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“Come on, baby,” I drawl, baiting her with every word. “You came all this way.”
She doesn’t move, hand curled tightly around the door jamb.
Come on.
Another breath.
Another second.
And then she reaches for the handle and steps inside.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Paige
“Fuck,”Maddoxmutters,hisnostrils flaring as I press my back against the door.
I’m well aware Beau and Eli could come back at any moment, but finding Maddox like this, a discarded towel at the bottom of the bed, the sheets rumpled by his body, I don’t care.
His long legs, dusted with light brown hair, are spread wide, his muscles taut under all that golden skin. One hand is back to working himself in slow, lazy strokes as he leans against the headboard, his lower lip clamped between his teeth.
The recording plays in the background, the dirty soundtrack to the only other time we’ve been in a similar situation, spurring this moment on.
“How many times?” I ask, needing to know, throat dry as my eyes trail a line over the bumps and ridges of his stomach, theveins on his forearms, his long, thick fingers wrapped around his length. “How many times have you played it back? Got yourself off to it?”
His jaw flexes, cock straining in his grip. “Enough that I’ve got every second memorized.”
Heat licks down my spine, pooling between my legs at the thought of him jerking off at night, alone, thinking about me. Even the idea that he’s done it here, while on tour, in his own bunk, only separated by a thin curtain, has my pussy tingling.
“Your moans sound better than any song I’ve ever written.”
My breath catches at how genuine he sounds, and I walk around the perimeter of the small room. I thought being in such close quarters was bad enough before, but this… Maddox lying here, naked and mouthwateringly sexy, it’s damn near stifling.
And still, all I can think about is that one word. That stupid, dangerous word.
Loophole.
It rings like a siren in my head, mixing with the intoxicating scent of salt and sweat and sex that’s already permeating through the air.
Stopping in front of the dresser, I turn slightly, just enough for him to see the shape of my hand gliding down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my jeans. Maddox inhales sharply, legs moving slightly on the bed.
“Unlike you, I don’t need a recording to get off. I can do it better than you ever could.”
His tongue drags across his bottom lip. “Do it then.”
“Excuse me?” I breathe out.
“Touch yourself.” His thumb brushes through his arousal, smearing it over his cockhead. “Right now. Let me see how much better you are.”
Lust detonates in my bloodstream because, God help me, my body wants to give him this. This intimate and vulnerablemoment of making myself come while he does the same from across the room.
“Paige,” he rasps, voice cracking like thunder. “Fuck those pretty fingers. Let me hear you moan to the same sounds I’ve listened to nearly every single night since I touched you.”
Every. Fucking. Night.
“You think I won’t?” I scoff, trying to take back some of the control I lost as soon as I walked in here. But still, my fingers itch at the thought of sliding into my panties.
“I think you’re dying to.” His grin is wicked, shameless as he strokes upward, squeezing the tip hard enough to make himself groan. “Let me hear those breathy little gasps you made when you thought I couldn’t break you.”
