I lowered my mouth to hers and she flicked her tongue at my nose to chase me away.
“Tell me!” she cried out.
I felt my lip curling high into the air.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Madison purred. “Get pissed at me. Come on, Mav. Get angry with me…”
Then I started to laugh.
“I fucking flew home to make sure you weren’t with someone else,” I said. “Okay? The thought of you near another guy pisses me off. The thought of you sitting here thinking I was with another woman…”
“What?”
“I would never do that to you, sweetie,” I said. I stroked her cheek. “You’re all mine now. That’s it.”
“Mav…”
I kissed her again.
She was the one who then offered her tongue to my lips.
That’s when the kiss became something else.
She was also the one who moved her left foot to the bed and dug her right heel into my ass, wanting me to take her.
She even lifted her hips off the bed.
Grinding her sweet warmth against the tip of my cock.
I had all intentions of thrusting with force into her body, but that didn’t happen.
Instead, I moved slow.
Inch by inch.
Offering. Taking. Giving. Wanting.
Needing.
Our kiss grew deeper.
My right hand inched down her body, cupping her left breast tight.
And between our legs, we moved perfect together.
Not too fast.
Not too slow.
Madison hated commitment.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
But together we were committing to something more than just fucking.
The wordsmaking lovemade me want to growl.
As I thought that, Madison stopped kissing me.
We stared at each other.
I gently thrust my body forward again, feeling her beautiful body.
She looked ready to say something.
There was nothing else to say.
Any other words spoken now were going to really make this thing riskier and even more real.