Page 54 of Every Single Wildflower
“Oh shi…” her thighs tense, and I grin against her wet skin.
She tastes like a dream, and regardless of how bad I want her to unravel on my tongue, I would rather see her face. Look into those daring green eyes as she falls apart for me.
I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, before I drop her foot back to the tile. She reaches for my shoulders, her nails scrapping against me in a silent plea for me to touch her.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” I twist the sprayer, angling it just the way I want it. “I want to watch you come.”
Her pupils flare, and a sexy little vixen emerges right in front of me. A smirk tilts at her lips, her hands wandering down to her rosy nipples. She plucks them, as she inches her feet apart, creating the opening I need to make her forget she ever knew another man’s name.
Lining up the head of the sprayer, I watch her lip’s part when she feels the pressure against her clit. My free hand travels south again, wanting to feel the ways she squeezes me when she goes over the edge.
Her hands reach for my shoulders again, gripping and pinching as I work her with slow pumps and slight adjustments to the sprayer.
“Mad….” Her jaw drops slightly, her hips bucking to reach that moment of relief.
“That’s it, Ivy baby,” I coax, my lips landing on her neck as her head falls back against the shower wall. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you come.”
A strangled noise vibrates within my chest as I lean back, watching the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen on display right in front of me. Her body shakes while she cries my name, over and over.
Maddox. Maddox. Maddox.
My fucking name.
When her body is limp, and my cock achingly hard, I gently remove my hand and place the shower head back where it belongs. Her eyes are closed, and my heart thuds deep inside of my chest as I watch her lazily peel them open to look at me.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out. “That was….”
I wrap her in my arms, never wanting to let this woman go. Her small palm winds between us, aiming to stroke my cock, but I grip her wrist, halting her pursuit. “Not tonight, Goldie.”
She blinks. “But I…”
I press a kiss to her lips. “Tonight is about you," I murmur against her. “We got one on the books. Let’s see how many more you can give me.”
Chapter forty-one
Ivy
Seven.
That’s how many more I gave him last night and as I lay here staring at the ceiling, my body is feeling it. A blush breaks out over my skin when I glance over to Maddox, who’s sleeping soundly on his stomach. His broad back is on full display, the sheet resting right at the curve of his ass. Which I know is covered in a pair of joggers because he refused to let me return any favors.
My heart warms at the thought. The fact he spent all nightmaking upfor the first time. But the unwelcome thoughts of how that night ended come hurling forward and a slight jolt offear imbeds itself inside of my stomach.What if he regrets it? Again?Sliding the covers off of my legs, I swing them around in attempt to go to the bathroom and get something to eat when a hand catches my wrist. I peer over my shoulder, to see Maddox’s sleepy eyes blink open.
“You sneaking out on me?” He asks, his voice husky from sleep.
“No.” My answer is quick. A little too quick because he lifts a brow. I sigh, maneuvering around to bring my legs back up onto the bed. “No, I’m not sneaking out. I was just going to give you some space.”
“Space.” He says the word with distain. “I think we’ve had plenty ofspace, Ivy.”
His fingers flex, and he drags me forward until I fall down next to him. His strong arm snakes around my waist before he’s nuzzling my neck.
“Fucking space," he mutters under his breath.
Chuckling, I smooth my hand down his bare back, when a sudden pounding on the door has his head whipping up.
“Expecting anyone?” I ask.
“Not that I know of.” He presses his palms into the mattress, lifting himself up.
