Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I carry her to the bed and lay her down, following her, never breaking the kiss. Her hands are under my shirt, nails dragging down my back, and I groan against her mouth. I start to push up her shirt, wanting to feel her skin against mine. Needing to be as close to her as possible.
“You know how fucking hot it was when I saw you in this shirt?” The shirt is simple, white with my number and name painted in Kingmakers gold. Handmade. Imperfect. Perfect.
“You better appreciate it. I spent three hours on it.” She smiles shyly now. “I’m not crafty.”
“I know. That’s why it means more.”
Her phone buzzes. I’m pretty sure it’s Georgia checking in on her.
“You should text her,” I say softly against her neck. “So she doesn’t send a search party.”
“You’re right. I don’t want her to worry, but I think she knew how this would go. You’ve grown on her, you know. Like a Cordyceps fungus.” She pulls out her phone, typing with one hand while I kiss her shoulder. “There. Told her I’m alive and I’ll be staying here tonight.” Her eyes flick up to meet mine, holding my stare.
“Are you staying the night?” We both know what that means. Spending all night in a bed together, we won’t be able to control ourselves. Madeline is filled with fiery passion, and I love to bring that out of her and feel the burn of it. She makes me feel more than anyone else ever has.
She looks at me, really looks at me, and her expression softens into something I don’t have a name for. “Yeah,” she says, licking her lips. “I am. Unless you don’t want me to. I can just go back to my roo…”
I cut her off with my mouth, kissing her again, harder this time. She makes a quiet sound in her throat that goes straight to my dick. I groan back, grinding against her, letting her feel what she does to me. She lets out a small gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulder. I love that she doesn’t hold back. She lets me hear it all.
“Luke—”
“I know,” I say against her neck, tasting salt and the sweetness that’s only her. “I feel it too.” My heart is once again racing with anticipation. I have never been this close to anyone before. Madeline fills in all the cold emptiness inside of me. I didn’t know how bad it had become until she was there, filling me with her warmth. And I had to work for it. That only made it that much sweeter when I got it. I don’t believe I’ve really had to work for anything in my life before her.
She nods, breathless, and I sit up just enough to pull her shirt over her head, her bra quickly following. I freeze for a second, staring down at her and taking her in. Her breasts are perfect, small and soft with pink nipples already hard, begging for attention. My mouth waters to taste them. I can’t wait another second.
“Fuck,” I breathe out and lower my mouth to one, sucking gently, then harder when she moans and arches into it. Knowing I’m the one that’s giving her this pleasure only spurs me on more. Her fingers sink into my hair, holding me there, and I switch to her other breast, teasing it with my tongue. She truly is the picture of perfection, and I can’t get enough of her. I’ll never get enough. Not now, not ever. Thank God I have forever to try to get my fill of her.
I need more. I sit up and strip my own shirt off, then reach for her shorts, my fingers hooking in the waistband and tugging them down her long legs that are driving me insane. I can’t stop the thoughts of having them wrapped around me as I sink my cock into her over and over again.
I suck in a breath when I see she’s bare underneath. No fucking underwear. She’s been prancing around everywhere with nothing underneath. Then I stuff down the jealous bastard part of me, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Buttercup—”
“I was hoping,” she whispers, cheeks flushing. “Before. When I thought... I wanted to be ready. For you.”
I groan and drop my head to her shoulder, kissing the skin there, trying to get control of myself. She’s too much. She’s everything. She’s mine from now until forever.
“Don’t do it again.”
“What?” A small laugh leaves her.
“You’re running around without fucking panties. You’re going to drive me to the edge, and I might have to kill a few assholes.” She only laughs, thinking I’m teasing, but I’m not. Madeline knew when she left to come to the game what was going to happen between us. Planned for it.
I slide my hand between her legs. She’s already wet, slick, and warm, and I groan again, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re soaked.” Her body is already ready for me, primed.