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His hot breath caressed my cheek. I had been admiring
the view, but I also came to a conclusion.
Maddox wasn't beautiful by definition. Sure, he was hot
and sexy...but he was an imperfect canvas, riddled with
invisible scars and flaws no one else could see, except me.
That made him imperfectly beautiful.
My hand came up, and I traced a finger around his left
pectoral. Maddox tensed as my touch brushed across his
nipples. I knew all of his sensitive spots. He loved his throat
– especially his prominent Adam’s apple, to be kissed and
sucked on. It got him rock hard when I’d scrape my teeth
over his nipples.
“Careful, Garcia,” he groaned. “I might be too hot for
you to touch, you might end up with a nasty burn.”
I rolled my eyes. “That was extremely cheesy, Coulter.
It’s almost nauseating.”
Maddox pushed me onto my back and crawled over me.
“What? You prefer my asshole side to my cheesy, romantic
side?”
I liked all of his sides. The asshole Maddox; the furious
and ugly side of him; the pretty cocky side; and especially,
his romantic side. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.
Maddox rolled over and took me with him. I settled
against his side, burying my head in the crook of his neck.
His thumb circled over the flesh of my hips, where my shirt
had ridden up and around the waistband of my jeans. We
cuddled for what felt like hours and hours. I listened to his
breathing and watched his chest rise and fall with every
breath.
“Are you ready for your driving test tomorrow?” Maddox
finally broke the silence.
My chest squeezed, and it felt like the flesh around my
scars had tightened. There was a dull, uncomfortable ache
around them – the pain, a ghostly echo. I rubbed a hand
over my chest, but my skin was on fire.