31. Hannah

THIRTY-ONE

HANNAH

Maddox turns beside me.

It's just us.

No one else.

No one to catch us or see us.

Swallowing, I press my palm against the cool glass of the door. "We could try to call someone."

"We could." His voice is low. Gruff.

"But I don't know who to call," I whisper.

"Me either." Maddox traces his thumb across the back of my hand.

"Or…" I let the possibilities hang in the air, swirling with the tension between us.

"I like or ," Maddox says as he tugs on my arm.

I spin with the movement, turning to face him. And I let go.

I let go of my inhibitions.

I let go of the worry that this is all a dream.

I let go of his hand and throw my arms around his neck.

Maddox crashes into me. And it reminds me of watching him play yesterday. His big, powerful body full of so much strength and control. But he doesn't bowl me over. The only destruction he causes tonight is to my senses. To my equilibrium. Throwing my world off balance as his big hands grip my ass and he lifts me into the air.

There's no time to think anymore when his mouth finds mine.

My lips part for him as my legs wrap around his waist.

He's so thick, so big, I can't hook my feet together behind him, so I just dig my heels into his lower back, and his grip on me holds me up.

"Hannah. Fuck," he pants into my mouth.

I consume his words, clawing at the back of his neck, trying to get him closer.

A growl rumbles through his chest, and he uses his grip on my ass to pull me tighter against him. Against the hardness between my legs.

I whimper.

I don't mean to.

I just can't stop myself.

He just feels so damn good.

Kissing him earlier was just the start. This . This is different.

He groans, rolling his hips against me but never pulling his mouth from mine.

He tastes like the orange Tic Tacs we shared in the study room.

He feels like the strongest man in the world.

He makes me want more.

I pull my mouth away from his, my lips already swollen, to tell him I want more.

But I'm breathing too heavily to speak.

And he's already walking.

He slides his hands lower until he's holding me at the very tops of my thighs, right at the bottom curve of my ass, his fingertips so close to my center.

I curl my hips forward, pressing myself into his length.

"Fuck." He shifts me up an inch, then back down.

The friction makes us both groan.

"Maddox," I breathe out.

"I know, Babe." He presses his lips to mine. "I'll take care of it." Another kiss.

His words pull a moan out of my throat, and I curl my hips in again.

I want that. I want that so badly.

My tongue slides out across his lower lip, and he stumbles, bumping into something in the hazy dark.

"Shit," he chuckles. Then he groans as he does that lifting thing again, rubbing me against his dick. "You're gonna be the death of me."

I pull my mouth away from his and lower my head so I can kiss along the side of his neck and he can see where he's going.

I press soft kisses to his throat, feeling the heavy pulse against my lips.

"Goddamn."

I kiss again.

We tilt, and I cling tighter, trusting him not to drop me.

I can hear furniture being moved, and I imagine him balancing us on one leg as he kicks things into place.

Lifting my head, I see we're in the back corner in one of the reading areas, far enough away from the entrance that if someone did come in, they wouldn't be able to see us.

We shift again, followed by wood knocking together, and I look down.

At a bed.

I almost laugh.

It's not a bed, per se. But Maddox has kicked a trio of benches together, their wood legs perfectly lined up and their padded blue tops making a small but comfortable-enough-looking surface.

Maddox sees where I'm looking and stills, our chests heaving against each other.

"Sorry. I… We don't have to."

I turn my head back to meet his eyes. "Maddox, I want to."

Even in the dim light, I can see his jaw flex. "Thank fuck."

I don't have time to smile before his mouth is back on mine.

He lowers us, and my butt hits the first bench. Then I'm lying back across the second bench, and finally, the third acts as my pillow.

Maddox lifts off me, looking down. "This won't work."

A flicker of rejection burns in my chest, but he douses it with his next words.

"I need to see you." He grips my shoulders and pulls me up to a sitting position.

His hands close around the bottom of my shirt, and he pulls it up over my head.

My hair falls around my face, and I'm brushing it back when his hands are on my bra.

They search for just a second before releasing the hooks.

I refuse to think about how many times he's done that to be so good at it.

Maddox pulls the bra from my body and tosses it aside.

"Jesus," he moans.

Then he's palming my breasts, and I'm the one moaning.

I grab his forearms, steadying myself.

He kneels on the floor before me and leans forward.

My fingers curl, my nails cutting into his skin as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

The sensation is… all-consuming.

His mouth is so hot against my pebbled flesh that it pulls the air out of my lungs.

He curses, then moves to the other peak and sucks it into his mouth.

That one time I had sex before… it wasn't like this.

Maddox releases my breast, then licks a line up my chest. "These fucking freckles. They taste like sunshine."

Fingers pinch at my nipples, and I moan.

"Lie back." Maddox lets go of my breasts and pushes me back with a hand on my side and shoulder.

He stands then, looming over me, looking larger than life, as he sheds his hoodie, then pulls his shirt off.

I start to sit up, wanting to reach for him.

"Stay still, Little Bunny."

I do as he says. But then my mouth drops open when he undoes his jeans and pushes them down his thighs.

He's wearing boxers. But they are doing nothing to hide his size.

He reaches into them, and though I can't see the details, I know he's wrapping his fingers around his dick.

The fabric stretches as he adjusts his position, and then…

I lick my lips.

The head of his cock is sticking out the top band of his boxers, the elastic keeping it against his stomach.

I start to sit up again. The urge to put that thing in my mouth is too strong to ignore.

But he moves before I can, dropping back to his knees.

His hands move to my waist and undo the button on my jeans, then the zipper.

"Hips up."

I lift my feet so they're on the edge of the bench and do as he asks.

Unlike for himself, Maddox doesn't leave my underwear on. He pulls them off with my jeans, only pausing to tug my shoes off as well before he throws the whole bundle on top of my bra.

I've never been completely naked like this in front of anybody. But right now, I don't even care. With Maddox looking at me like that, there's not a single part of me that's self-conscious.

Warm hands press my thighs open, and I expect him to get up again. Expect him to push his boxers off. But he doesn't.

He leans in.