Chapter 25
The hotel wasn’t far from the restaurant, so it didn’t take long for us to arrive.
He put the car in park and exited the vehicle.
My car door opened, and he offered his hand.
I took it as I stepped out of the car. He shut the door and tossed his keys to the valet.
We made our way through the front doors and to the elevator.
Neither of us had spoken since we got into the vehicle.
It felt as though one word would make the tension snap like a rubber band.
Inside the elevator, the silence continued—the mounting desire crackling in the air.
The doors opened and I exited the elevator with him close behind.
We reached the door and Maddox waved the card in front of the access pad.
The light turned green, and he opened the door, stepping inside.
He reached back and grabbed my hand, pulling me inside the room. He pushed the door shut behind us.
I started backing toward the bed as he stalked toward me, peeling off his jacket. He threw it to the side, then reached up and, in one motion, he pulled his hair free. When he reached me, he grabbed my face with both of his hands and claimed my mouth. It was everything I wanted.
His fingers began to trace the lines of my body.
His hands felt like something my body needed—something beyond desire.
Starting at my neck, he was grazing my skin as he moved over my shoulders and down my arms. His lips left mine and slowly worked their way down my neck.
The sensation of his lips on my skin was igniting my soul.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned slowly. Maddox pulled one of the cords and released the bow that earlier had taken him a bit longer to tie.
I turned around to face him, and he gently pulled the straps of the dress, freeing it from my shoulders.
It fell to the floor, exposing me, and he stared.
I stood in front of him, wearing nothing but white panties and a pair of heels—my dress lying in a pile at my feet.
He was staring at me like a man that had a plan mapped out to completely consume me, body and soul—I was okay with it.
He got down to his knees and one at a time he unlaced my shoes and removed them, setting them to the side.
When he finished, he rose back to his feet.
I gazed up at him, and he again sealed his lips to mine.
I could feel the passion burning between us.
I massaged my tongue against his, tasting him.
Wanting to get closer I laced my arms around his neck, as he reached down and placed both of his palms on my ass, lifting me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, eager to feel his body against mine.
He knelt on the bed and leaned forward, laying me onto the duvet.
Moving his hands to his shirt, he began unbuttoning it, pulling it free from his waistband and tossing it across the room. My hands moved to his belt, unfastening it and opening his pants. He stood at the edge of the bed, letting them fall to the floor, joining my dress.
He wore boxer briefs, and they were a deliciously good fit. My gaze lingered, drawn to the outline of him. I instinctively licked my lips, wanting him closer. My eyes snapped to his, as a low, deep growl rumbled in his throat.
In the next breath he was on top of me; our bodies melded together. My hand slid into the back of his boxers, and I began to push on his waistband.
“I made you a few guarantees earlier, if I remember correctly,” he whispered.
“So, I am going to need you to stop trying to rush this.” He caught my wrists and pinned them gently over my head.
“We are going to be here for a while,” he promised—his voice low.
“Those don’t come off yet—I can tell you that. ”
A soft whimper slipped out before I could stop it. My hips lifted instinctively. He leaned closer, giving me just enough contact to make my breath hitch as he spoke against my ear.
“Don’t tell me, you’re begging already. Even you can’t deny that was a whimper.” His voice dropped further. “And you, my dear, will do it again before I am finished.”
He began moving slowly down my body, kissing his way along my skin with maddening patience, as though he had no other care in the world. When he dragged his tongue along my side then lightly blew across my damp skin, I shuddered.
I twisted beneath him, arching into every touch. My whole body ached for him; every nerve felt alive, every heartbeat pounding in places nowhere near my heart.
He was driving me insane.
But it’s not like I was totally helpless.
Rolling onto my stomach, I pressed back against him, seeking the contact he was refusing to give.
“Please Maddox,” I breathed. “I need you.”
I barely had time to react before he caught my legs and flipped me back on the mattress. I felt my underwear being ripped from my body.
A moment later he buried his face between my legs, and the shock stole the air from my lungs. My hands tangled in his hair as the sensation crashed through me, and within seconds my body arced off the bed as the first wave of pleasure overtook me.
His face appeared above mine just as my body began to recover. His smile searing itself into my memory.
I reached up, sliding my hand behind his neck and pulling his mouth down to mine. He kissed me deeply, and his hand slipped between my legs again—unyielding, relentless in his pursuit.
Moments later another wave crashed through me. I moaned into his mouth as he kept his rhythm, refusing to relent until my body trembled again. I buried my tongue in his mouth, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I rolled on top of him, straddling his body; my bare skin sliding against him. I kept kissing him, tasting him as my hips began to move against him in slow, insistent circles. Grinding harder—begging him with my body.
I let my lips drift from his, moving to his ear.
“Please baby,” I whispered. “Take them off.”
I let my head fall back as I continued to move against him. He caught one of my nipples between his teeth, tugging gently, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as a shiver ran through me.
His mouth moved between my breasts, slow and deliberate, and the heat building inside me tightened into something almost unbearable.
I could feel the tension pooling low in my body.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled his head back and looked down at him. I brushed my tongue across his lips, and his mouth parted immediately.
I met him with a kiss, slow and deliberate, before catching his lower lip between my teeth and tugging gently.
His hips lifted beneath me in response.
I smiled, releasing him.
“Take them off,” I demanded. “Now.”
Maddox lifted his hips, forcing me upward as he slid his boxers down and kicked them free.
I rose just enough to let them fall away before settling back over him.
I held his gaze as I placed my hands on his shoulders.
He reached down to steady himself as I lowered slowly onto him.
A gasp escaped me, and I paused, feeling the stretch as I took him inch by inch.
The sensation stole my breath. My body tightened around him as heat flooded through me.
A feral growl tore from his throat, sending a shiver down my spine.
He remained inside me as he rolled us over, reclaiming his place above me. Rising up on his knees, he grabbed my hips firmly and began moving into me, pulling me onto him again and again. Steady, it was a slow build, he was watching my every reaction.
The fire in his eyes was impossible to ignore. Desire that intense was scary—never a controlled burn.
I arched beneath him—he felt so good.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I begged.
The rhythm built between us, each movement sending another wave of ecstasy through my body. I lost myself in it, trembling as the tension crested repeatedly.
He lowered himself on top of me, sliding one arm under me while his other tightened on my hip. With his weight braced above me, he moved with renewed purpose. He kept pace until I literally felt myself trying to escape. Grabbing onto him, I tried desperately to anchor myself to him.
“Make me lose myself,” I whispered.
He brought his mouth to mine in response as he slowed, deepening. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his back as we found the same rhythm.
My nails tore over his back, as he answered with another low growl, quickening his pace. As I sank my teeth into his shoulder, the tension finally broke between us.
I laid limp in his arms trying to catch my breath. My body quaked in waves.
He kissed my lips softly.
“One last thing,” he said.
“What’s that?”
He smiled and took a deep breath. Putting his lips into an O, he lightly blew across my body.
My head fell back, and my eyes closed. One final orgasm racked my body.
I laid there shaking and clenching my legs together.
As it subsided, I couldn’t do anything except start laughing.
That is how you know it was life-changing sex.
Your body is absolutely spent, you can barely lift your head, and you just lay there and laugh.
After a while I reluctantly pulled myself from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. When I was finished, I returned to the room; Maddox had pulled back the covers and gotten into the bed. He was propped up on one elbow and patted the bed next to him. I climbed in and settled into his arms.
Burying my head in his bare chest, I inhaled deeply.
Just the smell of him was enough to stir the heat back to life.
I looked up at him and scooted higher in the bed until I could reach his lips.
I kissed him softly at first, slow and unhurried until his hand drifted down and squeezed my ass.
I threw my leg over his hip and deepened the kiss.