“Well, I appreciate you hanging out with me and Brooklyn tonight. I’d probably already be heading to bed by now.”
And there it is again. Bed. I see it in the way his eyes darken at the thought. I have to mentally remind myself to breathe at this point. We stare at each other for a few more moments and that’s when I feel his big, warm hand over the top of mine. He locks his fingers in mine and gives me a gentle tug towards him. His other hand snakes around my side, burning my flesh straight through my shirt. I crawl over to him, kneeling next to him on the couch, and let my free hand roam up to his hair. I’ve been dreaming about this hair since last Saturday night, running my hands through it. He leans in a little towards me, waiting for me to throw the red flag and tell him to stop. There’s no way I’m throwing any flag to stop this. I want this. I need this more than I need air. He leans the rest of the way in and closes his eyes.
His kiss is tender, just barely touching my lips. We stay like that for what feels like forever but in reality is probably only a few seconds. Then he kisses me a little deeper, urging me with his tongue to open up my mouth for him. His kiss is wicked and makes me go weak in the knees. I can’t imagine anyone ever denying him anything after a kiss like this. He continues to explore my mouth with his tongue. He tastes like pizza and beer and, well, Maddox. My hands roam from his hair to his strong shoulders, and then journey down his hard back. I feel his hands touch the bare flesh of my lower back, and I moan. How long has it been since someone touched me like this? Ever?
Maddox dips down to kiss my jaw, my neck, and it’s the most delicious kiss I’ve ever experienced. He pulls back a little, both of us breathing a little heavy, and looks deeply at me with those sinful brown eyes.
“I should go,” he says as he kisses the corner of my mouth. I slowly pull away from his embrace and shiver, immediately feeling the loss of his body heat. He stands up and helps me to my feet which I’m thankful for since my whole body feels heavy and my legs shaky. Once we get to the front door, he pulls me back against him for one last lingering kiss. As I lean into him, I feel his strong, hard body from head to toe and something else very hard against my lower stomach. My whole body shivers from the contact and the desire.
“Have dinner with me next Friday night,” he says after he gives me one last kiss on the lips.
“Okay,” I reply without giving it any thought. I smile up at him and am rewarded with one of his best smiles. He slowly pulls away and walks out the front door. I stand there on my front porch watching him walk in the direction of his house. As he approaches the edge of my property, he turns and says, “Sweet dreams, Avery.” He follows that up with the slight curve upward of the corner of his mouth and a wink.
I can’t help but smile back down at him before he turns and strolls away. Oh, yes, my dreams with be very sweet tonight.
I’m about a block away from my house when I remember I was supposed to have drinks with Jake tonight. Yeah, two hours ago. And to make it worse, I’m still in my shorts and t-shirt that I was wearing when I ran into Avery and Brooklyn at the park before lunch.
I whip out my phone and shoot him a quick text.
Not gonna make it tonight.
I’m walking up my driveway when my phone dings, signaling a reply.
Hot date?
Shit, if he only knew. I throw back a quick reply as I retrieve my hidden key.
Yeah.
He replies instantly.
Don’t forget to bag up!
God, I’m a bad friend. I’m actually leading him to believe I’m with some chick tonight. In reality I’ve spent the past 10 hours with his sister! He’s going to kick my ass when he finds out, and when that happens, I will do nothing but let him. I deserve at least that.
I head inside and dump my cell phone on the kitchen table. I’m on edge and a little frustrated so I start to pace. It’s been a few weeks since I had sex, and since I spent most of the day with Avery, I’m more than a little horny. I consider changing my clothes and heading up to Jack’s to meet Jake. But the thought of Avery’s beautiful smile and crystal blue eyes as she agrees to go to dinner with me on Friday night is enough to push that idea far out of my mind. I’m not going anywhere.
After the world’s coldest shower, I head to bed with thoughts of the sexiest blond that I can still taste on my lips. The way her mouth molded to mine and she moaned slightly with each thrust of my tongue. I punch my pillow a few times, and flip back and forth trying to find a comfortable position.
I watch my alarm clock hit every minute for the next half hour. I try to think about work, my family, and cleaning my gutters before the winter hits, but nothing is working. I can’t stop thinking about her. I’ve done it. I’ve lost my damn man card and my mind. I’m officially a friggin’ girl. I sigh as I stare up at the ceiling and watch the street lights dance across the walls. I imagine what it would be like to have Avery in bed with me. Her hair fanned out on my pillow. Her long legs next to mine. Her arm draped over my chest.