Page 73 of Maddox
Nope. No. Not going there.
Jesus, seeing Holly last night should be enough to stay away from this girl, but she’s not Holly, I concede.
Beyond that, I don’t know why she keeps coming back but surely, she’s bent on torturing the fuck out of me.
After a long night, all I wanted to do when I got back was collapse into bed and get some much-needed sleep.
Instead, I had to kick Bambi out, despite her knowing that I don’t like anyone in my room.
Of course, I teased Delaney when she watched me undress. I loved the way her pretty eyes widened, and she bit that bottom lip.
Fuck me, at least I managed to avoid touching her and I did, surprisingly, sleep pretty damn well.
Now, I’m going to go downstairs. I can send one of the prospects to take her home…or not.
Okay, I’ll take her home but, in a minute, or five, just not…now.
Resolved, I grab the doorknob just as she says, her voice all raspy from sleep, “Oh…uh, hey.”
“Hey,” I mumble.
Just keep going, Mad.There’s shit to do. We need to continue the search for Lita.
Every second that passes while we don’t find any clues means certain death for the poor woman.
This effectively kills my arousal, but Delaney is still speaking behind me. “…you know…”
I don’t because I wasn’t paying attention and despite my brain screaming to run, I glance over my shoulder.
She looks so damn cute standing there with her long dark hair framing her heart shaped face, and when she bites that bottom lip it sends heat straight to my fucking dick.
Cops. Jail. Do not go there, Mad.
Still, I can’t resist and since I know it will make her squirm, I raise a brow and say, “No, I don’t know. What?”
“I, um,” she whispers, licking her lips.
“You got something to say,” I drawl and her face flames.
Fuck but she’s adorable and it looks like I’m not going to be able to resist after all.
Delaney
“Well, I…” I say as he stalks toward me with a smirk.
That devilish smile sets my heart pumping, and I don’t protest when he gently pushes me toward the mattress.
His hands are so big, they span the curves of my hips easily when he picks me up and sets me on the bed.
With a shiver, I drop to my back while he crawls on top of me and the ridge of his jeans settles between my legs.
Goosebumps cascade along my limbs when he pushes my shirt up and peppers kisses across the sensitive skin of my stomach.
His silky dark hair follows, and I stare at the pretty strands as he slides his hand beneath my jeans and cups me gently.
It’s not enough but it’s too much and I don’t know what to do or say as he moves his other hand to my breast and twists my nipple between his fingers.
“Oh,” I moan, bucking into his hand.
