Page 111 of Heartache & Playdates
I exhaled as Maddox wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close for an intimate embrace. As much as I wanted to tell Maddox that I didn’t just want to be his friend, I knew it was for the best to just keep my mouth shut. Soulmate as a best friend. That was more than a lot of people had. I needed to count my blessings and stop being greedy.
The problem was, with Maddox rubbing his hand up and down my back as he held me tightly and I was cocooned in his muscular arms inhaling the musky fresh scent that was uniquely him, greedy was exactly what I was feeling.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I just wanted to absorb all of Maddox. There was nothing like being held by him. Well, except him being inside of me. That was the only thing that was better.
But this was a close second and I’d take it. I’d take any chance I got.
He shifted his legs, and I felt the evidence of his arousal press against my belly. I guess I wasn’t the only one who was feeling greedy.
I lifted my chin, and my eyes met his.
“Ignore it. It happens when I’m with you.”
“I don’t want to ignore it,” I confessed. “I want to give it lots and lots of attention.”
“You do?”
“Yes, but I don’t think…” I glanced around the supply closet. “They probably have cameras.”
“There’s no cameras in the closet.”
“How do you know?”
“I installed the security system.”
Right. How had I forgotten that?
I knew that having sex in the supply closet wasn’t the most responsible thing to do. But Maddox brought out the throw-caution-to-the-wind girl inside of me. The one who I suppressed because I was scared of anyone seeing me, the real me.
But Maddox saw me. He always had. From the moment he sat down next to me at the lunch table, he’d seen me.
“Okay.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, sensing my hesitation.
If we were just going to be friends from now on, I wanted, no needed to have one more night with him. Something that could warm me up on cold, lonely nights. Which, let’s face it, if I wasn’t going to be with Maddox, there would be a lot of in my future.
“Yes,” I responded breathlessly.
He turned around and closed the door. When he did the only light was from the small, low watt bulb that hung overhead. The closet had always seemed spacious. It was a few hundred square feet which was larger than my first apartment in the Bronx. There were shelves that lined the walls and an island in the center with drawers and cabinets for storage.
But now that Maddox occupied it, it seemed very, very compact. His six foot two, athletic frame ate up all the empty space in the room. He overwhelmed it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he checked once more as his hands gently cupped my face.
“I might be confused about a lot of things, but not wanting this. I want this. I want you. I’m very clear on that.”
He let out a deep moan as he bent down and captured my mouth in his. He began to undo the buttons on my shirt, and I returned the favor working on his. My trembling hands were not as quick as his nimble fingers, and he was pushing the fabric off my shoulders before I even made it to the third button on his dress shirt.
Our kiss was broken as he finished unbuttoning his own shirt and took it off. His hands fell on my hips, and he lifted me up roughly and sat me on the island’s butcher block top. His whiskey stare pinned me in place as he brushed my hair off my shoulder and pressed his lips to my neck.
“This is all I think about. Your skin, your smell, your touch. I’m obsessed,” he whispered as he pressed soft kisses to the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.
“Same,” I managed to breathe out as my hands roamed over the muscular planes of his shoulder blades. My singular response was nowhere near as poetic as his statement, but I was actually proud of myself for being able to speak at all.
His hands brushed against my ribs, the roughened edges of his fingertips grazing my skin as he continued peppering me with open mouth kisses to my neck then collarbone.
As he traced the scalloped edges of my black lace bra, I gave myself an internal high five for wearing my sexiest bra and panty set. I’d only done it because I hadn’t done laundry so nothing else was clean. It had been between this and a bathing suit, and I was happy I’d chosen this.
