Trust Me .(32)
We reach the truck, and he unlocks and opens my door like a true gentleman. Before I can step up into the truck, though, he spins me around and crashes his mouth into mine. There’s no hesitation, no tenderness. The kiss is hungry and urgent and filled with need. He rocks into me, and I feel just how much I affect him as he rubs his erection against my lower stomach. I want to climb up his body, throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I grind my pelvis against him, wishing the barrier of our clothes would magically disappear.
A car driving through the otherwise quiet parking lot breaks the bubble we are in. Maddox rests his forehead against mine, our heavy breathing mixed together. “God, you make me crazy. We should probably head home before I rip off your clothes right here in a public parking lot.”
“As nice as it sounds to have my clothes ripped off, it’s probably not the best place for it,” I agree with an ornery smile.
He leans in and gives me another quick kiss on my sensitive lips and helps me up into the truck so we can start our thirty minute drive home.
I drive home in comfortable silence. I don’t think I’ve ever been content with comfortable silence with a woman before which is just another reminder of how Avery is different from everyone else. She doesn’t feel the need to talk all the time for the sake of talking.
As we start to approach the city limits of Rivers Edge, I start to wonder what I should do next. If this was any other girl, I’d drive back to her house with no hesitation whatsoever and take her inside. But this is Avery, and like I said, she’s different.
“So, I thought maybe we’d stop by my house for a bit if that’s okay with you. This way, someone like Jake doesn’t see my truck parked in your drive and make trouble.” Even to my own ears, I sounded a little nervous as I said it. What the hell? It’s not like it’s my first time taking a girl home. Then it hits me. It is the first time I’m taking a girl home; to my house. I always go to their place. But the thought of Avery in my house, my bed, just feels right.
“That sounds good,” she says with another shy smile. I love that smile; it’s filled with happiness and innocence. I turn off Main Street and head down Lincoln towards my house. When I reach my house, I pull into the drive and kill the engine. I hop out and walk around to her door. When I open it, she seems slightly hesitant, maybe even nervous.
“I can take you home if you want.”
“No,” she quickly throws out there. “I want to be here…with you.” There’s that damn smile again. I extend my hand to her and help her down from the truck and head inside.
When we step inside the dark recesses of my living room, I start to walk towards the lamp but she catches me by the arm, stopping me. I turn to look at her. The only light in the room is what moonlight is filtering through the window. Standing there in my darkened living room, light glowing off her blond hair, she looks stunning. She extends her hand up to cradle my cheek, her other hand runs up my abdomen from my stomach to rest on my chest. I step closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. She must have realized she was holding her breath because she lets out a big breath which comes out a little shaky. I look deep into her crystal blue eyes, and that’s when I see it. Lust. Desire. Trust.
My resolve shatters like a glass vase with that one look as I push her back against my front door. Our lips are urging each other on as our desire for each other completely takes over. She runs her tongue down my neck, and I almost come completely undone in my pants like a teenage boy by that one simple move. I cradle her ass in my hands and lift her up. She threads her legs around my waist, her hands diving into my hair. I lean against her, pushing her back into the door, and she moans. It’s the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard and all I can think about is being deep inside her, making her moan over and over and over again.
I press hot kisses along her chin, down her delectable neck and lick the spot where her pulse is rapidly beating. “Tell me to stop, Avery. Tell me to stop right now and I will. But if you say nothing, I’m taking you back to my room and burying myself deep inside you. I’m going to make you come and scream my name. All. Night. Long. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“I want this,” she whispers without hesitation and that’s all I need to hear. I turn towards my bedroom with Avery still in my arms, legs and arms wrapped around my fully charged body.
When we get inside my room, I slam the door closed and press her up against it. “I love the feel of you wrapped around me, pressed against the wall. I’ve thought about you just like this so many damn times it’s hard for me to believe this is actually real,” I say as I pepper her face with more urgent kisses. I brace her against the door and reach for the hem of that sexy pink sweater. I slowly slide it and the cami up her torso, exposing her delicious stomach, inch by inch. When I get to her bra, I let out a strangled noise. She’s wearing a black lace bra. My little vixen is wearing a fucking sexy as hell black lace bra. My cock thickens to the point where it’s painful, my need for her too great.