30 Quotes About Maddox-o-shay

His gaze drops to my lips. I want to kiss him, and it’s getting harder and harder to remember why I shouldn’t. But when he shifts, my immediate reflex is to break the connection and turn away.

You and me. I want us. Forever.

Maddy.” My hand goes over his head, pushing the door closed so he can’t escape, and he turns to face me. This close, we share the same breath, and we’re both breathing hard. His eyes are either hooded or narrowed; I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned on, but I don’t give him a chance to let me know which, because I move in and fuse my mouth to his. He accepts it willingly—eagerly.

By the smug smile on his face, I’d say he’s enjoying me fumbling over myself. He closes the gap between us, his chest against mine. The urge to reach up and pull on his blond hair has my fingers twitching.

I’m enjoying his shortness of breath and his moans as I kiss his skin. I like exploring his hardened body, because I’ve never experienced it before. It’s new and exciting and hotter than I ever anticipated.

I run my nose down his neck and chest, peppering soft, open kisses as I go.

Boyfriend, huh?” Maddox asks me.“Unless the label freaks you out. I know you’re not a fan of those.”“I like the boyfriend label.” He kisses me again.

Damon smiles against my mouth. “I love when you don’t make sense.

He steps forward and brings his mouth to mine in a soft kiss.