My belly tingles and suddenly my whole body is hot. I tighten my grip on his arm, my sex pulsing, my womb screaming at me that I have to hold onto this man.
I have to take his seed and start our future together.
“Should we go to your place?” I murmur, my voice faltering, cheeks scorching red.
He takes in a sharp breath. “Maddie, if we go to my place, I won’t be able to stop myself. Especially not when I feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like a fucking animal. Like a beast ready to tear the world apart to keep you and our family safe.”
“That’s what I want,” I whisper.
When we come to a stop at a red light, he turns to stare into my eyes. His eyes burn like twin flames. I feel seen, truly and beautifully seen, in a way only he can make me feel.
It’s like nothing and no one else exists but me.
“Are you sure?” he snarls.
Nerves try to intrude on the moment. The specter of my dad flits across my mind, guilting me, and yet the furious hunger of my body is even stronger. It makes it easy not to think about the consequences, the future.
Now is all that exists.
“I want it.” I can’t keep the moan out of my voice. “I know it’s bad. I know we should wait. But I want it so freaking bad. Just please… be patient with me, okay?”
“I will. Fuck. You make me so crazy. Let’s go.”
My heartbeat thunders in my chest as we ride the elevator up. Maxton’s hand is on the small of my back, an inch from my ass, causing even more sparkling temptation to ignite.
A little voice whispers in my mind that I can’t do this. I’m going to melt into a nervous heap the second we try to go all the way.
I push it down, ignoring it. I won’t let myself be its prisoner anymore.
Maxton turns and crushes his body against mine, pushing me against the elevator door. I gasp and giggle as our lips meet, his hands slide down my body and around to my ass. He squeezes on tightly, massaging, making my pussy so wet I can hardly take it.
“It’s impossible to keep my hands off you,” he growls, his lips a hairsbreadth away from mine, his breath tickling my cheeks. “Every second I’m close to you, Maddie, goddamn… it’s like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces. The tension is too much.”
I shift against him, my breasts pressing into his hard chest, my hands snaking around his sides.
“That feels so good,” I murmur.
“This?” He grips my ass even harder, kneading temptingly.
“Hmm-mm.” I nod.
The elevator door opens onto a large open plan penthouse, floor to ceiling windows showing the city on the far side of the room. Hazy autumn sunlight shines across the hardwood floors and the exposed rafters, the place is modern and bare giving it a borderline clinical look.
Maxton aims a smirk down at me as we walk into the entranceway. “I know. This place could use a lady’s touch.”
I giggle. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. Don’t worry. I have a feeling there might be a lady living here pretty damn soon…”
I gasp, grab onto his shirt and pull myself close.
I’m constantly stunned by how natural this feels, grabbing onto my childhood crush like this. But I shouldn’t be.
Smolder and I ached to be together for months. We were just too silly to make it happen.
“Are you serious?”
He smooths the hair from my face, tingles spreading across my skin. “Of course I am. We’re going to have a family together. Did you think we’d live separately?”
“I guess I didn’t think about it.”
“Do you want to? Live together that is,” he presses.
I give him a no-shit-Sherlock look. “Um, yeah. And while we’re at it…”
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, softly tweaking my chin, redirecting my gaze to his when I look away.
“I know it might not seem like a big deal, but I was talking about you with my friend, and I didn’t know how to describe you. Are we in a relationship? Are you my boyfriend?”
“Oh baby girl,” he growls. “Boyfriend? That doesn’t even come close to describing what we are to each other. We’re so much more than that. But yeah, for the sake of convenience, I’d say we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”
I flush and look up at him meaningfully, hoping he can read the message in my eyes.
He does. My man will always be able to read me.
“Let me show you the bedroom,” he says.
He presses his hand against the small of my back, guiding me down a long corridor with more hardwood floors. The walls are bare here too.
“I’ve never been much of a decorator,” he says, watching my gaze. “But like I said, soon enough I’ll have someone to help me with that.”