34. Maddox

THIRTY-FOUR

MADDOX

My limbs shake as I do my best not to collapse my full weight onto Hannah.

"Just need a moment." I say the words into her hair.

She slides her smooth hands up and down my sides. "Take your time."

I force my lungs to fill. "I'll get up as soon as my soul reenters my body."

Hannah laughs, and it makes her pussy squeeze my still-hard cock.

I groan.

"Sorry!" she laughs again, and the sound is… perfect.

I don't know how she does it. But with her, I get to experience everything.

The heat of desire.

The calmness of just being near each other.

The lightness of laughter, even in a moment like this.

"You're fucking perfection." I sigh.

I should feel regret, blurting that out, but I don't.

And when Hannah lets out a contented hum, I know it was the right thing to say.

"You're pretty great yourself, Maddox Lovelace."

In the dark, with my expression hidden in her neck, I smile.