Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Maddox!” I cry out. My body gives way and I fall backward.
His strong hands catch me. “I love kissing you, Alissa,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
His words make me melt. I want to return the sentiment, but the words don’t come. My entire body is one huge wave of pleasure.
He cups my breast. Somehow he got my coat open.
Oh, God…
I’m wearing a bra, but he finds my nipple through the layers of fabric and pinches my nipple. A current rips through me, and I let out a soft sigh.
I want to touch him, feel him, crawl inside his perfection.
He’s back at my neck, licking and kissing up and down, up and down. Trails of warm kisses, hot kisses.
When he stops and meets my gaze…
God…
He’s smoldering. His eyes, his lips, his hair now a mess.
This isn’t the Maddox Hathaway I met in the haberdashery. The man who listens to vinyl records, drives a Rolls-Royce, and wears meticulously tailored suits to his club downtown.
This is a man who wants a woman.
And I’m that woman.
He kisses me again, this time harder, more raw. Our tongues and teeth clash as I reach for him, desperate to touch every part of him. He presses against me, and I can feel the hard bulge beneath his pants.
What the hell? He grabbed my tit.
I grab the bulge and lightly squeeze it. He groans but doesn’t stop kissing me.
His bulge, as I predicted, is huge. There’s a monster in there, and I can’t wait to unleash it.
I’m tempted to unbuckle his belt and let it out—
But then a creaking sound.
Oh, my God. We’re not even inside my apartment. I’m ready to fuck him in the hallway.
My neighbor opens the door. Mrs. Tulgey. A middle-aged divorcée who lives alone. I don’t run into her very often, so that’s pretty much all I know about her. She’s wearing a dingy bathrobe and has on some kind of facial mask.
She widens her eyes when she sees us. “Oh, good evening, Alissa. You’re out late.”
I nod, dropping my arms from Maddox’s waist. “Hello, Mrs. Tulgey.”
She blinks several times. “Sorry if I interrupted. Just putting the milk bottles out.”
“Not interrupting anything,” I say. “This is my…friend, Maddox.”
Maddox discreetly adjusts himself before turning around and shaking Mrs. Tulgey’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”
She looks him up and down. “Hello.”
“I was seeing Alissa up to her apartment.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” Mrs. Tulgey says. “Make sure to put your milk bottles out, Alissa.”
I don’t get milk delivered, but if this gets Mrs. Tulgey out of the hallway, I’ll humor her. “Thanks for the reminder. Good night.”
“Good night.” She looks back at Maddox, her eyes narrowed. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“Just one of those faces,” Maddox says quickly. “Have a good evening.”
“I will.” She smiles at Maddox and then wags a finger at me. “Don’t forget the milk bottles.” She finally closes her door.
I let out a breath. “Sorry about that,” I say.
Maddox grins. “Probably for the best. We were about to… Well, who knows what we would have done out here in the hall if she hadn’t interrupted us.”
I swallow. “I can still bring you inside, if you’d like that drink.”
He blinks several times, scratching at the side of his head. “You know what? It’s late. And as much as I’d love to have a drink”—he winks—“I’d rather save it for the next time. Anticipation and all. I’ll text you.”
I hope I’m successful at keeping a look of disappointment off my face.
But Maddox is right. It’s only our first date. And I’m still pretty buzzed. He probably doesn’t want me to think he’s taking advantage of me.
Damn that Mrs. Tulgey.
Oh well. The moment is over.
He wraps his arm around me again. “I had a great time tonight, Alissa. I can’t wait to see you again.”
“Neither can I,” I breathe.
He gives me one last kiss. “Good night, Alissa.”
“Good night, Maddox.”
He lingers over my lips for a second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Five.
He wants to. I can feel the electricity vibrating between our lips.
He wants to take me into my bedroom, strip me naked, and fuck me into next week.
But finally, after several more seconds have passed, he breaks away from me and takes a few steps down the stairs.
I reach for my keys inside my coat pocket. I place them in the door and unlatch the lock. Maddox stands on the landing, watching me until I finally close the door.
My God, what a night.
And what a kiss.
His lips on mine, his hands all over my body, his tongue on my neck and my ear.
I hang my coat up, chills running up and down my body.
I get undressed and toss my sopping wet panties into the hamper.
Damn.
14
MADDOX
Holy fuck.
Holy ever-living God-almighty fuck.
Not even the cold of winter’s night can soothe the rock-hard ache in my pants.