The Scottish Bride (The Brides of Holland Springs Book 5)(16)

“The tattoo—you’re all right?” he asked, his beard brushing against her inner thigh.

“What tattoo?” She arched her brow and attempted to give him a sophisticated look, but her body melted into the mattress when his tongue found her clit. Her hips shot off the bed, her hands wound into his hair, and he feasted on her like a man who had been without sustenance for days.

He lifted his head, his blue eyes catching her gaze. His tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Not stopping until you come for me.” His head dipped. Once more, he had her crying out his name. Had her body tightening in on itself until she knew it was about to burst. Need, want, and desire twined together, binding her to him.

A finger entered her, then another, until her sex clenched and she couldn’t stop the wave of white-hot bliss from washing over her. His fingers curled, setting off another orgasm.

He crawled up her body, his large frame blocking out the light. His erection bobbed as he went, a drop of pre-come at the tip. She widened her legs, welcoming him into the cradle of her thighs as he balanced himself on his elbows.

“Put me in you,” he whispered.

With trembling hands, she guided his cock inside of her, the broad head an invasion she had no intention of stopping.

He thrust deep.

They both gasped at the rightness of it.

Finally, he was hers again.

His head dropped against her shoulder as he began to move, as he told her he loved her, how much he missed her, and how it felt to be inside of her.

“You’re so damn warm. Tight.” He rolled his hips. “Spread your legs a little. Ah, there. I can go deeper now. Shall I?”

She nodded, and he slid in the smallest of distances. “Oh.”

“You like that?”

“I like everything you do.”

He smiled against her throat. “Then you’re going to love this.” Picking up his pace, he began to thrust hard into her. Her breasts bounced against his chest, her hard nipples scraping along his skin. “I’m going to come in you. Give you a baby.”

She flamed hot at the idea.

“You’re even wetter now.” He lifted his head and slowed his thrusts. “It turns you on to think of such things?”

“Yes,” she admitted. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about kids. They had. They wanted them. Since she wasn’t on birth control, and neither of them had given condoms a second thought... She tightened her legs around him. “Come in me, Maddox.”

He groaned and began to move once more, hitting spots so sweet that she cried out his name. Again and again, he touched her there, until another orgasm made her see stars.

She reveled in hearing him shout her name, felt each hot spurt leave his body as she searched for his mouth. He gave it to her, their tongues tangling.

As he panted, his thrusts became slower until he stopped moving against her altogether.

She gazed up at him, love filling her more than she thought was possible. “I love you.”

“And I you.”

“Will you come back home with me?” she asked. The answer had to be yes. Especially after what they’d done and what he had said during sex.

He hesitated and her heart sank, but she refused to beg him to come home. She refused to plead her case one second longer.

“Never mind,” she said, wishing she could turn away from him, but his cock was still inside of her. Even after his orgasm, he was hard enough that she couldn’t ignore him.

“Let’s talk of our future later, my love.”

Later.

It was always later with him.

Why did he get to set the pace?

Why did he get to decide what was best for them without ever consulting her? She wasn’t a child. While she respected his decision to give her time, she was done.

“Fine,” she brightly said.

He touched her face. “Don’t be that way,” he said tenderly, and her heart flipped. “I only want to protect you.”

“Maybe I want to protect you, too.”

“From what?”

“Yourself,” she said. “Knowing you, as soon as I’m out of your system, you’ll focus on what Finn did to Jude and you, then go after him. I can’t let that happen.”

“Beautiful girl, you know me all too well.” He moved against her, his eyes closing. “Tomorrow, Cadence... worry about protecting me tomorrow. Today is for us. For this.”

Pushing away the building resentment, she gave herself over to him once more.





Chapter Eight


Maddox woke in slow degrees, surrounded by the scent of his woman. He smiled, stretching as he did. Everything was right in his world once more. Sure, he’d promptly fallen asleep after taking a shower with her, but he hadn’t had proper sleep in weeks, months really. But now, he could make it up to her.

All they had to do was explain to her parents, and his, what they had—

He rolled over, reaching for Cadence and coming up empty.

“What the bloody—” Her side of the bed was cold. Not even the pillow was warm. He scanned the room, unable to believe she had actually left him this time.

“Damn it,” he growled, punching the mattress. A piece of paper slipped out from beneath her pillow, confirming his worst fears.

It’s your turn now. You know where to find me.