Once Upon A Half-Time 2(114)

“Maddox…” That breathy warning nearly burst the seam in my jeans. Her orgasm always seemed to surprise her, as if she couldn’t believe I made her feel such delirious intensity. “Wait…maybe…”

Wait? Like hell. Why wait when she was this close?

She bucked over my mouth, wetted my tongue, and tightened arouund the finger I slipped within that tight fucking slit. She was going to come for me, and I’d take every beautiful shudder that wracked her body.

I curled my lips over her clit and gave it a quick and fierce suckle—less romance and more strict demand. She nearly collapsed, and I drove her into the wall. She wasn’t giving in, and I wasn’t losing my spot between the legs of a goddamned goddess.

“Oh…God…”

I would have encouraged her, but that would've meant pulling my lips from her pulsing clit. It wasn’t going to happen. I withdrew my finger from her pussy if only to use both hands to support her hips, to pin her between the wall and my lapping tongue. She’d be embarrassed later, remembering the sounds and slapping and obscene grunts I made while eating her whole.

She’d touch herself then too. Hell, tonight? I’d stay in that bed and she could finish herself off on my thick, hungry cock.

Her orgasm chased the air from her lungs in a wavering groan. She bucked, but her clit wasn’t getting away from my mouth, even if I had to nip to keep her where I could savor and swallow every drop of cream. Josie didn’t have a candy shop anymore, but all that reserved sweetness tucked inside her womb. I gobbled her, licked her, suckled everything I could taste.

And I still wanted more.

Josie didn’t protest until I laid her on the ground. Then her eyes widened. I kicked her legs apart and aimed for my belt. The jingle slammed her back to reality, and she stared as my zipper drove down and cock popped out.

Hard.

Desperate.

I stared at her tight, tasty, soaking wet slit. She was soon to get a lot messier.

Her hand rose as I fisted my cock. It might have stilled my motions if it weren’t trembling. Josie could hardly hold herself upright, but she gasped as if she had no idea what I planned with a throbbing dick aimed for her spread legs.

“Wait.”

Now her voice shifted. She pulled herself up, edging her body away from me.

What the hell?

“You want this too,” I rasped. “Don’t pretend.”

“I do.” She nodded, too quick, almost panicking. “But Maddox…we…you can’t…”

Goddamn it.

Fucking Nolan must have scared the piss out of her.

I didn’t need my woman to tell me no. I was a better man than that. I didn’t want to cause her distress. I meant to be the one who comforted her. Fixed her.

Kept her safe.

I’d jerk it in the shower and have plenty of time to lose myself in her later. I tucked back in my jeans, ignoring the discomfort of a rock hard cock and unyielding denim.

I helped Josie to her feet, handing her a shred of cotton that had been her panties. She took them, but backed out of the room, aiming for the first pair of yoga pants she could find. The bright pink clashed with a blouse, but she never looked so goddamned beautiful.

“Why?” I asked. “What’s wrong? It’s me, Sweets.”

Josie still sweated. She rubbed her forehead, tucking the bouncing curls behind her ears with a thick headband. She took a deep breath with closed eyes that only puffed her lips for a kiss.

Did she have any idea what she did to me?

“I can’t do this with you,” she said. “Not now. Things are complicated.”

“No, they aren’t.”

She wasn’t getting away. She tried to hide in the kitchen, but I refused to get bumped for fucking cookies again.

“This is you and me, Sweets. We gotta talk.”

“Not now.”

“Yes, now.” I held my arms out. “Why are you fighting me on this? Christ, I just want to feel you. I gotta know you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Maddox. Everything is fine.”

“It’s not, or you wouldn’t be pushing me away.”

She didn’t meet my gaze. “I shouldn’t have to push you away. You should respect my wishes.”

“If I understood them, I would! You’re not making any goddamned sense. I’m back. I’m here. I’m offering to give everything to you. I want the life, the family, you, a baby. Didn’t you…miss me at all?” My voice hardened. “Didn’t you love me?”

“Don’t you dare.” Josie’s whisper punctuated with a pointed finger. “Don’t accuse me of being anything less than faithful or devoted. You have no idea the problems you’ve caused—”