Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
And today it had sold.
She ran for the bathroom and took a quick shower, aware she couldn’t get rid of all the paint on her hands but knowing Maddox wouldn’t mind. Smiling at the thought, she dressed in a pair of fitted black running shorts, a purple sport bra and a light weight jacket. Casual clothes she liked wearing when not working or painting.
After grabbing her keys, she rushed to her car, turned on the engine and drove toward town. Although she would share her news with her grandmother and Penelope later, Maddox was the first person she wanted to celebrate with.
She’d been staying with him for a total of three weeks and things between them had been…almost perfect. From the routine they’d fallen into as a couple to how in sync they were when it came to music, action-adventure movies, and documentaries on television. Neither of them was overly attached to social media, Gabby because she didn’t have friends she wanted to check up on, and Maddox only looked out for his younger brother and the business page for the bar.
If only she hadn’t caught him deep in thought on a few occasions. Sometimes she’d walk into the kitchen and find him staring out the window or on the terrace, looking out at the horizon. She had to call his name a few times before it registered she was speaking to him. Those moments made her wonder what was bothering him. Was she suffocating him by living in his house…and now sharing his bed?
Yet, it was hard to imagine he felt smothered when he couldn’t get enough of her. He often woke her with his mouth on her sex, his tongue almost bringing her to orgasm before she registered it wasn’t an erotic dream. Once she was awake, he’d finish the job, making her scream his name as glorious bliss overcame her.
At night she was only too happy to return the favor, and she tried, but he always pulled his cock out of her mouth, refusing to come down her throat when, he needed to be inside her when he came. His words, ones that she took to heart.
Maddox had also taught her new positions and she had to admit she had two favorites. Sitting over his face while he devoured her pussy and made her come with his tongue licking her clit. And after, he’d position her on her hands and knees and slam into her from behind, hitting that elusive G-spot and causing her to see stars as her orgasm shook her world.
But her ultimate favorite sexual thing between them had happened this morning. And it was what convinced her Maddox was as invested in their relationship as she was. Instead of waking her with his mouth, she came to with his warm body on top of hers and his cock poised at her entrance. Once she was awake, he slid into her ever so slowly, gliding in and out, his chocolate-brown gaze never leaving hers. In his eyes, she saw warmth and caring mixing together as their bodies connected.
Then, he pulled her to a sitting position, his legs bent beneath him and positioned her legs on either side of his body. Still joined, he was as deep as possible inside her, filling her so there was no way to tell where he ended, and she began. They were one as he began to lift his hips and she rocked in unison to his movements.
He held her stare, refusing to let her look away as they built higher and higher, climaxing at the same time. She had no doubt he’d made love to her and had felt the emotions rushing through her. His awed expression revealed his raw emotions, too.
But she was still young, still naïve when it came to men and she was trusting him not to hurt her and believing in what she saw.
Which was why she wondered if those off moments were about something else. He’d mentioned their many differences but she thought living together proved how compatible they were. Besides, his lost-in-thought moments had begun after her grandmother left.
After Gabby had asked Annabelle about her parents and her grandmother had replied, they assume you’ll tire of this independent stand you’re taking and come home. That comment had caused Maddox to stiffen and pull into himself before he’d walked Anabelle to her car.
She didn’t know and hadn’t pushed him for answers but maybe she should. Holding things in couldn’t be healthy for a relationship. Penelope had told her as much when Gabby had confided in her older sister.
She pulled into the lot for The Back Door. It was nearing cocktail hour and both the dinner area and the bar tables were full.
Gabby paused by the hostess stand. “Hi, Sheila.”
“Hi, Gabby.” The hostess, menus in hand, smiled at her, then led a couple to one of the only empty tables and Gabby proceeded to walk to the bar.