Chapter 9—Maddox
She’s so damn beautiful when she’s pissed. How have I never noticed just how appealing her ire is? I’ve seen just about every emotion possible from her over the years, but never has her anger been wholly turned on me.
“Get in the bed, babe.”
She shakes her head, and if I weren’t trying to teach her a lesson I would pull her over my knees and make her ass shine with my palm.
“Bed, Emmy.”
Another shake, her honey-wheat eyes just begging for a fight.
“Emersyn,” I warn.
“Maddox,” she taunts.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Two strides are all it takes before I reach her. She takes a hasty step back, struggling with her footing, and in the middle of righting herself, her towel drops to the floor. My leg is throbbing since I hastily put my prosthetic back on to check on her, but I’ll be fucking damned if I back down now. When I pull her towards me, her soft, naked body collides with my hard one. The noise that comes out of me is a mixture of a groan and a grunt. The feeling of her body in my arms is all it takes for me to push back the pain and take what is mine.
“I hate you,” she whimpers weakly against my lips.
“You fucking love me, woman,” I declare before crashing my mouth to hers and giving her a bruising kiss.
Her back hits the wall and her legs wrap around my waist. Careful to avoid her hips, my hands go to her ass and my fingers dig into her firm globes. I pull her towards my body so that there isn’t any space between us. Her hands cup my cheeks and she manipulates my head so that she can devour my mouth, kissing me with everything she has.
Her hands move down my neck, kneading my pectorals and tweaking my nipples. I give her a few inches of space so that I can enjoy the feeling of her soft fingers and sharp nails scraping and rolling over my muscles. Every pass she makes has my skin burning in a painful pleasure.
Not once does our kiss break. She rubs against my throbbing dick, searching for her release. I might be a sorry bastard, but there isn’t anything that can pull me away from her now. Not now that I know what it feels like to be between her thighs.
“Please don’t stop this time,” she begs against my mouth.
Not understanding her, I push through and thrust my hips into hers. She whimpers, and that sound is my undoing. I make sure I have my balance on my good leg before I remove one of my hands from the heaven of her ass and bring it to my jeans. I make quick work of the button, and in seconds, my cock is free to rub against her core. Kissing down her neck, I feel her slick wetness coating me. She moans when the thick head of my cock butts against her clit, and I lift my head to watch with fascination when she feels it.
Her eyes go wide, the fire behind them burning even brighter. When she leans back, her gaze travels down to where her pussy is hugging my weeping cock. She can’t see everything, but she can see the silver loop through the head of my cock. I have three more running along the top of my shaft, but she’ll feel those soon enough.
“Are you going to listen to me, Emersyn?” I inquire.
“In your dreams, Maddox,” she spits back at me.
Then I smile when her eyes roll back in her head with one thrust of my hips. If she is this responsive with just my cock rubbing against her clit, I can’t wait to see her come apart in my arms.
“If you think you’re in control right now, angel, you’re in for a wake-up call.”
Her eyes narrow and I lean back, taking my cock in my free hand. Her expression flickers for a second, some of the desire clearing and a look of panic taking its place.
“Condom, Maddox.” Her tone leaves no room for argument.
“I’m clean, Emmy,” I say before leaning forward and kissing her collarbone. I rub my cock’s head against her clit, coating it with her wetness and rolling my rigid flesh against her.
“But…after… Just please. You have to use one, Maddox.”
I pull back and look into her eyes—the shame clear as day—and it kills me to know what she’s gone through since she left.
“Okay, angel.”
Her eyes get some of that heat back in them when I mumble the endearment. God, if she only knew.