Page 49 of Perfect Guy

Canaan

ThewayMadelynis looking at me speaks volumes. She looks amazing in my bed, even if she’s clothed. Her boots framing her toned legs did me in when I opened the front door. Then her cut-off shorts…fuck me. I was desperate for her before I got my mouth on hers. I’ve been starved for this woman.

I look down at her lazy smile and dilated eyes. As much as I want this, I need to be sure she’s positive she’s ready for the next step. My dick will fight me, but it’s nothing I can’t take care of later if she decides she wants to wait.

I lean over her, holding my weight on my forearms. Brushing her hair from her face, I smile at her and take in this moment. She’s free of makeup. Her beauty is natural. To think I never noticed before. Sure, I knew she was pretty. Hell, anyone can see that about Madelyn. I think neither of us was at the right point in our lives for us to cross this way until now. She never showed interest in me, either.

“Are you sure about this? You know we don’t have to do anything more. I’ll happily kiss you until you forget about everyone but me, even those fictional characters you seem to be fixated on,” I wink.

She laughs, the sound soft and throaty. Her face then grows serious as her eyes search mine. She runs her fingers through my short beard, and I close my eyes. It’s no secret I’ve been with women in the past. I’m a man who has needs. But no one has made my heart pound the way Madelyn does. The way her touch makes my skin break out in goosebumps. I’m not sure what it is about her, but she has me wrapped around her finger.

“I trust you, Canaan.” A sad smile lifts her lips. Her eyes cast down.

“Hey, you know I like you. A whole damn lot. This isn’t a one-time thing for me. I also don’t need you to ‘repay’ me for anything.” I need her to know I’m invested in her and our relationship.

“I know that.” She tilts her head. “I know you don’t think I’m some stupid girl that you can use.”

Anger bubbles inside of me that someone even thought that. I hate it for her. I hate she had to feel like a fool, feel used and question herself and her talent as an architect.

“You’re not stupid. That man, if he can even be called that, is a douche who abuses his position of authority.” I roll over to the side, running a hand through my hair and blowing out a breath.

“Sorry,” she whispers.

“Why the hell are you sorry? You have nothing to apologize for.” I turn my head and look at her.

“For ruining the mood.” She scrubs her teeth over her bottom lip.

“You didn’t ruin it. I just get pissed as fuck when I think about that asshole. People like him shouldn’t be allowed to walk around, let alone teach impressionable students.”

“Let’s forget it.” She sits up.

“Where are you going?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, looking around my bedroom.

“Get over here.” I tug her arm, catching her by surprise and making her land half on me. I comb a hand through the side of her hair and smile.

“You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

Her eyes flare, and her lips part. Whatever the reason for me feeling this way about Madelyn isn’t important. I feel it, and I want more of it.

I turn us so that I’m on top, kissing her hard and fast. My tongue thrusts into her mouth, and I vow to erase the pain of that memory. I’ll fill her up with great memories, enough that the shit she had to deal with becomes irrelevant.

Her legs hook over my hips, and I roll into her. My dick gets hard again, focusing only on her.

“I need you,” she whispers. “That feels…” Her head digs into my mattress as her body arches up against mine. It takes every ounce of control to not fuck her hard and fast. I want to make it special.

“I know, babe. It feels good, but I promise it’ll feel better soon.” I kiss across her jaw to her neck and then over her clavicle. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and I can’t get enough.

My fingers skim under her shirt, tentatively at first. Madelyn nods, lifting the hem of her shirt over her head. She lays in a plain bra that she makes look sexy as fuck. I rub my thumbs over her puckered nipples and revel in the way her body reacts to me. She moans and tenses at the simple touch.

“You’re stunning.” It’s not the first time I’ve seen her like this, but it’ll be the first time we’ll use more than our hands.

I reach around her back and unsnap her bra, moving it down her arms and tossing it on the floor.

“Gorgeous,” I say to myself as I lean my head down and flick my tongue over her nipple.

Madelyn whimpers and tightens her legs around me. Her hands claw at my back. I lap her other nipple before sucking it into my mouth and scraping my teeth over it. Her body tenses and shifts.