Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
She needs to hear this. She needs to know how amazing she is … and I don’t think anyone has ever told her.
The flame flickers on the table, sending shadows dancing across her pretty, pale skin.
“Look, I don’t know what the hell was wrong with him.” I shift in my seat. “But I can’t wrap my head around even looking at another woman if I had you.”
Her lips part.
“Hell, I don’t look at them now if I’m with you and you’re not even mine.” My stomach knots. I push the discomfort away. “You are beautiful, but you’re more than that. You’re the full package. Intelligent. Strong. An entrepreneur. If someone can’t see all that and be honored that you’d give them the time of day, that’s on them because it doesn’t get any better than you.”
“Really?”
Really? How do you not know?
I take a breath, trying to keep myself calm. This shit is pouring out of my mouth like I’ve forgotten how to think before I speak, but I don’t regret saying it. The longer I sit with it, the more natural it feels.
Because it’s true.
“Really,” I say.
“Maddox …”
“Yeah?”
She grins. “We’re not on the plane anymore. And I’m still absolutely sure.”
I lift a brow.
Slowly, oh-so-slowly, she comes alive.
She lifts her chin. Puts her shoulders back. A coy smile plays on those fucking lips that I want around my cock.
“You know that it’s going to change things, right?” I ask. “We can say it’s not, but it will.”
“I know.”
“And you still want to do this?”
Her pupils widen as she bites her bottom lip. The neckline of her dress dips, showing more of the roundness of her breasts, and I think I might explode.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I had sex. Between work and family and life, there’s not a lot of time. Ashley thinks I’m some kind of playboy because I’ve never been with one person steadily, and I’ve let her think it. It’s never mattered before, but it’s not true.
What is true is that it’s been far too long, and having this bombshell in front of me is not helping.
I reach beneath the table and adjust myself. Fuck being discreet.
Her chest rises and falls quickly, matching the tempo of my own.
“Yeah, Mad,” she says, her voice husky. “I still want to do this. I still want you to fuck me.”
I push away from the table. “You’re done with dinner, right?”
She giggles.
I stand. “Let me rephrase—you’re done with dinner.”
“Ooh, bossy.” Her eyes twinkle under the moonlight. “I might like that.”
“Oh, you’re going to like it. There’s no question about that.” I motion for her to stand. “Up.”
She gathers her dress and gets to her feet. The fabric is bundled around her body, showcasing the curve of her hip and the bend of her waist.
“So,” she says, taking her precious time. “What are you going to do to me first?”
Is she serious right now?
“Where are you going to touch me?” she asks, her voice taunting me. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, so if you’d like me to share with you what Dream Maddox does, I’d be happy to.”
She stops to gain a better grasp of her dress.
“Fuck the dress,” I say, waiting for her to get it together.
“It’ll rip if I step on it.”
“Then I’ll buy you another.”
“This was the last one in this color.”
“Oh my fuck.” I take her hand to hurry her along. “Let’s go.”
“I thought you weren’t touching me if people weren’t around?” She laughs, pleased with herself. “You have no self-control.”
Against my better judgment, I stop on a dime. Turning around, I bring my face inches from hers.
Her breath is hot against my face. Her body trembles at the proximity. Every cell in my body screams for me to take her in my arms and have my way with her.
Right here. Right now.
Instead, I grin. “The fact that we’ve been on this island for five hours, and I haven’t had my face buried in your pussy already shows more self-restraint than I knew I had.”
She gasps.
“So if you’d like to stand out here and discuss this further, that’s fine, but—”
“Stop talking.” She jerks my hand and leads me to the house.
Ashley, you’re gonna be the death of me. But at least I’ll go out in a blaze of glory.
FOURTEEN
Ashley
“I’m warning you,” I say as we take the stairs to the suite. Maddox’s hand is wrapped firmly around mine, practically dragging me to the door. “If we get in here and you pull another one of your—ooh!”
I’m barely inside the suite—the door is still open—when he spins around. His eyes blaze, the green overtaking their normal almost yellow hue. In their depths is a carnal need, a desire, that I’m quite familiar with.
He stalks toward me. I take a step, then two, back.
My heart races, frantically trying to do its job while the rest of me is freaking the fuck out.