Torque by Gillian Archer (have you read this book .txt) 📗

I wanted all of her.

My hand skated over her skirt before diving under the soft fabric to caress her panty clad hips. I ran my thumb over her cleft, the material already wet and clinging to her.

Maddie shuddered and took a few rasping breaths.

“Too fast?” I murmured against her breast.

“Uh uh.” Maddie groaned, rocking her body against me. “If anything, you’re too freaking slow. Hurry up already!”

I chuckled darkly even as my fingers dipped under her panties. I ran a finger over her smooth labia, teasing her, gathering her wetness.

Maddie moaned and rolled her hips toward me.

“Ask and ye shall receive.” I smirked as I rubbed my thumb against the hidden nub of her clit.

She whimpered then smacked my shoulder weakly. “Do not imitate a preacher right now. Not while you have a finger…there.”

“You mean here?” I asked as I caressed her clit again. Then I rubbed my middle finger against her opening before pressing the tip inside her. “Or here?”

“Oh yes! There. Either. Both. I don’t—” Her whole body arched toward me. “Just…yes. Do that. Again. Please.”

“So polite.” I chuckled against her tit as my fingers worked her body, learning what she liked, how she wanted to be touched. Too much direct contact on her clit had her shying away from me. But if I mixed it up, circled around, barely brushing her clit while I buried a finger deep inside her, she groaned and arched into my touch.

My dick throbbed against the press of my fly. I wanted—ached—to unzip and let the fucker breathe, but that would mean letting go of Maddie. And there was no fucking way that was happening any time soon.

I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the pain. The last thing I wanted was me blowing my load in my pants. Again. It’d been fucking mortifying the last time. I really didn’t want Maddie thinking I couldn’t satisfy her. That I wasn’t man enough to last ten minutes of heavy petting with her.

Because in reality I wasn’t.

This woman was like sexual napalm—so fucking dangerous and explosive with the slightest of touches. And I was fucking addicted.

“Oh god.” She moaned, her hand still clutching the back of my head. She held me against her tit like there was a chance I was gonna escape. “Nathan! I can’t… I’m gonna—” Her words ended in another groan as she thrust her hips into my hand.

Then I felt the telltale flutters around the finger I had buried deep inside her. My lips quirked into a satisfied smirk as I held on and let her ride it out. Christ, there was nothing better than the feeling of making the woman you’d been chasing orgasm around you.

Check that. There was at least one thing better, and I really couldn’t fucking wait to feel it around my dick in a few minutes.

Finally, Maddie relaxed back into the sheets, all that glorious tension gone from her body. I flexed my finger still inside her, and she yelped before pulling away, rolling onto her side—away from me.

“No. Too much.” She groaned.

That was fine. I’d let her recharge her batteries while I got a few things literally out of the way. I quickly stripped down and snatched the box of condoms out of my nightstand drawer. The way this was going, I’d need more than one tonight.

Tossing the box onto the bed within reach, I crawled onto the bed so I was facing Maddie. She had her eyes squeezed shut, like she was embarrassed or something. She was definitely too tense to be asleep.

I pressed a peck on the tip of her nose. When that didn’t get a response, I swept her hair away from her neck and nuzzled at that spot that’d made her break out in goosebumps earlier. “Maddie.”

“Mmmmm?” She hummed in reply, but I could tell without looking that she still had her eyes shut.

“What’s going on in that computer of a brain you got? You okay? Tired? Angry?”

“What? No!” She rolled to her back and covered her face with her hands. After a few beats and a chest heaving breath that did amazing things to her tits, she lowered her hands and blinked up at me. “I’m embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You’re you and I’m me and I never thought this would happen and I orgasmed after like a millisecond and I know what happens next but I’m kinda freaking out about it because, like I said, you’re you and I’m me.”

It all came out of her in one breath, and I had no fucking idea what any of it meant. I’m me and she’s her. What the hell was I supposed to make of that? Damn, it was times like these that I wished I was smarter and not just a mechanic with abs.

I sat up. “We don’t have to do anything more tonight.”

I thought that went without saying. I wasn’t going to pressure her for more than she was comfortable with. What the hell kinda guys was she used to dating?

“But you’re all…” She waved a hand in my direction. “You know.”

“Hot? Dreamy? Hungry?”

Her laugh had me smiling in return.

“No!” She all but wailed. “Hard. Aroused. I’ve had an orgasm and you haven’t. That’s not fair.”

This was a bizarre conversation. “It’s not like I’m keeping track. Would it make you feel better if I went into the bathroom and rubbed one out?”

It was mostly a joke, but I’d do it if it made her feel better.

“Oh my god.” Her hands went back to her face as her shoulders shook.

I didn’t know if she was laughing or crying since she wasn’t making any sounds. Why did I think this was gonna be easier because of our friendship? Women—no matter how well you thought you knew them—were fucking confusing.

“Seriously?” Maddie finally dropped her hands from her face, and I saw the smile she’d been hiding. She looked at my confused expression then rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I