Chapter Thirty-Two
MAVERICK
Ikissed down her chest, moving slow.
I needed everything to move slow.
My head and heart felt torn apart after hearing Madison’s story.
So much of her made sense now.
And yet all I wanted to do was somehow protect her from it all.
Which didn’t make sense.
I couldn’t protect her from the past. From what had already happened.
I just wanted her to know she would never be alone.
I brushed the tip of my nose against her right nipple.
Then I looked up at her.
She looked down at me.
I raced up her body to kiss her again.
She grabbed for my face.
The kiss was like no other kiss I had ever felt.
My right hand slipped between our bodies and down the front of her pants. And her panties.
Her warm, smooth skin gave way to wetness.
My fingertips danced in her honey for a moment, making a swirling motion.
Madison sighed into my mouth and thrust her hips at me.
I broke the kiss and stopped moving my hand.
“I get it, sweetie,” I said. “Why it all bothers you now.”
“What?”
“Coach’s wife,” I said.
“You’re about to fuck me and you’re talking about another woman?”
“You’re trying to deflect again, sweetie.”
“Of course I am. I’m horny.”
“I just want you to know it makes perfect sense to me,” I said.
“Mav,” she said.
Madison shook her head.