Page 33 of Heartache & Playdates
“Um, surgery.” She sniffed and wiped her hand across her nose. “My appendix.”
I’d never had my appendix out, but I thought it was on the lower right-hand side. This scar was in the center.
She must have seen my concern, because she quickly explained, “It happened when I was in Germany.”
I hated thinking about her in another country, being in pain, hurt, having a surgery, even if it was a routine one.
Pushing that thought aside, I continued moving south, kissing the triangular patch of hair that sat on her pelvic bone before scooting my upper body lower so that I could give all my attention to her pussy. My shoulders pressed her thighs farther apart and her legs fell to the side.
Her sex was a mere inch from my mouth, but I didn’t immediately taste her. Instead, I just breathed, allowing the hot air to fan her glistening folds. As I did, her body squirmed and her hips tilted up, seeking contact.
I shifted my hand so that my fingers could run up and down her feminine creases. Each pass the tips of my fingers grew damper from her arousal. The seam of her opening pulsed against my touch as her breathing grew jagged and mewling sounds escaped her throat.
She was close. Hell, I was close and scared I would come just from being this fucking turned on and the friction of the mattress.
Doing everything I could to concentrate on her pleasure and not on the release building inside of me, I spread her folds apart and licked from the base of her sex up to her clit. Once, twice, three times before I pushed my finger inside of her and covered her pleasure button with my mouth. I suckled it and flicked it with my tongue in the way that used to bring her to immediate climax and it worked.
Her entire body shook as her inner walls clamped down around my digit. I continued to lick and suck her clit as my finger intimately massaged her tight canal while she rode out her orgasm against my face and hand.
When her body began to relax, I licked her sex once more, loving the way her juices tasted on my tongue before moving up her body. Hovering above her I saw that there were tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I kissed her temple, her forehead, her cheeks.
She shook her head as another tear slid down her face and a small smile lifted on her mouth. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
I knew that she was overwhelmed, I was too. Overwhelmed in the best fucking possible way.
12
PEYTON
I triedto get my emotions under control, but Maddox’s tenderness wasn’t helping my goal. For so many years I’d convinced myself that I’d built my memory of our time together into something it wasn’t. I’d told myself that I’d romanticized our connection and made it into some mythical, imaginary thing.
But now that he was touching me again, kissing me again, making me come at his whim again, I knew that if anything, I’d sterilized my memories. I’d diluted them somehow. Maybe to protect myself because there was no way anything could ever live up to this.
The bar was way too fucking high.
I felt myself getting choked up, but I tried my best to blink away the tears.
Maddox stilled above me. The concern in his stare pinned me to the pillow. “We can stop.”
“No. I don’t want to stop.” I shook my head, that was the last thing I wanted. I sucked in a shaky breath as I tried to explain, “Being with you…it’s just so…it’s so different with you.”
Maddox inhaled through his nose. He didn’t have to tell me what he was thinking. I knew he didn’t love me comparing him to other men. What he didn’t know is that there’d only been a handful. Three to be exact. And none of them ever came close to making me feel what he had and what he still did.
“You make me feel…” I searched for the right word. Ecstasy. Oblivion. Nirvana. None of them encapsulated the gravity, the weight of reality. Unable to come up with something that did, I said, “Everything.”
His expression softened. I lifted my hand and cupped his handsome jaw. His stubble tickled my palm as he tilted his head into my touch and closed his eyes.
“I thought I’d built it up into something bigger than it was, being with you. But I was wrong. It’s even better, evenmorethan I remembered. I just missed you so much. No one else ever compared.”
His eyes opened and when they did, I saw that the look in them had changed. His energy had shifted. Instead of a loving, caring, and tender, it was intense, dominating, and predatory.
My body instantly responded to the change in his demeanor, tingling with anticipation for what was to come. My thighs parted farther in silent invitation as my hands ran up and down his back.
“I just want to feel you inside me, please,” I begged.
He rested on one elbow holding his weight as his hand moved between my legs. I felt the brush of his knuckles on my inner thighs as his fingers teased my folds.
