Through gritted teeth, he managed to grunt out, “Angie…”
“So you are awake,” she said huskily.
“What are you… unh, that feels so fucking good— sorry. What are you doing?”
“You said I could touch you.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you never have to get my permission.” Maddox was careful not to move too quickly in case she stopped her gentle exploration. He went from his side to his back, allowing her the full spread of his body. “I’m all yours.”
“It’s kind of tough with your jeans in the way,” she said after a moment.
She didn’t mean—
She couldn’t mean—
Maddox wasn’t about to ask her. Before she could repeat herself, he slipped out of the bed, shucking his jeans and his boxers in less time than it took for Evangeline to scoot closer to the center of the bed.
His erection was wide awake. Suddenly, so was Maddox.
He lay back down. Evangeline immediately placed her head on his stomach, her body molded to his side as she reach
ed out for him again.
The instant she circled his cock, touching her thumb to her pinky, Maddox felt a jolt that had his cock jerking, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Her soft touch, her gentle stroke calmed him at the same time as she teased him into a frenzy.
Was he really asleep? Could this be a dream? It seemed like one.
“Angie…” he groaned again.
Evangeline lazily traced every vein, every ridge on his erection. “Shh,” she told him. “I’m remembering.”
So was he. This took him back to their first time together, right after Evangeline finally put him out of his misery after months of waiting and jerking off so much that his palm felt like it had rug burn. She was twenty-three, he was twenty-six, the two of them virgins fumbling around in the dark.
As Evangeline continued her gentle exploration, Maddox decided he’d be lucky if he lasted even half as long as he had four years ago.
Wait—
What was he thinking? Just because Evangeline was touching him, he was thinking three steps ahead, already imagining himself balls deep inside his woman.
“Ang—”
She lazily ran one finger against the top of his cock. He couldn’t keep his groan back.
With eyes that shouldn’t be so innocent, Evangeline looked up at him. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked in that sex kitten voice of hers.
Oh, he should. He should want her to. For Alpha’s sake, he drugged her, kidnapped her, terrified her, and lusted after her. She deserved so much better than him. If he was half the man he should be, he would tell her to stop so that he wasn’t taking any further advantage of her.
But that was the problem. While he was half a man, he was also half a beast.
“Never,” he barked.
He was so painfully hard that her simple touch was sending sparks of pleasure jolting through his entire body. Ever since he found her in the coffee shop, his dick had been standing at attention.
This was something new. His mate had her hands on him, stroking him much more delicately than the thousands of rubs he’d given himself over the last few days. The pressure started mounting, the beginning of his orgasm drawing his balls up tight.
Her breath fanned his belly. He was seconds away from exploding. This was no dream.
Curling his hands into tight fists, he refused to give in to the sensation. He wanted to see what else Evangeline was going to do. One thing was for sure: he had gone to bed alone. She’d purposely made her way into his bed.