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“Are we going to spend the night here?” I questioned
with a small laugh.
“No,” he said, raising his hips to give me a half-thrust.
Just enough to remind me that he was still inside me, semihard.
“But I’m way too comfortable right now to move.
Fuck, Lila. You’re tight and so soft.”
My hand curled around his neck, and I pressed my face
into the curve of his shoulder. He smelled sweaty, musky
with the fresh smell of grass. His favorite cologne lingered
around his manly scent. I licked my lips and tasted the
remnants of his minty kisses.
My stomach did stupid, silly somersaults, and my heart
squeezed.
God, I still couldn’t believe it, still couldn’t wrap my
head around the simple fact: Maddox was mine.
I no longer felt any uncertainty about it, but fuck it, my
feelings for him still scared me shitless. I wondered if he
felt the same way.
But then I felt silly.
Of course, he felt the same. I often caught him looking
at me, his blue eyes smiling and warm with affection.
Sure, we never said those three little words to each
other, but I liked to believe it wasn’t needed. Not yet, at
least.
While I didn’t doubt Maddox’s feelings for me, we were
still so new. I wanted our first time saying those three
words to each other, and it was probably the romantic in
me speaking, but I wanted it to be special.
Maddox tucked stray hair behind my ear, and his lips
caressed my temple. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Lila,”
he said in his deep, raspy voice.
My chest fluttered, and my eyes closed, as I shoved my
face into his chest and inhaled. I was addicted to him and
his scent. It was like I wanted to breathe him in, all the
time. Who knew you could get addicted to someone’s
smell? That was so weird, but damn my hormones.