Chapter Twelve-Madden

Madden

I'd broken so many rules already. I'd become involved with my job on a personal level, kissed it, pushed it away, and now I had her pressed against her brother's bed, with every intention of sealing the deal.

What Ansley didn't know was that after this, I knew I'd never be able to turn back. It'd been torture to turn away after our kiss, but now that I knew how snug and perfect I fit between her thighs, it was over.

It was a nightmare dressed as my wildest daydream.

Ansley had no chance of backtracking. I'd grovel like a little girl, and plead for her to stay, because she tasted too good to turn back now. Ansley fisted the covers beneath us, a slew of curses filtered through the air, her fingers traced my deltoids and up to my neck.

My need for her tingled over my skin, leaving fire in its wake, while I kissed a hot path down her throat, hating the fabric that separated us. If it hadn't been her softball uniform I would have torn it to shreds—,

"Wait," she said shoving aga