Chapter 4
Ciara did the bestshe could to clear her mind as they walked to Maddox’s room. He’d shocked her with his confession. Not because he’d been honest but because some of his thoughts had mirrored hers. But she knew it was a disaster in the making. She just hoped this didn’t ruin the rest of their week together.
They reached his room. She waited patiently while he slipped his keycard into the slot before pushing it open when the locking mechanism released. He waited for her to enter before stepping in behind her.
She placed her beach tote next to the sofa before taking a seat. It contained a change of underwear, a swimsuit, and a sundress. If things went the way she planned for them to, she’d be spending the night. She preferred to do her walk of shame freshly showered and in a new outfit.
“Give me a second,” he said as he continued further into the room. “I ordered a surprise for you, but it is set to arrive later because I thought we’d be at dinner longer. Let me see if they can deliver it earlier or if we have to wait.”
She arched a dark brow in his direction. “A surprise?”
He turned to look back at her and winked. “Yes. Don’t worry. It’s not extravagant. You will like it. I promise.”
After what he’d just revealed, she was a little leery. Instead, she bit back her retort and walked over to the door that led to his patio. She only half-listened as he spoke into the receiver.
Once he disconnected the call, he walked up behind her and pulled her into his embrace. She leaned back, taking in their reflection in the glass.
“They will do their best to get the surprise delivered earlier, but they make no promises since things are already on the delivery schedule,” he said before pressing a kiss to her head.
“What should we do until then?” she asked.
He turned her until she faced him, the heat in her gaze telling her that he hadn’t seen her innocent question as such.
“I can think of a few things,” he whispered.
“As tempting as that sounds, it would suck if we get interrupted.”
He began walking backward, drawing her along with him. “What I have in mind is only an appetizer.”
They reached the sofa she’d left her bag next to, and he urged her to sit. She did as he wanted her to but glanced up, confused, until he knelt down in front of her. His stark gray gaze never left hers. She could stare into them forever, just like this.
Then the man was on his knees in front of her, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Just a little something to hold us over until we can get to the main course.”
Slowly, he put his hands on her bare knees, and she could feel the weight and heat in his palms. Then, ever so slowly, he spread her knees apart. The electric current between them seemed ever-present, always ready to ignite from the tiniest spark. She sucked in a breath, amazed at how quickly they’d gone from conversation to this...yet, on the other hand, part of her had expected this. Had hoped for it.
He focused on her as his hands moved up her skirt. He found the edges of her underwear and slipped it down. She lifted her butt to help him get them off, feeling a delicious rush of the cool wood of the seat against her bare bottom. She felt frozen now, staring at this gorgeous man sitting in the chair he made. He dipped his head and kissed her inner knee, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved slowly upward to her center, waxed nearly bare.
“Even though I know I shocked you with my honesty earlier, I want you to know how special you are to me. Perhaps by the end of this week, you’ll see just how serious I am.”
He moved upward, and she felt her body anticipate his touch, his warm, insistent lips on her sensitive skin, and the protest evaporated from her mind.
Maddox parted her inner folds with his fingers and then, gently, ever so gently, teased her with his tongue, a gentle, determined lick. He might be using sex to distract her. Might for sure be doing that.
“You taste...so good,” he murmured into her thigh as his tongue sent electric bolts of desire up her spine. He lapped at her with enthusiasm she’d never had before, and she felt her body arch to meet each swipe of his fantastic tongue. Her eyes flickered closed against the rush of sensation. God, she was going to come. She was going to come...soon, if he kept that up.
She opened her eyes once more and found Maddox staring at her from between her legs, his eyes telling her how much he enjoyed driving her wild, how much he loved his tongue exploring her, worshipping her. Ciara couldn’t look away from his face. She sucked in a breath as she watched his tongue lap at her again and again, tasting her, so intimate, so...amazing. He reached up with one hand and cupped her breast through her dress, making her moan even louder.
He was so good, so very good at this. He was driving her insane with need. His words had already driven her mad, and now this...it was so good.
He hummed into her innermost depths. A hum that sent all the nerve endings in her body tingling, near exploding with pure pleasure. He picked up his pace, and she felt her pulse pound between her legs as he nipped at her skin, driving her to greater heights. She wrapped her hands in his hair just to hang on to something. Her body seemed as if it might fly off the sofa, off the very cushion. Suddenly, every muscle in her body stiffened, and she hit the peak of passion. Just then, as he plunged his tongue into her, she came, a river of pleasure so forceful she cried out, loud, a shout of pure satisfaction, as wave after wave of a fantastic climax shuddered through her, shaking her shoulders, raking her entire body.
He lifted his head, a big, accomplished grin on his face.
“Do you feel special now?” he asked her, humor dancing in his eyes.
“Uh-huh,” she managed, completely spent, her legs feeling like jelly. Then he raised her up, lifting her, making her realize just how far she’d slid downward. She went without protest, watching, amazed, as he unzipped his pants. He was ready for her, more than willing as if making her come aroused him.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said, quickly covering himself with a condom before teasing her swollen folds with his oversize tip. How could she take him now when she was so completely spent? Yet part of her wanted to see how his massive width would feel inside her. If anyone could make her come again and again, it was Maddox. Yes, she thought.
In her.
Again.
And again.
She spread her legs for him wider on the table as he teased her with his tip, his smooth knob spreading the wetness of her arousal across its tip. Yes. More. She wanted more. And he did, too.
Then someone knocked on the door.
Maddox groaned as he closed his eyes. “I guess they were able to move the delivery up.”
Ciara let her head fall back on a huff of laughter. “Go get my surprise while I catch my breath.”
Maddox dropped a quick kiss on her lips before pushing away. She stifled a chuckle as he snatched the condom off, stuffed it in his pocket, then tried to force his erection back into his shorts and zip them up as he turned away. This had been exactly what she needed.
Now she had to figure out a way to keep Maddox from bringing up the topic that would only lead to trouble. Perhaps if she could keep him aroused and busy, she could keep him distracted.
She was definitely up for the challenge.