CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maddox
I couldn’t quite believe what Macy was saying. I sat next to her on the couch, my arms around her, and let the words seep through me. It felt like deserts must feel, after years and years without the rain. A deluge of feeling, restoring life.
“Macy?” I said gently. “You’re sure about this, hey?”
She gave me a look. “Perfectly sure, Maddox. Do you want a signed affidavit?”
I laughed. “Not necessary.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was thin and I chuckled.
“Oh, Macy,” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m going to be asking you about everything now, just to make sure I never make the same mistake again. That I never make assumptions again.”
“Good,” she said. She nestled closer, and her lips traced my neck, making me shiver with rising desire. “At least, sounds good.”
I chuckled. “You might not think so when I start questioning you about everything.”
“Try me.” She was leaning on my chest, her hands on my back, seeking out the back of my neck as her lips nuzzled me. I was catching fire under her touch, so I forced myself to concentrate on her words.
“You really do know there isn’t anyone in my life but you?” I asked.
She nodded. “I believe you,” she said simply. “I’m sorry for being suspicious. I think that all those years ago I just stopped trusting you.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry,” I said guiltily. “I hope you can trust me a bit now?”
“I do trust you,” she said. The words made my heart twist. Not only was that a great affirmation; it was also a great responsibility. I took it that way, anyway.
“I will try and be worthy of that,” I breathed.
She chuckled. “Well, good. But for now,” she added, purring, “you can do something about your past wrongs.”
“Like what?” I asked. I gasped as her body pushed against me, pushing me back onto the couch. I could feel her small, soft breasts against me and I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything before.
“Like taking me to bed,” she said succinctly. “We have a decade to offset here.”
I laughed. “My dearest Macy,” I said huskily. “You couldn’t ask for a better thing.”
“Good,” she purred.
Then, without warning her, I lifted her up of the couch. She yelled and then giggled as I held her to my chest. My lips came down onto hers and I slid my tongue in between those soft, tender lips. My whole body was vibrating with longing now and I walked carefully toward her bedroom, moving her gently through the door so I could lay her on the bed.
She looked up at me as I carefully closed the door behind us. Then I came over to join her.
I lay beside her and held her in my arms. My tongue explored her mouth, pushing back and twining with her tongue as I explored and licked that sweet place. I leaned back, gasping.
“I think we need to do something about this,” I said huskily. I ran a hand down her body. She was wearing a blouse and slacks, and I could feel her breasts through the fabric of shirt and bra. I wanted her so badly. I was shivering and gritting my teeth. But I wasn’t going to rush this. I was going to take it slowly. This was a night that I wanted to be special. As special as she was to me. I wouldn’t rush.
***
I leaned back as Maddox pushed me onto the pillows. His body leaned against me, lean and firm and I could feel his heart beating in his chest as he held me tight to him.
“Macy,” he whispered. His hands were in my hair. He had always played with my hair: running his hands through it, pulling it, kissing my locks. He did that now, then lowered his lips to mine again. “Macy.”
His hands stroked my throat and then he moved lower, kissing the bare skin he’d just touched as he fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. I reached to help him but he gently nudged my hand away and L let it lie on the coverlet as he slowly, painstakingly, unfastened my blouse.
When he’d peeled it back, he leaned down and, so gently, moved my bra aside. I felt his lips nuzzle the soft skin of my breast and tensed as they sought my nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a soft sound. I moaned as he reached round to my other breast, then unfastened my bra, taking it off first one shoulder and then the other, all the while plying me with his eager, hungering lips.
His mouth moved lower and I tensed, feeling my stomach flutter as he moved down to the top of my trousers. I held my breath as he unbuttoned them slowly, and then exhaled in a rising tide of anticipation as he moved them down my body and slid them off my legs. I heard them fall onto the carpet, but my senses were already focused elsewhere.
He peeled back my panties and slid his hand inside. His fingers stroked downward, playing over my folds. I heard his indrawn breath as he felt how wet I already was and I bit back a smile. Of course I was. He aroused me faster than anyone ever had before.
His hands moved lower and he gently reached between my thighs, a long finger probing for my clit. Then, as he fingered it and made me sob with pleasure, he lowered his face so that he sucked my folds.
I was crying out, my whole body lifting off the bed as he worked me with such easy expertise. I let his name escape my lips.
He shifted and smiled down at me. He started undressing himself and I shivered in eagerness, knowing what was coming next. I sat up and helped him, unfastening his shirt buttons with quick ease and then helping with the fastening of his pants as he let it fall off his shoulders. I reached inside, feeling with some joy the rigid rod that pressed against his abdomen.
I saw him see my smile and I felt a naughty pleasure. He knew I wanted him and it made him happy. That made me happy,
He knelt over me and I obediently lay back. Then, my thighs parted by his reaching hand, he slid into me.
I cried out. There was nothing that felt quite like having him inside me. That hard, bone-hard cock, skewering me with its full, turgid length. It wasn’t painful, though, just hugely satisfying as it pressed on every place of pleasure. He withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust again.
I could feel my orgasm building and building, and I knew he was feeling his own because I could hear the intense restraint as he groaned and gasped.
I was shivering and shuddering in my own climax when he too cried out. We moved together once, twice, and collapsed.
He lay on top of me, and I held him to my chest. I could feel his slow, steady heartbeat and feel his intense warmth. He lay there on me for perhaps ten minutes as we both came slowly back from the realms where we had been transported.
Then he rolled off me and lay beside me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.
***
I lay with her in my arms and knew that I had never felt so happy in all my life. With Macy’s face pressed into my neck and her warm, curvy body pressed against my side, I felt as if I had died and ended up, probably unlawfully, in paradise.
I stroked my hand down her body and marveled at how soft a person’s skin could be. Her belly, small and hard, was under my hand and I stroked there and she moaned and then I stroked her neck with my other hand. I bent to kiss her.
“My dearest,” I whispered into her hair. It felt so good to say that. So right.
She stretched, snuggling closer. Her hand lay on my chest and it felt right there too. So right. I closed my own eyes.
“Macy?” I whispered.
I wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or not. I waited, thinking she hadn’t heard. Then she replied.
“Yes?”
“I still can’t believe it,” I said.
“Believe it.”
I laughed. “I’ll do my best,” I promised. “But it seems so impossible. How can I deserve this?”
I heard the bed shift under her weight as she rolled over. Two stone-gray eyes inspected mine, flint-hard. “Maddox,” she said succinctly. “If we start on that racket, then I’ll have to wonder how I possibly deserved you, and then we’ll both never stop until the end of our days.”
I chuckled. “Yes, madam.”
“That’s your highness, if you don’t mind.”
I laughed again, stroking her hair gently.
“Yes, your highness.”
She kissed my shoulder. “Indeed.”
We lay still. I must have fallen asleep, for I woke with her in my arms and the soft gray light pouring through the window that announced Saturday morning and it felt right. So right.