“You look cute when you’re pissed, Garcia.” My teeth rattled at his teasing tone, but I chose to ignore the bait. Looking back down at my textbook, I thumbed through the pages.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Maddox moving. He dragged his chair closer and next to me. Great, now he wanted to talk.
First, he acted so strangely the last couple of days, making me question everything. Then, here he was… teasing and being cocky like nothing else mattered. Maddox Coulter was complicated, and I accepted that fact a long time ago.
I belatedly noticed that the subject had changed. He still hadn’t told me what was wrong… I didn’t know if he was going to admit to anything, before Bianca interrupted us. And now the moment was gone… and Maddox was in the mood to play.
I wanted to fall for it… his teasing, his charms, his dorky side. But I couldn’t stop the nagging feeling in my chest. The prick of unease and creeping worry burrowed itself under my skin.
I asked him not to keep secrets, but I knew he was hiding something. I just knew.
Maddox settled beside me, and my body twitched at how close he was. His scent and warmth wrapped around me, like a safe cocoon.
His leg pressed against mine, and my back straightened when his hand landed on my thigh. His hot breath skated on my neck, as he leaned close, putting his mouth right next to my ear. “Why are you so mad, little dragon?”
“Why are you lying to me?” I retorted.
Maddox tensed for a brief second, before his fingers started to inch upward, toward the apex of my thighs. “Why do you think I’m lying?”
“Something is wrong, I can tell.” My eyes dared him to deny it, to lie to my face again.
Maddox didn’t reply. He leaned in, and his lips skimmed over the column of my throat, his intention clear. His hand cupped my sex through my jeans. A breathy hiss escaped past my clenched teeth. “We’re… in the library. Someone could see, Maddox!”
“Being in a public place never stopped you before,” he grunted against my skin. His teeth scraped across my flesh, and I let out an involuntary shudder. “Spread your legs for me, Lila.”
I really shouldn’t; I really, really shouldn’t have.
But I did. Because I needed him, because I wanted to feel like he was mine.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised. His lips and teeth dragged along my neck, suckling and biting on the soft, tender flesh. I let out a little whimper, as he unbuttoned my jeans and shoved his hand inside. I shivered almost violently, as my gaze swept around the quiet library.
His fingers teased my wet slit through my panties, before he nudged the thin fabric aside.
“Why are you doing this?” I breathed.
“You tell me.”
“Because you love to torture me.”
His tongue licked a tantalizing trail of desire up my neck and another shiver rolled down my spine. My toes curled in my shoes.
“No,” Maddox said, his voice taking a deeper undertone. “Because you look so fucking cute when you’re jealous, and I just want to eat you up and watch you come.”
He shoved a finger inside me, and I gasped.
My back arched, and my eyes squeezed shut at the sudden penetration. I was wet and ready, as the single digit slid in and out of me. My sex tightened around the intrusion, as he slowly pushed a second finger into me. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to do for me. You’re going to sit here, with your legs spread, and you’re going to let me finger you because you want it. Because you like being my naughty, naughty girl.”
In frantic need, I reached out for him, and my fingers dug into his thigh. He hissed and then chuckled. “Can you hear how wet you are?” he teased in my ear. “Feel how wet you are…”
Jesus Christ!
“You love being fucked in public, like the dirty little minx you are.” Maddox taunting did nothing but heighten my arousal, causing a warm fuzziness in my stomach and a pool of desire gathering between my thighs. “Your pussy is practically begging for my cock. Feel how tight it is around my fingers, how hard it’s clenching and seeking for something harder and bigger.”
Soaked… needy… gasping… wanting…
His thumb circled around my clit, and he rubbed me, as I ground my core against his hand. I