Chapter 12
The sun dancing on my skin wakes me, a warm body curled in my arms. Maddie’s leg is wrapped over me possessively, her head tucked into my pit.
My heart, be still.
Unable to look away, I will the moment to never end. She is equal parts sweet and seductive. I let my eyes roam her from the dip of her waist to the delicate curve of her neck. Her hair is splayed across my pillows, sunlight dancing over her auburn strands. The way the rays fall through the windows, it must be late in the morning. By the time we fell asleep last night, it was already dawn. Sated, we passed out in each other”s arms. Now I feel pride that I’m the one who made her feel this sleepy and safe.
And still, I can’t believe I have Maddie Emerson, the lush, gorgeous goddess, tucked against me with total trust.
Slowly, to not wake her, I extract myself from her embrace. I pull on boxer shorts and a T-shirt and head downstairs. The remains of last night”s dinner are still spread under the crystal chandelier. China, cut crystal glasses, and polished silverware are scattered among half-eaten plates.
At some point in the night, ravished from fucking, we sat on the sofa, feeding each other the food Elena made for us, the conversation flowing, helped by a bottle of Malbec.
She told me of her picture-perfect Jersey childhood, her loving but firm parents, older sister Grace, her voice of reason, and little Aria, the creative spark plug. She told me about her mom bringing the sisters to dance lessons. Aria, one, her, nine, and Grace, sixteen. I had to laugh hearing how they put on performances for their parents on Saturday nights.
It was so different from the way I grew up with an emotionally distant father, a mother I don’t even remember, boarding school, and high expectations throughout.
In return, I told her about Navy SEAL training, the parts everyone is curious about but leaving out the gruesome bits of my recent captivity.
“It”s designed to push you to breaking point and past it. Eight out of ten don”t make it through Hell Week. But the guys who do forge bonds closer than blood,” I’d told her.
I make quick work of tidying up the dirty dishes and throwing out the leftovers, not wanting Elena to find this mess on Monday morning.
After I start the dishwasher, I open the fridge, wondering what I could make for breakfast. Maddie doesn’t strike me as an eggs and waffles type of girl. I find a bunch of spinach, some apples, bananas, and pears, and throw it all in a blender with some lemon. She does seem like a girl who would enjoy a green smoothie.
When I lie back down next to her, she is none the wiser. I get to watch her breathe for another good half an hour before she finally starts stirring.
She rubs her eyes and looks around the room, then at me.
“Jack?”
“I’m right here, Little Bird.”
“Do you always stare like that?”
“Just at you.”
“I thought I had a dream,” she drawls, smirking and snuggling into me even more. “But it’s real.”
I dip my head to the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent.“Are you sore?”
“A little.” She smiles and looks at me with lazy, half-lidded eyes. “But it was totally worth it.”
I untangle myself from her embrace and head to the bathroom, rummaging through my medicine cabinet.
“Here, take some Tylenol, it will help.”
After swallowing the pills, she rolls over to lie on top of me, her warm core pressing my groin. My body reacts immediately, hardening. I kiss her, savoring her lips in small, hot sips. She breaks away and sits up, her palms pressed on my chest, her hips grinding.
“Are you ready to go again?” I probe, but I’m already holding her ass. “Maybe give that sweet pussy a little rest.” I grin.”Here, I made you some breakfast.” I point to the side table.
“Green smoothie?” She laughs, reaching for it and taking a sip. “I love it,” she says, putting it back. “It’s delicious. I should thank you properly for making it.”
She continues to move over me. Her tits sway, round and golden, bathed in the sunlight, her skin glistening like silk.I sit up, taking one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, tongue swirling and teasing her.
“I’ll go easy on you.” She smirks at me, taking my rigid cock out of my boxers and leaning down.
I’m about to lose it.
Her tongue glides over my shaft teasingly, before taking it in her mouth, sliding it in and out. Watching her fuck me with her mouth is dizzying. She twirls her tongue around my tip, then takes me to the hilt, watching my reaction. I hold her head, gently guiding her.
Fuck, I’m close to exploding.
“Slow down, Little Bird. I’d rather come in your hot little cunt,” I snarl, and pull her up.
Her ass drags on my shaft, swishing her hips playfully. I grab a condom from the nightstand and rip the plastic open, but she takes it from my hand.
“Let me try.”
She fumbles with it, not knowing how to slide it on. After watching for a moment, I take her hands and show her. Her fingers glide over my shaft until the condom is on.She lifts her hips and positions my cock at her entrance, then slowly sits back on me, taking me in.
I sit up, curl my fingers around the back of her neck, lift my face to hers, and cover her lips with mine.
I let her take control as she slowly begins rocking on me and swirling her hips. Her wetness grips me, scorching and slick. Our tongues entwine, grinding against each other. I hold on to her like a man drowning. I can’t help my hips pumping, impaling her, perfect and molded to me. Her body is curving and glowing in the morning light.
“I didn’t know,” she moans, panting. “I didn”t know sex would feel this good. That you could be this deep inside.”
I grab her by the neck with one hand, by the hip with the other, and thrust. Once, twice, and I’m spilling into her, muttering her name. “Maddie, Maddie, fuck, Maddie.” I’m dizzy from the orgasm as I feel her tightening on my cock, milking every last bit of fluid from me.
Then she falls over me, both of us catching our breaths, reeling.