40. Chapter 40
Chapter forty
Maddox
My arm bands around Ivy’s waist before I crush her to my chest. The water cascades over her white t-shirt, melting into her perfect frame. Her gasp is audible inside the shower stall, and I quickly swallow it with my lips. I wasted precious time the first time I had her. She gave me something special, something delicate, and I did a shit job of handling it. I was rough, and impatient. A man driven by his emotions. Tonight, I was changing the game. I spent a long time on the sidelines. I watched my girl get heartbroken. I watched her bounce back. I watched her thrive in every area of life, while silently rooting for her from my corner. But I can no longer sit on the sidelines. I can no longer pretend that what this is, isn’t real. It’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. And right now, I plan to show her.
“Lift,” I mutter the words against her lips, and she obeys without hesitation.
Her arms raise, and I use all of my ability to pull myself away long enough to peel her shirt from her body. The material slaps against tile floor where I deposit it, then my fingers slip into the waistband of her sweatpants. Falling down to my knees, I slowly trail the wet garment down her thighs, and to the floor. Her hands rest on my shoulders, using me as leverage as she gracefully steps out, standing beautiful and completely naked for me.
Leaning in, my tongue traces the path of a water droplet, leading down to the curve of her hip.
A soft moan sounds above me, followed by the feeling of her hands sliding into my hair.
“Maddox,” she breathes out.
I press a kiss to her hip bone, before dragging my tongue across her stomach, then land another soft kiss on her other hip.
“I apologize, Ivy," I rasp out, looking up at her.
Her brows furrow, and her head slightly tilts in confusion. She's so fucking beautiful. Makeup free. Hair wet. Skin glistening.
“For what?” She asks.
“For our first time.” I let my hands slide down to her thighs, kneading the smooth flesh beneath my fingertips. “You deserved better than some frantic fuck in a dusty old barn.”
She smiles with a shake of her head. “I don’t regret it, Maddox.”
“I don’t either.” I hold her gaze. “But I do regret not treating you with the respect and attention you deserve.”
Her hand runs through my hair, twirling one of the locks that I haven’t cut in months.
“All that stops now," I declare. “From now on, when I have you, you’ll be a withering mess before I’m through with you.” One of my hands trial to the inside of her thigh, sliding up until I’ve reached the place I've dreamed about for years.
My fingers tease, my lips moving closer as she willingly parts those pretty thighs for me. She leans back, bracing herself against the shower wall.
Watching her expression, I lean in, blowing hot air against her swollen clit. Her eyes roll back, her hand clenching against my hair, giving me the confirmation that my girl likes the attention.
“Do you want to come, Goldie?” I ask, blowing just lightly enough that she raises her hips, begging for my mouth.
“Yes.” She gasps. “Please.”
Grinning, I reach up, removing the sprayer from the holder on the wall before I’m back in position. Lifting her leg, I place it over my shoulder. “I remember the way you looked.” Two fingers slide over her slit, before I’m dipping them into her tight center. “The way your face flushed when you let go for me.”
Her breathing hitches, her eyes widening when I pump my fingers. “I memorized it," I admit. “Because that was all I was going to get. I told myself I could never lose control again.” I slide my hand out, and because I can’t sit here any longer without a single taste, I let my tongue replace my fingers.
“Oh shi…” her thighs tense, and I grin against her wet skin.
She tastes like a dream, and regardless of how bad I want her to unravel on my tongue, I would rather see her face. Look into those daring green eyes as she falls apart for me.
I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, before I drop her foot back to the tile. She reaches for my shoulders, her nails scrapping against me in a silent plea for me to touch her.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” I twist the sprayer, angling it just the way I want it. “I want to watch you come.”
Her pupils flare, and a sexy little vixen emerges right in front of me. A smirk tilts at her lips, her hands wandering down to her rosy nipples. She plucks them, as she inches her feet apart, creating the opening I need to make her forget she ever knew another man’s name.
Lining up the head of the sprayer, I watch her lip’s part when she feels the pressure against her clit. My free hand travels south again, wanting to feel the ways she squeezes me when she goes over the edge.
Her hands reach for my shoulders again, gripping and pinching as I work her with slow pumps and slight adjustments to the sprayer.
“Mad….” Her jaw drops slightly, her hips bucking to reach that moment of relief.
“That’s it, Ivy baby,” I coax, my lips landing on her neck as her head falls back against the shower wall. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you come.”
A strangled noise vibrates within my chest as I lean back, watching the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen on display right in front of me. Her body shakes while she cries my name, over and over.
Maddox. Maddox. Maddox.
My fucking name.
When her body is limp, and my cock achingly hard, I gently remove my hand and place the shower head back where it belongs. Her eyes are closed, and my heart thuds deep inside of my chest as I watch her lazily peel them open to look at me.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out. “That was….”
I wrap her in my arms, never wanting to let this woman go. Her small palm winds between us, aiming to stroke my cock, but I grip her wrist, halting her pursuit. “Not tonight, Goldie.”
She blinks. “But I…”
I press a kiss to her lips. “Tonight is about you," I murmur against her. “We got one on the books. Let’s see how many more you can give me.”