Every Moment with You (Redeeming Love #1)

by J.E. Parker

Oh well, I didn’t have time to second-guess myself. I only had—I glanced at the clock on Hendrix’s dresser—less than three minutes left. Stripping out of the sexy dress I’d worn for an entire twenty minutes, I removed the plain, albeit cute, panties and bra set I wore underneath and tossed them into the corner. Shaking out the lacy, baby blue chemise I’d picked out online, I slid it over my body. I loved the way the material slid down my heated skin, caressing my every curve.

Well, I’ll be danged. I looked … sexy. My confidence soared.

He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just… stared.

As an eighteen-year-old girl—an eighteen-year-old virgin at that—I didn’t know the first thing about seduction. I thought that if I shaved my legs, wore something sexy, and doused on some lip gloss and perfume, I would be irresistible. But looking at Hendrix right then caused doubts to roll around in my head.

What if this was all wrong? What if he wasn’t ready to have sex with me? Had I been wrong in assuming that, after all these years, he’d automatically be ready too? I mean every time we fooled around he was more than eager to take it as far as I’d let it go. And when we were downstairs together a few minutes ago, I’d told him what I wanted, and he hadn’t seemed to object.

I thought… Well, I guess it didn’t matter what I thought. I should have talked to him about this. I shouldn’t have just assumed that this is what he would want. After all, you know what they say about assumptions. They make an ass out of you and me, and right now I was feeling like one big, gigantic ass.

Insides twisting, I looked away from him. What if he rejected me? I didn’t want tonight, the last night that we had together, to be ruined. Crap.

“I should have talked to you about this, shouldn’t I? I’m sorry, Hendrix, I just thought…” I rambled, the words flowing from my mouth in a slew of verbal diarrhea. It was a habit, a bad habit I’d had since I was a kid. Pretty sure it was genetic since Grandmama seemed to be affected by the same trait. Daddy ...

Hendrix spoke, thankfully halting my verbal tirade before I had a chance to really embarrass myself. “Maddie, shut up.” I stopped and reared back. Ooh, I was gonna smack him so hard. How dare he tell me of all people to shut up? “Excuse—” He cut me off. “Look at me, baby.” I looked at him. Well, more like glared at him. ...

Looking into his darkened irises, I saw a storm brewing. A lust-driven, ...

Hendrix moved towards me. His steps were slow. Calculated. He stalked me, his movements mimicking those of a predator locked in on it...

When he spoke, his words were raw. Hungry. Filled with need. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I shook my head. I knew how beautiful I was, or at least I knew how beautiful he thought I was, but I still wanted to hear him say it. I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit that I was fishing for compliments and searching for reassurances. I needed them. Craved them. Just like I needed and craved him.

“You don’t?” Hendrix asked, placing his other hand on the base of my throat and squeezing slightly. I don’t know what it says about me, but the soft constriction wreaked havoc on my body. The power, the strength he possessed made my head spin. He was so strong. Lethal. I loved that about him. Knowing he could protect me. He was the epitome of an alpha male.

He moved closer, his warm breath fanning across my face. “This face—” he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on my forehead “—is the kind of face men go t...

“And this body”—he released my neck and jaw, grazing his hands down my sides as he looked me up and down. His incessant gaze scorched my skin as his eyes traveled the length of me, paying special attention to his favorite curves— “is a body a man would kill for.” He dusted my ribs with his fin...

Stepping closer, he removed his hand from my rib and placed it on my breast. Moving it, he caressed me, his roughened palm rubbing over my pebble...

Eyes locked on mine, he continued. “And this”—he pressed his other hand over the place where my heart strummed wildly in my chest— “is the most beautiful thing about you. This right here, pretty...

Tears filled my eyes. I loved him. I loved him so damn much. “And it’s all mine. N...

Jesus, Joseph, and Mary that felt good. Too good.

Overheated, and gasping for breath, I was near begging when Hendrix reached up and grazed his fingertips along the outside of my thighs where the lacy chemise ended and my flesh began.

Hendrix ghosted his hot lips and scorching breath down the column of my neck and over the center of my chest, stopping right above my left breast. He looked up at me. “Tell me what you want, Maddie.” He expected me to speak? I was beyond words, functioning on instinct alone. All I knew was that I wanted him on me and inside of me. I wanted his taste, his ...

My first instinct was to close my legs, to shield myself from his view, but I didn’t. I’d be damned if I gave in to any insecurities tonight. Tonight, belonged to him. To me. To us.

Fighting against the panicked voice in my head that kept screaming, “Hide, hide, hide,” over and over, I spread my legs, letting my knees fall to the side. I was utterly exposed at that point. It was the first-time Hendrix had seen me. Well, all of me. He’d touched me there before, but he’d never seen me. “Damn.” His voice was harsh and strained. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

I smiled. Wide. Finding my voice, I spoke. “Yeah? I’m glad you think so considering you'll be seeing a lot of me over the next fifty years or so.” Hendrix pulled his eyes from my bare body and looked me in the eye. “Only fifty? Damn, baby. Thought I had at least sixty....

His cock jutted out from his body and my mind blanked. Pretty sure I had a mini-stroke. I’d felt him, felt it, through his thin basketball shorts before, but I’d never seen it. That was… that was too much. I mean I’d watched enough porn to know he was bigger than normal but I didn’t know he was that big. That thing wouldn’t fit inside of me.

Hendrix must have seen the look of pure terror plastered all over my face because he spoke, low and soft, trying to reassure me. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it work.” Make it work? Had he lost his mind? Obviously, he had because there was no way. No friggin’ way. “Baby, trust me.”

Dumbfounded, I nodded once. What choice did I have? I wanted this more than anything. I just prayed that the monster bobbing between Hendrix’s thick,...

“I trust you.” Hendrix froze. “You’ve got no idea what hearing you say th...

“A woman like you, trusting a man like me, that’s everything baby.”

Why did I wait so long for this? Releasing my breast from between his talented lips, Hendrix looked up. “You want more?” One jerky nod was all I was capable of at that point. “Good, because I’ve waited long enough to taste your sweet pussy.”

“Don’t move, Maddie. You take whatever I give you. Understand?”

“I’ve never done this before but I’ll figure it out. Don’t care if I gotta stay down here all night, I’m not stopping until you come all over my face. Then, and only then, will I let you come all over my cock.”

My skin tingled at his words. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had been watching porn. Never in a million years did I think such dirty words would turn me on, but they did.

To say I was not prepared for the moment that his tongue met my flesh would be the understatement of the century. I had no idea how muc...

I rocked faster and arched my back higher as the pressure built. I had no idea what to expect but I knew whatever was about to happen would be huge. Life altering.

Heaviness settled in my belly and an invisible rubber band tightened. Heavier, tighter, it kept building. And then, when I mentally begged for relief, cried for the tension to ease, the rubber band snapped, and a rainbow of bright colors exploded behind my eyelids. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The most beautiful thing I’d ever felt. I felt like I was floating. Soaring high.

Up and up I went. At that moment, I got my first taste of what Hendrix Co...

Maddie was leaving. In less than two hours, my girl would be gone. Another city. Another state. Over four hundred miles away. Damn it. I couldn’t do this. I told her I could, but there was no way. It just wasn’t possible. How dumb could I have been? Life without Maddie? Hell no.

My eyes were bloodshot, my hair in disarray. I hadn’t slept all night. Not a single wink. All I’d done was hold Maddie close and watch her rest. I didn’t want to miss a moment of being with her. God knows I was about to miss a hell of a lot of moments when Keith packed up his truck, loaded her in the cab, and drove her away.

Straight to Nashville, Tennessee. Vanderbilt University. College. How the hell am I supposed to do this?

We’d never been apart. Not since we were seven and eight years old. I wasn’t sure either of us could stand it—could survive it. But we had to...

My entire reason for existing was leaving. For. The. Next. Four. Years.

“Sleeping.” Technically, not a lie. “What else would she be doing?” “Don’t really want to think about it. All I know is that you better have my daughter on my front porch within the hour. If not, you can kiss your chances of getting into the Fire Academy goodbye.” Dick.

“I’m not kidding, Hendrix. I know you. Know you’re beside yourself trying to think of a way to stop this, but don’t bother. You both decided she would accept the full ride Vanderbilt was offering her. It’s too late to back out now. You’ll just have to deal with it, and find a way to make it work.”

Just deal with it. Find a way to make it work. Future father-in-law or not, Keith Davis was lucky he wasn’t standing in front of me. If he was, I would have knocked his teeth down his throat. He had no idea, no damn idea, how hard I was trying to find a way to deal with it and make it work. Asshole.

“Yeah. I got it, Keith. Don’t worry; I’ll have my girl home within the hour.” I didn’t wait for him to reply before I hung up. Maddie may have been his daughter, but she was going t...

I stared as she continued to dig, searching for the spare pair of glasses she kept there. But then it hit me. She wasn’t supposed to be in that drawer. I jumped forward and slammed the drawer shut, almost taking off her fingers. Didn’t matter though. I was too late. She’d already found it. Maddie turned around, her face whiter than a ghost, a little square box clutched in her right hand.

With shaking hands, she gave me the box. I took it from her and she dropped her hands in front of her, clasping her fingers together. I looked around the room, not knowing how I was going to do this. Like I said, this was not how I planned for this to go. Maddie deserved better. But what could I do?

I took her by the hand and led her to my desk chair in the corner. “Sit here.” She lowered herself into the chair. Still naked, her heavy breasts swayed with her movements. I chuckled. I was about to propose to the girl I’d loved all my life with my cock and balls hanging out and her tits in my face. Yeah, not how I saw this going. Wasn’t really complaining though.

Maddie knew it was coming, she had to have, but she still gasped when I dropped to one knee in front of her. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer, begging God not to let me screw this up like I did everything else. She deserved for this to be...