5. Chapter 5
He had no intention of kissing her. No intention of gripping her thighs and hoisting her onto the counter, of feeling her legs tighten around him, of drowning in the impossible heat of her mouth.
But now?
Now, he couldn’t stop.
Maddie wasn’t just kissing him back—she was devouring him. All soft curves and sharp need, pulling him closer, clutching at him like she couldn’t stand the space between them. And hell, neither could he.
She tasted like something dangerous. Like something he shouldn’t have. But God help him, he was already gone.
His hands roamed, pushing under the thin fabric of her tank, sliding over the bare skin of her waist, her ribs, feeling the quick, shallow rise and fall of her breath.
He slid up to her breasts—high, small, firm.
Perfect for him. She was burning up, her skin flushed and hot beneath his palms, like she’d been waiting for this, just as long as he had.
“You open the door in those fucking shorts,” he muttered against her mouth, dragging his lips along her jaw, down the curve of her throat. “You wanted this.”
“Of course, I did.” She arched into him, exhaling something between a gasp and a moan, her fingers twisting into his hair.
It wrecked him.
The sound. The way she moved.
The way she felt—pressed up against him, wrapped around him, completely uninhibited.
He kissed her again, deeper, rougher, licking into her mouth, swallowing every shaky breath. His hips pressed forward, a sharp grind that had her whimpering, nails digging into his shoulders.
Beautiful.
So goddamn beautiful.
His fingers curled into the hem of her tank, lifting it, peeling it away. She let him, breathless, arms raising, gaze locked on his.
The second it was gone, he tossed it, his mouth already back on her neck—kissing, biting, exploring downward to her breasts as she arched, giving him access to suck each nipple, twirling his tongue and grazing his teeth.
He nipped at her nipples, dragged his tongue upward along her pulse, felt the way her heartbeat slammed against his lips.
She was a fucking siren.
A temptation he had no chance of resisting.
And by the way she was clutching at him, pulling him back down, urging him closer, she didn’t want him to.
Her hands were in his hair, pulling, desperate, her thighs tightening around his hips, pressing herself against him like she needed to crawl inside him.
Her breath hitched with every kiss, every teasing graze of his mouth over her skin, and fuck, he could feel her heat—every inch of her burning against him.
His hands roamed lower, sweeping over her waist, her hips, thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.
“Heath,” she breathed against his lips, and Jesus, he felt it in his bones.
His grip tightened. “Tell me, baby.”
He tugged at her shorts, slow, deliberate, watching her face as he peeled them down.
Maddie let him. Just her hips lifting—giving him permission.
No hesitation, no second-guessing.
Just pure, raw need.
She exhaled a shaky breath as the fabric slid over her thighs, pooling at her ankles before she kicked them away.
Heath ran his hands up her now-bare legs, exploring, learning her. The smooth skin of her thighs, the way her muscles flexed beneath his palms, the way she trembled when his fingers skimmed higher, closer.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice rough as he pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing just as wrecked as hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She gasped as his hand slipped between her thighs, teasing, testing.
Wet. Warm.
So fucking ready for him.
He dragged his fingers over her, slow at first, just feeling, just discovering.
Maddie whimpered, head falling back, her body arching into his touch.
Heath kissed her again, swallowing every broken sound, his fingers pressing deeper, stroking, circling, coaxing more and more of those wrecked little gasps from her lips.
She was wild in his hands.
And he was already completely undone.
“Give it to me,” she begged as she toyed with his waistband.
Heath was past the point of thinking.
Past the point of restraint.
Maddie was hot and wild beneath him, gasping his name, thighs trembling around his waist, gripping at his shoulders like she needed him just as desperately as he needed her.
And fuck, he needed her.
He sat back just enough to rip his shirt over his head, tossing it aside without a second thought. Maddie’s hands were on him instantly, fingertips dragging over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, her touch hesitant but hungry.
He caught her wrists, pinning them to the counter beside her hips, forcing her to look at him.
“You want this?” His voice was rough, barely controlled.
She licked her lips, eyes dark, cheeks flushed. “Yes.”
Heath exhaled sharply through his nose, something deep and possessive clawing at his chest.
He released her hands, his own moving fast—unzipping his jeans, shoving them down just enough, the sound of the fabric rustling loud in the quiet, hot space.
Maddie bit her lip, her breath catching as he freed himself, as she saw exactly how much he wanted her.
He dragged her hips to the edge of the counter, positioning her exactly where he wanted her, spreading her thighs wider. His hands gripped hard, fingers digging into the soft skin.
“You want to be my toy now?” His voice was low, dark, raw with something he couldn’t hold back.
She moaned, back arching, her hands fisting the edge of the counter as he lined himself up, teasing, pressing just enough to make her whimper.
“Want to feel how hard you got me?” His lips brushed her ear, his teeth grazing the delicate skin beneath it. “Want to feel how fucking hot you are?”
“Fuck yes.” Maddie’s breath hitched. “Show me.”
He snapped.
He thrust into her, deep and slow, burying himself in that tight, perfect heat, groaning low as her body clenched around him.
She gasped, nails digging into his arms, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him in, taking all of him.
“Fuck, Maddie.” His forehead dropped to hers, his breath heavy, ragged. “You’re soaking wet. This all for me?”
She whimpered, rolling her hips against him, telling him everything without words.
He pulled back, just enough to slam into her again, harder this time, claiming her, making sure she felt every inch of his cock.
Her cry was pure fire, her body bowing, molding to him, surrendering completely.
Heath kissed her—deep, hungry, like he could taste her moans, like he needed to devour every sound she made.
“Come for me,” he growled against her lips, moving faster now, deeper, gripping her hips so tight he knew he’d leave marks. “Come on my cock.”
“Yes, baby, yes.” She gasped, breathless, wrecked. “I’m yours. I’m your toy.”
And fuck, that was all he needed.
He was losing himself in her.
In the way she gasped his name, in the way her nails raked down his back, in the way she clung to him like she never wanted him to stop.
But more than anything—he was focused on her.
Because this wasn’t just sex. This was claiming. This was learning her body, every single inch, every single weakness, every single sound she made when he did something just right.
He slowed, pulling back just enough to tease her, drawing out long, slow strokes, grinding deep, making her feel everything.
Maddie whimpered, her hands flying to his shoulders, her breath hitching as she rolled her hips, chasing the friction.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her ear, dragging his teeth along her pulse, feeling the frantic beat of her heart. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
She was so close. He could feel it in the way she tightened around him, in the way her thighs trembled against his waist.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
He slid one hand down between them, finding her, pressing his thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Maddie cried out, her body jolting.
“Jesus, baby,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her fingers twisting into his hair, pulling, desperate.
He smirked against her skin, nipping her collarbone, savoring the way she fell apart for him.
“Thought you were the one in charge, McAuley,” he teased, rolling his hips deeper, rubbing slow, torturous circles against her swollen clit.
Her whole body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged little gasps, her head tipping back against the cabinets.
“Not—not anymore,” she panted, her voice high and wrecked, her thighs clamping around him as she got closer and closer.
“Damn right,” he growled, sucking a bruise onto her neck, feeling her unravel.
Then he pushed her that final step.
He curled his fingers around the back of her neck, holding her still, kissing her deep as he moved faster, harder, more relentless, his fingers working her in time with every deep thrust.
Maddie cried out into his mouth, her body seizing, her thighs clenching around his waist, her walls gripping him in desperate, pulsing waves as she shattered completely.
Her release was a goddamn masterpiece.
He groaned, feeling every tremor, every aftershock, dragging it out as long as he could, keeping his new little toy exactly where he wanted her—
Completely his.
Maddie was still trembling, her body shuddering in aftershocks, wrapped so tight around him it was fucking unbearable.
And Heath—he was barely holding on.
She was wrecked, undone, completely his. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.
Because now, he needed to take.
A deep, guttural sound ripped from his throat as he gripped her hips harder, pulling her flush against him, holding her exactly where he needed her. She was so damn tight, so wet, and every time he moved, it was like she was trying to pull him deeper, keep him buried inside her.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, driving into her with more force, more urgency, more desperation. His control had snapped—gone. Completely obliterated.
Maddie whimpered, gasping his name, digging her nails into his back, her body jerking with every hard, punishing thrust.
“Goddamn it, McAuley,” he growled, his lips crashing back onto hers, swallowing her moans, fucking her harder, rougher, losing himself in the wild, desperate heat of her.
Her breath hitched, a broken little gasp that only made him thrust deeper, faster, chasing that edge, feeling it coil tight and hot in his spine.
She clung to him like she could feel it—like she wanted to pull him over with her.
He grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look at him, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath heavy, his body burning.
“This pussy is mine now,” he rasped, voice thick, his entire body tensing as he slammed into her one last time, deep, so deep.
And then—he shattered.
His release tore through him, hot, raw, explosive, a growl ripping from his chest as his hips jerked against hers, as he spilled inside her, as the pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave.
For a long moment, he didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
His body shook with the force of it, with the sheer fucking intensity of what she’d just done to him.
Maddie was staring at him, wide-eyed, breathless, her fingers still gripping his shoulders.
And Heath—he just grinned, chest still heaving, sweat dampening his skin.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice rough, teasing. “I’m not fixing your walls today, McAuley.”
* * * * *
Maddie’s phone rang.
She barely registered it at first, too lost in Heath, in the slow, lazy way he was kissing her now—soft, almost reverent, like he was putting her back together after wrecking her. His hands were still on her, holding her in place, grounding her, his body warm and solid against hers.
The phone rang again.
Maddie groaned, dropping her head onto his shoulder.
“Whoever that is, I swear to God—”
Heath chuckled against her temple, pressing a kiss there before finally, reluctantly, loosening his grip. “Could be important, McAuley. Maybe you’re finally winning that free cruise you signed up for.”
She shot him a look. “If it’s a scam call, I’m making you answer it.”
Grumbling, she reached for her shorts, wiggling them on, still breathless, still feeling every damn inch of him on her skin. She pulled on her tank, raking her fingers through her hair before heading back toward the other room.
Her phone buzzed again just as she picked it up. Natalie.
She answered, still a little dazed. “Hey.”
“Morning!” Natalie chirped. “I’m around the corner, bringing coffee and scones. You home?”
Maddie froze.
Oh. Oh no.
She swallowed, shifting guiltily, glancing toward the doorway. “Uh…” She cleared her throat. “Your brother is here.”
“Good! I’ll see you in five.”
The line went dead.
Maddie stared at the phone.
And then she caught sight of Heath in the mirror.
He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with that slow, knowing smirk. He looked utterly satisfied, wickedly smug, and just a little too handsome for her to handle right now.
Her own reflection?
Flushed. Messy. Well-fucked.
She sighed dramatically. “Well. We both look like we just had sex.”
Heath’s smirk deepened. “Yeah, you look just as flushed as this morning.”
Her stomach dropped.
Her eyes snapped to his, wide and guilty, and he saw it.
His smirk turned predatory.
Shit.
Maddie took a step back. “No, I—”
He pushed off the doorframe.
She turned to run.
She didn’t make it far.
His hands caught her waist, spinning her back toward him, pressing her against the wall, trapping her with his body.
Maddie gasped, hands splayed against his chest.
“Tell me the truth,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft, teasing.
She swallowed. “About?”
His fingers skated under the hem of her tank, just enough to make her shiver.
“You were touching yourself.”
Her face burned. “Heath—”
He tipped his head, mouth brushing her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “What were you thinking about, doll?”
She pressed her lips together, stubborn, refusing to admit it.
He kissed her—slow, deep, coaxing.
She melted. Damn him.
His lips moved to her neck, his fingers tightening on her hips. “Tell me, Maddie.”
She exhaled, a quiet little whimper escaping before she finally whispered, “You. I was thinking about you.”
Heath made a sound in his throat—a low, satisfied growl.
Outside, a car door slammed.
Maddie’s eyes flew open.
Heath barely moved, his lips still teasing the corner of her jaw.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he muttered.
Maddie shoved Heath’s chest. “You are going to let me go answer that door before your sister walks in here and realizes I am thoroughly defiled.”
Heath chuckled, finally stepping back, but not before gripping her chin, tilting her face up for one last kiss—deep, slow, and utterly wrecking.
“Go get your coffee, doll,” he murmured.
And she barely made it to the front door before her legs nearly gave out.