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“This doesn’t feel like a loophole.” I laugh, the sound more like a pant as I feel himeverywhere.
“Fuck the loopholes,” he growls, driving me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
I fall, pulling him down with me, our bodies tangled and frantic. His weight pins me to the mattress, and it’s still not enough. Nothing is. I arch into him, chasing more, as his mouth trails down my neck, teeth nipping, tongue soothing, and I shudder so hard it feels like my bones shift.
I don’t want gentle. I want weeks of longing detonating into one wild, messy moment as we fully surrender to our baser urges.
And that’s exactly what he gives me.
His hands are everywhere, gliding down my arms, across my ribs, over my thighs, before gripping one leg and hooking it around his waist. Like he needs to anchor me in place, his fingers dig into my calf. I whimper as his other hand slips under my tank, skimming bare skin, and I swear I see stars from that alone before he’s back to kissing me, each sweep of his tongue like he wants to devour me.
Now I get why he only ever gave me that one small kiss before. Because this isn’t like that.
One taste, and he’s feral.
One taste, and I’m ruined.
He tears his mouth from mine, eyes wild, lips swollen, the hard line of his erection pressing between my legs. I rock up against him, unable to help myself, the feeling of himthereso fucking good. He growls—actually growls—and yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him.
My hands are on him instantly, dragging down the ridges of his chest, over hard muscle. With a groan, he drops his head tomy throat, kissing, licking, biting, until I’m writhing on the bed, gasping for air.
He continues down, the thin straps falling from my shoulders as he moves across my cami, leaving open-mouthed kisses that soak the fabric. Another whimper leaves me when he reaches my nipples, sucking one hard through the silk. The combination of the damp material and the suction is different to what I’ve ever felt before, and it makes me ache everywhere, arousal pooling between my legs.
“Maddox, please,” I beg.
Tugging down the material, he exposes one breast, the cold air nipping at the sensitive skin as teeth graze the nipple he sucked, his tongue quickly soothing the sting. I moan, the sound filthy and low, his hands kneading the silk covering my stomach, the smoothness rubbing against my skin only heightening his touch.
“Paige,” he rasps, pushing me flat on the bed, hands roaming up my sides as he follows me down to the pillow, moving to claim my mouth with his again, hard and fast like a tease before wrenching himself away. “I need to…”
His gaze sweeps hungrily across my body, pupils blown wide with arousal, pausing when he reaches the apex of my thighs.
He swallows, throat moving so damn sexily, licking his lips. “Fuck, I need to taste you.”
His shoulders force my legs wide, and he drags my shorts off, grip possessive, pulling them down with a desperate tug until I’m bare beneath him.
“You don’t know what you do to me.” He positions himself between my legs, stomach flat against the bed, eyes locked on mine as his fingertips spread fire across my overheated flesh.
I should be embarrassed, exposed like this, trembling under his touch, but I’m not. How can I be when he looks at me like he’s been starved for so long and I’m the only thing that will satisfy him?
“I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over the inside of my thighs before blunt teeth nip at my skin. I gasp, squirming under his hold. “More times than I’m proud of.”
His mouth inches closer, and my eyes flutter in anticipation.
“And I can’t wait anymore.”
I cry out, back bowing off the bed as his tongue slides over me. Slow, certain and devastatingly good.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Maddox
Onmyfingers,shetasted sweet.
Directly on my tongue? She’s fucking addictive.
Wet and warm and wicked, my cock throbs with every slow, desperate swipe.
I smile against her, craving to hear that gasp as it spills from her lips, her back arching off the bed. Her hand flies to my hair, tangling in the strands and holding me to her like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
