Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
A flash of uncertainty flitted in her eyes again, before she blinked it away. I didn’t want her to regret this, regret not walking away. I rubbed my thumb across her jaw, and the touch seemed to make her feel at ease. “I’ll always be your best friend, Lila.”
The worry slowly melted away from her face, and there was a small coy smile on her lips, a smile that went all the way down to my dick. “But you’re also my boyfriend now?”
My heart skipped a fucking beat.
Boyfriend. A relationship…
I had never done a relationship, nothing as official as this. My dick was happy enough with all the chicks who eagerly landed on it for a fun time.
But Lila wasn’t just a chick looking for a fun time.
She wanted a relationship, romance… boyfriend and girlfriend.
And fuck me, I wanted that, too.
I gave her my signature smirk, guaranteed to melt anyone on the spot. “It could be worse.”
“What could be worse than this?” She rolled her eyes, but I could see the worry receding from her gaze. She turned soft under me, her hands sliding over my back, dragging her nails over my skin, like the tempting minx she was.
“I could be your husband.”
She smacked my shoulder with her tiny fist. “Maddox!”
I clasped her wrist and jerked her hand down, pressing her palm over my chest. My heart thudded at her touch, and her eyes softened. Feel me.
“I live for the adrenaline rush, Lila,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I love any adventure that gets my blood pumping, my heart racing… I love anything dangerous, anything wild, anything beautiful enough that makes me want to capture it. You are my favorite adventure, Lila Garcia.”
She hiccupped back a gasp, before catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Her fingers splayed over my chest, caressing me with her sweet, torturous touch. “You’re my favorite adventure too, Maddox.”
Her other hand curled behind my neck, and her fingers glided through my hair, pulling at the curled strands. My lips brushed against hers, feeling her soft moan. “I want to wake up every morning at 6 AM, while the world’s still sleeping. I’ll look beside me, and you’re there. I want to fall asleep knowing that you’ll be the first sight I see when I wake up. I want every ordinary day with you. I want your bad days; I want your tears and your laughter. Give it all to me, Lila. Be my girlfriend.”
She returned my kiss with a fierce one of her own, before she pulled away, just enough to whisper the words, “What if we go back to hating each other?”
I grinned down at her. “Then, we’ll just hate fuck. Problem solved.”
Her brows furrowed, and she tensed beneath me. “I can’t hate you. My heart won’t allow me. Even if you break me one day, I won’t be able to hate you. That terrifies me, Maddox.”
“Lila,” I murmured, feathering my lips across her cheek. “Lila… Baby, can you stop overthinking for one minute? Just for a minute. Tell me what you want.”
Her forehead creased with a tensed line. I kissed down her throat, and she gave me an involuntarily shudder. Her throat bobbed, as she swallowed hard, then my kiss whispered over the throbbing veins on the side of her neck, feeling her heartbeat against my lips. “Stop overthinking.”
My head lowered to her chest; her bare tits were a very tempting sight. The white and pink jagged lines between the two heavy mounds called to me. I lightly touched her scars with my mouth, kissing her past away with silent promises.
I knew Lila was scared of feeling too much, scared of losing the people who mattered to her. She kept her heart locked in a silver cage behind her chest, like an Ice Queen.
Too late, though, I had already broken through her barriers. I just needed her to accept it now.
Lila whimpered the moment my lips touched her scars, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I groaned at the sharp sting. “Don’t,” she said, letting out a soft cry. “It’s ugly. Stop, Maddox.”
My sweet, sweet Lila. Fierce and fragile. She wasn’t weak; she was never weak. But she was vulnerable.
I let my kiss linger over her scars, feeling the jagged, bumpy lines under my lips. “You’re so beautiful. You don’t even know what you do to me, Lila.”
Her nipples hardened at my rough voice, and her skin flushed. I cupped her breast in my palm and brought my mouth to its puckered nipple. Lila let out a soft mewl, as my lips wrapped around the little bud.
“You are so perfect,” I breathed against her flesh. Goosebumps flashed across her skin, and she trembled in my arms.
My teeth grazed her nipple, and I bit down gently. Lila rewarded me with a gasp and then a fevered moan. I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her. She was trying hard to concentrate on her thoughts, but when I started sucking on her tits, she arched her back. Her hands came to my head, almost frantic in her need, and she pulled at my hair, crying out my name.