Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Hendrix doesn’t say a word. Her mouth opens, then closes. I watch as she repeats the process before finally keeping it closed. “Fuck this.” My feet walk me towards her, hand going to the place it was moments ago, holding her along her side, sweeping over the ink she has placed there. Another tattoo. This woman is full of surprises, it seems, and she gets the fucking memo. Her head tips back right as mine tips down. This is going to be sweet as hell.
TWENTY
Hendrix
Madden doesn’t walk towards me; he prowls. Swagger is what most would call it, but that definitely isn’t the case here. He’s going after what he wants, and what he wants is me. I should turn around and run, tell him no, but I can’t. No, I won’t. All I can do is hold the fuck on. He makes it to me with a quickness I’ve never seen him use before. The laid-back man is gone, and in his place is the man I got a glimpse of last night, the one who was in control of everything surrounding him, and that includes me.
One hand, that’s all it takes, cupping the cheek of my ass, and he has me up, wrapping my arms around his neck as well as my legs around his hips. Our mouths clash, full of pent-up frustration. Madden is clearly pissed off at me. That’s okay because for some stupid made-up reason in my head, I’m just as annoyed.
“Bedroom?” His lips leave mine to ask a question. My teeth bite down on his full lower lip, wanting him to keep kissing me.
“Second door on the left.” His hand goes to the back of my head, holding me in place as he takes over the kiss. Maybe me biting him only spurs him on harder because no sooner is he devouring my mouth, he’s also using the palm of his hand to press me closer to his hard cock.
“You think biting me is turning me off, trouble? It’s only going to make me pay you back more, with my hand coming down on your bare ass or maybe on your cunt.” We don’t make it to my bedroom at first, whether it’s what I’m doing with my hands gripping his shoulders, fingertips pressed deeply into them as my mouth moves from Madden’s lips to his throat, sucking and biting, body rocking against him, I don’t know. That’s why my back is to the wall, right beside my bedroom door. A few more steps, and we’d be in my bed, and maybe it’s better this way. Less mess and fewer complications along with the memories that will no doubt cloud my head even more. Madden’s muscular thighs push outwards, having my own spread even wider, his hand cups my ass, lifting me up in one solid movement. I’m still trying to wrap my head around him picking me up with one hand, like, what kind of macho man is he?
“Son of a bitch,” I moan loudly. Madden’s hand slides along the length of my rib cage, thumb sliding beneath the fabric, dangerously close to brushing the underside of my breast. It should not turn me on that much, but with the way his length is pressed against my center, feeling what he’s doing to my side, I swear the hardness and the softness meeting as one has me on the verge of coming.
“You can think I’m that all you want, Hendrix. I’ll just prove to you that I’ll be your god in worshiping this hot-as-fuck body,” Madden states, pulling my sports bra above my breasts, not all the way off as his head dips, this time not going for my mouth. His tongue laps around my nipple, where I really want him to be.
“Madden.” His name is the only thing I have enough lucidity to use. Somewhere along the way when he was talking about what he was going to do to my body, one of his hands snaked his way inside my tight cotton athletic shorts. I was doing yoga when my outside camera notified me there was someone at my door, so this is what we’re working with. The fact that I seem to be in a state of perpetual wetness when I’m around Madden or thinking about him is ridiculous. Never have I felt this way, and when his fingers meet said wetness, my core clenches waiting to feel his thick, heavy digits again.
“That’s right. Say my name,” he whispers, causing my flesh to pebble right as he wraps his lips around my nipple, pulling the tip to the roof of his mouth as he pushes two fingers inside me at the same time. My eyes close. The sensations he is currently giving me are hard to explain. It’s like lightning in the heat far enough away that you’re not worried about getting stuck until a storm comes in behind it, bringing in the clouds, the thunder, and finally the heavy downpour of rain. It’s the kind of experience that you stand outside and watch as it hits where you’re standing, and when the storm gets closer, that’s when you finally seek shelter. Only right now, Madden is my shelter, and the storm is currently inside my body.