I wake up the following morning. For a moment, I stare at her pretty lips, parted in sleep and my dick pounds painfully.
Tracing the line of her hip, I follow it down to her bent knee and back before stopping on her chest where her soft inhalations push those tits toward me in invitation.
