Chapter Twenty
Everly
He kissed me, and I thought I was going to melt into a puddle at his feet. His hands roamed my body as if they were starving for me, and I kept a tight grip on his suit as I kissed back. Our tongues met, greedy and hungry, and I sprawled my hands across the thick muscles of his arms. Fingers swept through my hair, pulling at the nape and sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to drink all of this in, soak in the desire that had been plaguing me since I’ve met him, and let him bathe me in his own passion.
His legs started to push me until my ass hit his desk, and without breaking contact, he bent down and lifted me in the air. I sat on the desk and pulled at his tie, forcing it off.
“Shit, Everly,” he said, his voice husky and low. There was such a raw desire in it that it made my thighs squirm, leaving my panties damp. His waist fit in between my legs as he touched me everywhere.
I needed him to touch me everywhere.
My legs hooked around his hips, and he brought a hand on my thigh. I looked down. We both were still clothed, and it seemed as if he had the same thought at the same time.
“Come here.” His voice was but a whisper in my ear, low and raspy as he led me back into his room. I closed the door to his office behind me and watched as he slipped his suit off, and unbuckled his belt.
“Let me do that,” I offered, my hands getting busy to finish it. He unbuttoned my blouse, and his fingers skimmed my skin as he slid it off. His lips pressed against my collarbone, lowering until they were close to my breast. Fingers slid in between my pants and skin, and they pushed them down with such an urgency that my breath hitched.
“That took longer than I thought,” I said as I stood before him in a bra and panties. He chuckled and pushed me onto his bed. His hands were trembling ever so slightly, and there was something in his expression that came across as hesitation. But it was gone the moment I pulled at his pants, and soon we both were only in our undergarments, nearly naked and hot and desperate for one another.
I lay back on the bed and arched my back as he kneeled, pressing light kisses on my stomach and working his way lower.
“Maddox,” I breathed out as his lips came close to my thighs. A tongue slid just beneath my panties, and I gasped. I hadn’t been touched there in so long, and fire ripped through me like a boiling wave as my core ached with anticipation.
At first, he teased me. Running his tongue on the edge of my panties, flicking at the very top of me. Then he grew bolder, pressing his mouth against my entrance and running his tongue against it ever so slightly. I squirmed, my hips gyrating against the bed as his tongue repeated its motions.
I slipped the straps of my bra off as one of his hands crawled up my skin and started tracing circles just below my breasts. I unclasped it with one hand and removed it. I caught his eyes as he glanced at my exposed top, and I recognized the hunger within them. His hand cupped my breast, running a finger in a circle around my nipple.
I moaned, needing more.
His other hand pushed my panties aside, and he started licking me. One fluid motion at first. My hands gripped the bed sheets as I trembled beneath his mouth.
His licks became short flicks against my center, and then gradually returned flat against me. He went between the two as my breathing became more rough, more shallow and hungry with need.
I felt the very edge of release as his mouth continued moving between my legs. One hand squeezed my breast while the other held onto my hip, and I warned him that I was close.
His tongue worked harder until I was screaming, crying from the sudden release as my orgasm washed over me in waves.
He licked me one more time before removing my panties and climbing onto the bed to meet me.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked. “It’s amazing.”
I pulled him into a kiss, tasting the sweet mixture of my own juices on his tongue. He pulled away after a moment and admired his view of my naked body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said and lowered his mouth to my breast. I was still covered in a wave of pleasure, but the sensation of his mouth on my nipple toppled me over.
“Take these off.” I grabbed the top of his briefs and tugged. I could see his member very well, a solid bulge against his waist, but I needed more of it.
“Yes, ma’am.” He joked and shrugged them down. I wrapped a hand around it and he flinched, curling into my body. It was thick and long, and seemed perfect for my hand.
“Everly,” He moaned into my ear. “Do you want this?”
His hand guided his package toward my entrance, and I spread my legs. I had protection; I was wet, he was thick. We were ready. I told him as much. “Please,” I begged.
His hips moved against mine. His hard body pressed against soft skin that was covered in a flush from his warmth. He breathed hard next to my ear until his manhood was deep in my juices, and deep inside of me.
I cried, tilting my head back and clawing his skin as he pushed himself further into me. Once he was as deep as he could go, he stopped, and we both enjoyed a moment of intimacy.
“My world stopped the moment I saw you,” he said, breathless. His gray eyes were staring down at me, and his five o’ clock shadow was a light spread across a sharp jaw. “And I knew,” he continued. “That very moment I knew that I just needed to be inside of you. To know you.”
He started moving once again, slowly, as he told me his thoughts on our first meeting.
The words grew dirty, his thoughts turned to the things he wanted to do to me late at night, and this thrusts grew strong and quick. One hand grabbed my ass and held it tightly as he buried himself deep inside of me, and I felt the moment he came.
And I felt each burst afterwards, as he twitched inside of me.
We spent a moment just breathing when he finished, my head on his shoulder.
Lacey was going to kill me, I realized. I had just gone against everything she said. I was in way over my head, and absolutely crazy about a man who had lied to me, and had a child. I had just let him come inside me. I let him taste me, and then I tasted myself. I could have groaned, but I didn’t want him to think I regretted anything. In his arms, on his bed, on top of the wet spots where he had just made love to me, I felt safe.
His doorbell rang, and I froze.
“Shit.” He muttered and looked at me. “Let’s just stay here and ignore them.”
I curled into his neck. “You’re not going to hear me complain,” I said.
Another doorbell.
His muscles tensed, realizing it must have been important, and he stood. I realized we were both naked, and we hurried to slip on our clothes. I followed him down the stairs while trying to fix my hair in a pathetic attempt, and nearly bumped into him as he flung open the front door.
“Maddox.” A man stood on the other side with blond hair and blue eyes, and in his arms was the small body of a 3-year-old girl, her face red with fever and nose covered in snot. “She’s sick, has a fever, and threw up twice now.”
“Shit, come in, Nick.” Maddox ushered them inside. I stood in the corner and watched as Maddox took Abby in his arms. “What’s her temperature?”
“Over 101, last time I checked,” the man, Nick, said. He glanced at me, and I hugged my body self-consciously. The reality of what we had just done hit me without the security of Maddox’s arms. The stupidity of such an act. I couldn’t believe I’d had sex with him, especially when his daughter was one house over puking.
“Everly, this is Nick,” Maddox said, and I grabbed my purse from the counter.
“Nice to meet you. I’ll see you tomorrow, Maddox,” I said, as I rushed out the door.
His hands against my body, lips pressed on mine, inside of me. I forced the thoughts away and pressed my hand over my mouth as I slid behind my steering wheel and dropped my head against the headrest. What had I done?