Page 60 of He Has Charm

“Maddox,” I rasp and lean on him. He holds my arms and separates us enough so we face each other, like this is the moment of truth. In my mind, that would be the moment where we confess our love to each other.

But he has a different kind of mind, a male mind, the mind of a committed bachelor.

“I want to make love to you, Harper.” That’s his confession of love, or that’s the way I hear his words. He said make love instead of have sex or fuck, and he called me Harper instead of sugar buns. Surely that translates to meaningful feelings. I know it does. Emotions fill me up, expand my chest and force me to be true to what I want deep down.

“I want that too.” I breathe the words. He pulls me close against him and backs me to the bed until I fall and he follows, holding himself above me with his brute strength of muscle and will. Staring at his face, the one from my dreams, the one always out of reach, I don’t dare blink and the world shrinks down to here and now, him and me. Nothing else matters.

“So you don’t mind if I take your clothes off.” He slips his hands under my sweater as I smile my answer. He rests his forehead against mine and, my heart pounds. I suck in air when his hands scrape over my ribs and cup my breasts over my lacy bra. His thumbs circle my nipples and I shudder.

“Oh my god. You have a touch.” He smiles and nibbles my lips as he unhooks my bra.

“I want to touch you everywhere, run my tongue over every inch of your body, and drive you crazy until every nerve cell on your skin is so sensitive I could set you off by touching the tip of your nose. I want to make you writhe in my arms.” As he says all this his hands roam over me, setting off sparks and making me believe his promise. He pulls down my pants and damn if his fingers don’t shake against my skin.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks.

“I could say the same thing, but we both know the answer.” He chokes out a laugh and I smile, releasing some of the tension and that’s a good thing. I need clarity. I need to have my eyes wide open and see him for who he is, not for who I wish he was, or who he might become years from now. Lifting my hips as he tugs my pants all the way down my legs, I see the familiar intensity of those eyes and my belly flips.

He tosses my pants with my panties somewhere across the room and kneels between my legs, putting his hands on my thighs. I feel so exposed and vulnerable. But the look on his face, the reverence, the pure appreciation and joy, erase my self-consciousness and I lift my hips in invitation. His eyebrows shoot up.

“You’re pretty fast, sugar buns. We need to slow you down.” He trails an index finger along my inner thigh and up, close to the apex where I need him. My heart tries to outrace my breathing. Then he pauses and runs his fingers back down, a knowing smirk on his face, the one I’ve come to know and … love? No. Yes.

“Never mind that,” I say more to myself than him. “Come a little closer.” I don’t wait for him. I prop myself up on one elbow and reach for his crotch, taking hold of the iron rod that fills his pants. He lets out a long low hiss and clamps a hand over mine.

“Harper,” he croaks. I ease up and reach for his zipper. He lets me.

“It’s only fair,” I whisper. “You’re staring at me half naked, and—”

“You’ve already seen me fully naked.” His eyes go dark and he takes on the look of a blue-eyed wolf, prettier and more dangerous than the standard kind. At least that’s what I’m thinking as he tugs at my sweater before I have a chance to free his cock for my viewing pleasure. “Or have you forgotten the shower incident?”

“Oh my god.” My voice is muffled as he pulls my sweater and bra from me. “You know I haven’t forgotten one second, not one tiny detail down to the water droplets glistening on your skin.”

I shut my eyes, remembering, and lie back on the pillow naked. When I open them again, I see him lift his shirt over his shoulders and head, tossing it away into that faraway pile of clothes somewhere beyond us in the real world.

He reaches down to his zipper and pauses. I salivate at his magnificent chest—sculpted, wide at the shoulders—and his arms bunched with muscles.

“How do I deserve a man like you? I must be the luckiest girl alive.” My thoughts leak from my head to my mouth.

“You? Are you serious?” He leans forward, his face going from seductive to serious in a blink, his mouth close to mine, too tempting not to dart my tongue out and lick. He traps it and sucks it in, then takes my mouth with his in complete ravaging dominance. My heart pumps wildly, feeding my throbbing pussy. I arch up into him, feeling the singe of his chest against mine and wanting so much more. But he holds his hard cock away from me and I moan into his mouth.

“I’m the lucky one. My god…you’re more passionate than I even imagined you’d be.” He pauses to swallow. “So fucking sexy I don’t know how long I can—"

“Don’t wait, then, Knight. Take me now.” I can’t believe I’m begging.

“I want to eat you alive,” he growls. And then he makes good on his promise, moving his mouth down to my chin, the column of my neck, my shoulder, kissing and nibbling and licking, leaving a trail of steam as I whimper and arch up. I clamp my hand on his perfect hard ass to press his cock into me.

But I’m no match for his strength or his will as he moves out of my reach, trailing his mouth down my rib cage, slowing as my breathing shallows and I wonder if I’m going to have a heart attack because it’s beating so fucking fast. When his lips travel to my belly, whispering across my quivering skin, I call out half in pleasure, half in frustration, and I feel him laugh against my belly button as he circles his tongue. He laughs, the bastard. I clutch at his hair and try to push his head lower and he bites the tender skin between my belly and my pussy, his lips still vibrating with laughter.

“It’s not funny. I need you to …” I don’t know what. Well, I do know, but there are too many ways to get there and I can’t choose one. Until he drags his tongue down my belly over that mound and through the swollen folds, sending me flaring up like he was a lit match and I was gasoline.

“Oh my god, Maddox.” Spasms run through me as he clamps his hands onto my hips to hold me still and licks me up and down, not stopping even as I shudder and clench my legs around his face. I shake like I’m going to fall apart, wave after wave ripping me. He keeps flicking his tongue over my clit and he knows just how to make it come over and over until I don’t know if it’s one long violent orgasm or a storm of orgasms crashing through me.

When I scream and buck against him, he has mercy, lifting his head, though he’s still holding my hips like the best rodeo pussy rider in the world. My breathing is erratic and my heart bangs against my chest hard and fast. He climbs up, lifting himself over me, and buries his face in my hair as he holds me.

“You are so sexy. You taste so fucking good,” he whispers in my ear and then moves his mouth over mine. “You’re so fucking hot.” He talks into my mouth as he kisses me, breathing heavy. “I want make love to you all night. I want to explode deep inside you.”

“I want you inside me too. No condom. I’m on the pill.” His kiss stops and he lifts his head. Pure wonder fills those blue eyes I adore and I smile at him.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m clean.”