Chapter 102 Red-handed - Miguel POV
I wake up, but I don't want to. It's almost as if I'm in a dream. It's only been three weeks since I've seen her, but it was three weeks too long.
I know I can't be with her every single day, especially not right now, but damn it would be great if I could.
I naturally wake up early, courtesy of the ten years I spent in the Navy.
Madison's hair tickles my nose, and I brush it out of her face so I can see her serene expression in her sleep.
She sighs softly, and wriggles her ass deeper into my groin. I'm hard, as always where she's concerned, but I don't want to fuck her right now. I want to show her I think we are much more than sex.
Instead, I squeeze her tighter to me, inhaling her scent and willing myself to fall back asleep.
I wake back up when I feel fingers stroking my eyebrows. She did that when I was in the hospital. I hear every word she said, it made me want to come back, especially after hearing that witch crying at my bedside. I'm sure they thought I would die and bury their secrets, but I have my own personal angel to live for.
I slowly open my eyes, my breath taken away by the beauty in front of me. I will never be able to stay away again. Not now that I know what it's like to bask in her presence.
Her eyes are sad, and it's like I'm feeling the pain deep in my own chest.
"Good morning." I inch closer to her and kiss her lips softly.
"Your hair has grown so much." She runs her fingers through my hair, making me sigh contentedly and closing my eyes again. "I like it like this."
"I'll grow it even longer if you want."
I have never experienced this intimacy before. Yes, I've had sex with multiple women, and I would make sure they're taken care of, but I've never slept over, never held anyone in my arms. She's the first and the last.
"My parents are going to get heart attacks if they find out you broke into their house." Those fingers go back to tracing my eyebrows, then my nose, my lips until they travel down my neck and the slope of my shoulder before going back up again.
"What they don't know won't hurt them." I love how she's touching me. "I spoke to T.J. when you weren't answering your phone. He said your parents don't want you seeing me."
I open my eyes again to see her expression, but her eyes are guarded.
"Until everything with Ben blows over." Her glorious touching stops. "They also don't think your father will approve of our relationship."
Relationship sounds good coming from her lips.
"I don't care what my father says or think." I splay my hand open on her back, gluing her front to mine. "I do care what your parents say, though."
"They didn't say we shouldn't be together." She downcasts her eyes. "Just not now."
I don't like the sound of that, but I understand.
I don't know what other things Ben are planning, but it would maybe not be a good idea to fling it in his face that Madison is mine now. My brother is unhinged, and maybe it won't be the best time to provoke him.
"Look at me." I order, and she obliges. "What is it that you want?"
Tears gather in her eyes, and she blinks rapidly, hoping they wouldn't fall. But her being vulnerable in front of me is one of the best things she could give me.
"I don't know what I want anymore." She whispers, a lone tear falling from her left eye, breaking my heart. "I don't even want to dance."
She always wants to dance, so her saying that means that whatever Ben did to her has a bigger impact than I thought.
"I'll dance with you." I thread my fingers through her hair at the back of her head before I kiss her softly again. "I'll dance with you until you want to dance on your own again."
She laughs, more tears falling from her eyes. "Do you even know how to dance?"
I love hearing her laugh, even if she's still sad.
"I can move from left to right." I wipe her tears with my thumb. "And you can teach me."
She smiles, her eyes on my mouth. "I would love to see you in some ballet tights."
"I could make that happen, I'll buy a pair just for you." I watch her lick her lips as she throws her leg over my waist, bringing her wet pussy closer to my dick. "Speaking of, I bought something that I want you to see."
"Oh?" She swivels her hip, lining her cleft up, but I quickly roll away from her and get up. "What are you doing?"
I look around the wooden floor until I spot my boxers and pull it over my hard wood. She's a temptress, but I promised myself no sex. Not until I've taken care of her.
"I'm going to make you breakfast." I lean over her and kiss her enticing lips again. "And you're going to eat every bite."
"You don't even know where everything is." She blushes, trying to grab the back of my head to bring me closer, but I'm faster than her.
"I'm sure I can figure it out."
And I do. I find eggs and butter in the fridge, and there's bread for toast. I'm sure she doesn't cook her eggs in butter, but this time around she could use the extra calories. I want her healthy, and if I can help her achieve that, I would do anything.
I'm walking out of the kitchen with the plate in my hand, in my fucking underwear and a dick still at half-mast when the front door opens and her parents walk in.
What the fuck?
Lucille broke into Mr.Smith's private calender, they were only supposed to fly back tomorrow.
All three of us stand still, their expressions filled with shock, then Madison's father grabs the vase filled with flowers in the entryway and rushes me, pinning me against the wall and sending the breakfast flying.
"You motherfucker!" He holds the vase above my head, ready to slam me with it. "What the fuck are you doing in my house!"