Page 69 of Thorn Kiss
But Madi?
I knew she could. I knew she would.
Just like I knew Dallas would too if I ever gave him the chance.
Bad idea. This is a bad idea.Fear tore through me. What if I caught feelings for her? What if all of this went sideways? What if I somehow ruined everything?
I didn’t want this moment to end, though.
Madi’s palms smoothed over my thighs, then gripped them harder, holding me between her and the wall. “I can’t believe it. You’re beautiful and smart and you have cool tattoos and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since our kiss.”
“I think that kiss got me through this week actually. And now this one . . .” My gaze dropped to her lips. They were puffy and taunting me for another one. I wanted to bite her. I wanted to get on my knees for her. Fuck, I wanted to do a lot of things to and for her. “Are we going too fast?”
A smile curved her beautiful lips. “Maybe. But, I don’t care. I want this.”
Her honesty calmed down the raging beat in my chest. “I want this too.”
“And I quite like the idea of being your first time, even though it’s been too long for me. Eight years with a man who didn’t know how to make me come was enough for me to build up a reservoir of yearning forgoodsex.” Madi leaned in, whispering against my ear. “I want to taste you on my tongue when I go home tonight.”
Her words were a match. Sparks flew as I found her mouth against mine again, our tongues tangling together, devouring, starving, begging. I was so hungry for pleasure.
“I have a bed,” I rasped.
“Thank god. I was worried I’d have to fuck you on the floor.”
I choked out a laugh. “I want to be in it with you. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
She smirked. “I know you will.”
My pussy pulsed at her response, my breath catching.
Madi didn’t put me down. Instead, she kept my legs wrapped around her waist as she fished my keys out of my back pocket and unlocked the front door. She carried me inside, pausing every couple steps to kiss me again.
“Down the hall,” I directed. “To the right. Door at the end.”
We made it to my bedroom and she took me straight to my bed. I plopped down on the edge, already kicking off my boots. Madi stood up and started to undress slowly, taking her time even as I rushed to strip.
The moment I was naked, Madi made a sound of approval. “You’re absolutely beautiful, June. I’m obsessed with your tattoos. I want to lick every thorn on your thigh.”
“You can,” I squeaked, staring at her with wide eyes.
For once, the moonlight that usually annoyed me when it came into my room at night was a blessing. It lit her up like a star as she let her clothes fall away, her breasts spilling free. My mouth dropped as I realized each nipple was pierced. My belly button was pierced, but I’d always been too scared to do my nipples.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “They’repierced.”
Madi nodded as she cupped them, her nipples hardening beneath my gaze. “For a few years now. I love them.”
“I love them too.”
God, she was perfect. She had an hourglass figure that made me want to melt into the floor. I watched, enchanted, as she reached up and tugged her hair tie, letting her hair fall down her shoulders in a curtain of dark waves. I kept staring at the piercings, trying to find more words.
I didn’t know how to tell her how beautiful I thought she was.
Or how much I wanted her to ride my face.
Or how much I desperately wanted to play with those nipple piercings.
Madi stepped closer, the air heating between us. She reached out, slowly working her fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head. A whimper worked my throat as I looked up at her, unable to pull my gaze from her breasts.
