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)
Oh. Okay.
This man had her number.
He knew what made her hot.
It was possible this man knew every single thing about her. And instead of that truth making her panic, it made her feel like the best judge of character on the planet. She’d found a man who celebrated her flaws and needs and strengths in equal measure.
“Was it see-through?” she teased, breathless. “I didn’t notice.”
“You noticed.” Madden’s lower body started to move faster. “Everyone noticed, believe me.” He laughed a little darkly when her sex squeezed involuntarily. “It’s okay, love. You can’t help having tits so hot they deserve an audience.”
Eve felt the cells in her blood expand and rush, thrilling to the words targeting her libido so accurately, she almost bit him. Or she would have if he wasn’t turning her over face down on the couch, her knees on the cold floor, her butt curved over the edge of the leather furniture, wearing nothing but her heels and open-mouthed shock.
Or excitement.
Both.
But her shocked excitement turned to awe when Madden thrust inside her from behind, his sweaty chest pinning her down, his mouth shoving up against her ear. “I’ll learn to live with showing you off once in a while. We both know this cunt belongs to your husband.”
Truer words were never spoken. She would never let anyone but Madden see her in the state he kept her in for the next five minutes, whining into a couch cushion, her nails leaving indents on the leather, unintelligible praise coming out of her mouth while he took her aggressively from the back, urged on by her begging, that thick part of him slapping deep into her body and expanding her with pressure, her middle and ring fingers playing with her clit, his groans loud and continuous in her ear, that part of him growing stiffer, larger, Eve lifting her butt higher in response and making him curse gutturally, biting her neck. Sucking on it. Their bodies slick with perspiration, humping and straining while the band boomed in the other room.
“No more maybes between us,” he said in her ear. “That’s done. No matter what happens, we’re rock solid.”
“Rock solid,” she agreed, her climax beginning to swim around in her belly. Oh god, just a little more. A little more. And her throat was tight from all the emotion packed into his voice, every roll of his body that made them one. “I promise.”
“Call me your husband.”
“You’re my husband.” She crested, the muscles of her sex bearing down so intensely she could only gasp for breath, wait out the sweet agony. “For real.”
Heat rocketed out of Madden where he’d pushed to the deepest recesses of her body, his thick frame tensing to the point of shaking atop her back, his breath blasting into her neck in the form of an exhale, followed by several rasping inhales, his abs clenching and releasing against the lower back. “Oh fuck. Fuck. This is my wife. Fuck.”
His big body sagged on top of Eve’s, moisture gathered between their legs, messy and glorious and neither one of them cared to clean up yet as Madden turned Eve back over and cuddled her into his lap, laying kisses on her temple, hairline, and cheeks. When she smiled up at him, unafraid, he looked almost shaken with relief. The beginning stages of trusting that he didn’t have to chase her anymore.
She’d been irrevocably caught.
“What do we do now, Mad?” she asked in between shallow breaths.
“We go home and see what tomorrow brings. Face it together.” He stroked her hair back out of her face. “You’re with me?”
She looked him in the eye and made sure he knew she meant what she said. “One hundred percent.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Madden stood in the center of his aunt’s living room. Stepped forward and dragged his index finger through the fine layer of dust on top of the fireplace mantel. Around him, the silence was thick in a way that only five o’clock in the morning could bring. He wasn’t sure what had compelled him to leave Eve’s bed and go for a run until he ended up here, at the house that was once the only safe place he’d ever laid his head, only that he’d woken up with a sense of urgency and it only grew stronger when he looked at the glorious woman asleep beside him.
Last night, she’d finally let her walls come crashing down, surprising herself by revealing an even stronger version of herself inside them. A side that was going to trust Madden’s intentions from there on out. Trust his ability to decide what he wanted and what would make his own life complete. Her. It was never going to be anything but her and, god, watching Eve accept that would carry him for the rest of his days.
Nothing I do is going to get rid of you. For better or worse. You really mean it, don’t you? You want the good, the bad, and the ugly.