Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Eve took a wineglass out of her cabinet, arching an eyebrow over her shoulder at Madden to wordlessly ask if he wanted some, but he shook his head no. She could feel his gaze climbing the backs of her thighs as she poured and then his hands were there, too, his mouth settling on her shoulder while he gripped her thighs, rubbing up and down roughly, robbing her of breath in an instant. The longer his touch traveled up and down her thighs, the more heat wandered south, making her wet, and when the path of his hands started to cheat a little higher, disturbing the hem of her white skirt, she had to set down her wine and hold the counter for balance.
“Madden.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I can. With the kids here? Not yet. I don’t want them to hear something or feel weird about someone spending the night without me having a chance to explain.”
“I get it,” he said, moving her braid out of the way to kiss her neck, rake his open mouth over her ear. “Turn around and let me fuck your mouth awhile, at least, love.”
“Okay,” she breathed, knee deep in the kiss, before she’d fully turned around, Madden’s body backing her into the cabinet, rattling them, his hands molding her hips like he was going to be tested on their exact shape. His palms rode up her belly and started to go higher, but he hesitated. “Don’t worry, they’re not moving until the hour is up,” Eve said. “A nuclear bomb wouldn’t budge them.”
With a gruff rumble of hunger, his hands closed over her breasts and squeezed just the right amount, not hard, but not soft, while his tongue worked her mouth. Fucked it, just like he said he would, neither one of them wanting to come up for air, waiting until the very last second, breaking to replenish their lungs loudly, then colliding once more. Wreaking havoc on each other, Madden’s growing stiffness a very real presence against Eve’s belly. Remembering the length and weight of him in her mouth that morning, she pulsed in response, her body needing desperately to feel that strength from the inside.
“I want it so bad,” she gasped, when they broke for air. “Oh my god. I want you. Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’ve kept my hands off you for years. This is what a breaking point looks like.”
Her head fell back and he zoned in on her neck and throat, abrading her with his teeth, drugging suction that she could feel in her nipples and belly. Between her legs. “Maybe if we’re really quiet . . .”
He attacked her mouth with a low moan, this giant, professional athlete who never got flustered suddenly a vibrating mass of muscle, his hands shaking where they scraped roughly against the valleys of her sides and up to her breasts, his mouth slanting and taking everything she had. “Eve,” he said, pausing his assault, his warm breath pelting her mouth.
“Uh-huh,” she managed, distracted by the thick swell of his pecs, which seemed to expand under her touch.
“I’m struggling,” he said against her mouth.
“How?”
“I want our first time to be done right, the way you deserve.” Madden pressed closer, letting her feel his erection. “I also want to ask you to walk me to my truck, so I can give it to you hard and fast in the parking lot, god help me.”
Madden watched Eve’s face as he said those words—and she held nothing back, so he had to be aware his idea turned her on.
She hid nothing. Not her yearning. Nor her trust in him.
“Yeah, I know you like that, love,” he said thickly, reaching beneath her skirt to grip her pussy, muffling her gasp with his own lips. “This is gold to me, but I can treat it dirty too.”
“Parking lot,” she breathed, nodding. “Good.”
They broke apart with an effort, Madden pacing to the other side of the kitchen with his hands on his head, while Eve straightened her clothes, running trembling fingers through her hair and attempting to regulate her voice. As soon as she was somewhat calm, she left the kitchen and went back down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of the twins’ bedroom. “I’m just going to walk Madden to his truck. I’ll be right back. Okay?”
Victims to the blue light, neither one of them responded, the high-pitched voice of their YouTube heroes echoing around the room.
Eve turned and crept back down the hallway. Was this bad? Was she being irresponsible? She probably wouldn’t have the objectivity to be sure until tomorrow, because her body was in a state of high alert. Up ahead, Madden stood leaning against the front door with his arms crossed. Even from this distance, she could see the sweat beading his upper lip, the not-so-steady rise and fall of his chest. He claimed he’d been waiting years to get his hands on her and now that she’d let her need for him run free, without trying to lock it down or hide it, she could admit it was the same for her.