34. Maddox
THIRTY-FOUR
MADDOX
My limbs shake as I do my best not to collapse my full weight onto Hannah.
“Just need a moment.” I say the words into her hair.
She slides her smooth hands up and down my sides. “Take your time.”
I force my lungs to fill. “I’ll get up as soon as my soul reenters my body.”
Hannah laughs, and it makes her pussy squeeze my still-hard cock.
I groan.
“Sorry!” she laughs again, and the sound is… perfect.
I don’t know how she does it. But with her, I get to experience everything.
The heat of desire.
The calmness of just being near each other.
The lightness of laughter, even in a moment like this.
“You’re fucking perfection.” I sigh.
I should feel regret, blurting that out, but I don’t.
And when Hannah lets out a contented hum, I know it was the right thing to say.
“You’re pretty great yourself, Maddox Lovelace.”
In the dark, with my expression hidden in her neck, I smile.