sitting. He crossed his ankles, and his lips twitched with a grin. He was barefoot and freshly showered, his hair still wet and droplets of water lingered over his bare chest and thick arms, as if he hadn’t bothered to dry himself.
His jeans hung loosely around his hips, halfway zipped, unbuttoned and unbuckled. My eyes lingered over his wide chest far longer than I intended, his nipple piercing catching my attention. The silver barbell was enticing as I remembered the feel of it on my tongue last night, my teeth grazing his nipple and the tip of my tongue flickering over his piercing.
I flushed at the reminder. My gaze lowered to his hard-cut abs and the perfect trail of hair, a shade lighter than the hair on his head, leading from his navel to his…
Oh shit, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My head snapped up, but it was too late. Maddox had caught me checking him out, and he was now giving me a dirty smirk. There was a mischievous glint in his blue eyes as he walked into the sunlight and onto the balcony of our – his – hotel room. One of the finest hotels in Paris, our master suite had its own balcony, with a little breakfast area – an outdoor sofa and coffee table. It gave us the perfect view of the Eiffel tower. One could easily eat a French baguette, while admiring France’s famous landmark.
Maddox stopped next to the coffee table and nodded toward the tray. “You haven’t eaten yet. Not hungry?”
As if I could eat in this situation.
He perched himself on the coffee table, sitting directly in front of me and practically crowding into my personal space. Maddox reached for a chocolate croissant and brought it to my mouth, silently waiting, silently demanding. My lips parted, and I took a small bite.
He nodded in approval. “Good girl.”
I chewed, the taste of rich chocolate on my tongue. Sweet and oh, so good. This was probably the best croissant I ever had. No surprises there; it was a Parisian specialty.
“I thought you’d build an appetite after last night’s…” Maddox trailed off and took a bite of the croissant. “… vigorous fucking,” he finished, still chewing.
I almost choked on my saliva as my face heated up. “Maddox!”
“Okay, my bad. I meant, vigorous love-making. Is that better?”
Once again, we were back to him taunting me. “No,” I hissed.
He shrugged. “It is what it is. We fucked last night. Get over it, Lila. It’s not as dramatic as you’re making it out to be.”
“Everything is just so easy for you, isn’t it, Maddox?” I said, sitting up straight. “Sleep with a girl tonight, find a new conquest tomorrow. This is what you do, isn’t it? Fuck and move on to the next available pussy.”
His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, bringing his face closer to mine. His breath fanned over my lips. “Who said I was moving on…? You’re still here. I haven’t kicked you out yet.”
My heart thudded hard against my rib cage, but I still glowered. “Do you have to be such an asshole? We,” I angrily motioned between us, “are best friends. What happened last night can’t happen again. It was a moment of weakness…for both of us.”
Maddox seemed unfazed at my outburst, as he brought the rest of the croissant to my mouth. I pressed my lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of feeding me and effectively shutting me up.
His lips twitched in amusement. “Open your mouth, Lila. Or I will force feed it to you. Don’t tempt me.”
I gritted my teeth, the urge to punch him strong. Yes, I was stubborn, but he was acting like his usual asshole self, right now, and I didn’t like it one bit.
Warm breeze hit my bare chest, and I gasped, looking down. Maddox had pulled my white robe apart, untying the belt from around my waist without me even realizing.
Sneaky bastard. Why was I even surprised?
His hand snaked upward and inside my robe, before I could even think. Mischief flashed in his blue eyes as he cupped my breast, lazily brushing his thumb over my hard nipple. Heat flushed through me as my stomach fluttered and my heart raced.
“Eat,” he demanded, rolling my painfully tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Maddox waited, his attitude aggravating, and his grin – so freaking annoying.
I opened my mouth and took a big bite, shoving the rest of the croissant in my mouth and biting on the same fingers that