Page 93 of Maddox
I never told Peter, and it never occurred to me that my mom was so out of it that I should have been watching my brother.
I regret it. I regret everything.
Maddox’s warmth surrounds me when he picks me up and sets me on his lap. Burying my face in his shoulder, I allow a few tears to fall before whispering, “Everything feels so out of control.”
“So, take it back,” he says, and I raise my head.
“How?”
Searching his eyes, I feel a flutter in my belly when his lips quirk and he says, “When my mom died, all I did was fight with my dad. We were like two idiots constantly butting heads.”
Wow. Is that why I sometimes sense something more beneath the facade he shows the world?
When did his mom die? How?
“How did you make it better?” I ask, envisioning a young Maddox squaring off against his ginormous father.
Shrugging he looks over my shoulder into the past and says, “I guess I pulled my head out of my ass and stopped blaming him.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask more but he blinks those gorgeous granite eyes at me and my pulse thumps.
Although I’m lost, Maddox’s conviction gives me hope. In the meantime, I don’t want to think about it. I just want to feel, and Maddox does that without even trying.
When our eyes meet and I stare into those pretty peepers, I decide to take fate into my own hands.
I want this with Maddox. I want it to behim, which is why I lean forward and nip his lip.
My reward is a devilish smirk, as he drops his head to my neck and presses those warm lips to my skin.
“Mm,” I hum, tilting my head.
His hands tighten around my waist before he slides his fingers over my ass and with an aching slowness, he peppers kisses along my neck, and over my shoulder before dropping down to my breast.
“Oh,” I cry out when he tongues my nipple through the fabric of the shirt.
Spreading my legs, I drop down to his lap and pump against the ridge of his jeans while he plumps my boob before turning his attention to the other.
“Please,” I groan, tipping my head back.
“Hmm.” The raspy purr sends a shiver through me as he wraps his warm palm around my mound and pauses when he finds bare skin.
“Bad girl,” he says, and I look up at him between my lashes.
Those gorgeous dark eyes glow with fire as he slides his fingers between my lips and I buck into his hand, panting, “Maddox.”
“So sweet,” he groans, sliding his finger inside me.
At the featherlight caress, I roll against him, and he groans, sucking a nipple between his teeth.
With every pump of his finger, the ridge of his hand rubs against my clit.
My nipples burn at his attention, and I buck and roll, chasing the pleasure running through me in glorious waves.
It’s so sweet, so real, so fucking awesome that I cry out as I bow off his lap.
The beautiful, brutal burn sails through me while I convulse helplessly and when I meet his glittering gaze, he pulls me in for a lush kiss.
Although my muscles feel like taffy, I want to touch his skin. I want to feelhimand a thrill rushes through me as I reach for the button of his jeans.
