Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Maddox shouts something, then he’s as deep as he can get.

I feel him pulse.

Feel him start to fill me.

Then he’s gone.

His cock is pulled out of me.

Fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he spreads me, exposes me, and I feel heat.

Hot splashes of his release over my ass, across my lower back, between my legs.

He’s making more sounds.

Saying things that sound like praise.

But I can’t hear anything over the hum in my ears.

And when I feel like I might collapse, strong arms circle my waist, keeping me from falling.

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY

HANNAH

I eye the pile of clothes on the bed.

Maddox got out of the shower first, telling me to take my time and that he’d put comfortable clothes out for me on the bed.

He did.

But they’re… well, they aren’t mine. But they certainly aren’t his.

It’s a soft jersey dress in dark blue, a pair of panties, and a matching bra. All in my size.

I have no idea when he got these, but I pull the items on, preferring them to the stuffy work clothes I was wearing.

I’m pulling my hair free from the dress’s collar when I spot something orange on the nightstand.

It’s a thing of Tic Tacs, just sitting out. Next to the lamp.

I pick it up and shake two into my palm.

Did he remember from before? Or from our kiss inside his car, when he put his mouth against mine for the first time since before?

I’ve always liked these. We had them in the study room that night. I have them in my purse now too.

Setting the little container down, I suck on the tiny candies and turn around toward the door.

But again. I stop.

When we first got here, the room seemed brighter, but I credited that to my racing heart. And when we woke up just a bit ago, the sun was shining through the windows, and I associated the brightness with the sunlight.

But it’s not just the sun making a difference. The walls are a different color.

I step closer, reaching out to touch the pale yellow surface.

Maddox had the bedroom painted? When?