“Hi-i,” she says.
Her eyes dart back to mine and she shakes her head, “I can’t believe you did this. Briggs…”
I nod. “I know, baby.”
I would do it again every fucking day to see that smile.
I help her up into the helicopter and get her buckled in, while Roger gives us each a headset, and her hand never leaves mine. She holds on tightly, like letting go would break the moment between us.
“Thank you, for everything. This is incredible,” she says quietly, just as the blades begin to whirl.
“Always.”
A few minutes later and we're airborne. As we take off, her hand tightens in mine, but her eyes never leave the glowing city beneath us. The skies are clear, and the air still as Roger takes us over Chicago’s skyline, pointing out several places from the cockpit. Maddison stares in awe, and when the arena comes into view, she whips toward me excitedly, pointing.
“Look, that’s where you play!”
I nod, smirking. “I know, baby. Speaking of… I want you and Olive to come to a few games this year, when the season starts up again.”
“I’d love to.”
The rest of the night passes in only what can be described as pure fucking happiness. I can’t remember the last time I laughed or smiled so much that my jaw hurt. I’m so fucking happy.
And it has everything to do with Maddison.
All I want to do is recreate this night every chance I get for her. To see this happiness in her eyes. Always.
By the time we pull up at her apartment and I help her out of the truck, she’s grinning slyly. “Remember what happens next on my dream date?”
“As if I would forget. Get your sweet ass in that door.”
She giggles as my hand connects with her pert ass.
I shut the front door behind me and turn to face Maddison. She looks at me through heavily-lidded, lust-filled eyes. Each brush of my fingers against her skin, every time she’s pulled her lip into her mouth, rolling that plump red lip between her teeth, every time her hand ghosted along my thigh under the table at dinner.
I’m going out of my fucking mind for her.
And she knows it.
“Wait here, please,” she rasps.
I give her a singular nod as she turns on her heel and disappears into the door of her bedroom, then shuts it behind her. Unbuttoning the front buttons of my sports jacket, I sit on the sagging cushions of her worn couch, waiting.
Adrenaline mixed with a hazy amount of lust pumps through my veins.
I feel like I’ve waited for this moment for so fucking long, I have to tell myself to calm down, and savor it.
A few minutes later, the door of her bedroom cracks open, and she steps out. When she does, the breath is knocked from my lungs and I’m pretty sure I’ve swallowed my fucking tongue.
My mouth goes dry. “Holy fuck.” I can barely get it out, but somehow, the words escape me.
Maddison’s wearing nothing but a piece of white lace that barely covers her in all of the places I’m dying to touch. The lingerie leaves little to the imagination, the fabric covering her pert pink nipples, hugging her hips, to the tiny scrap of cloth between her legs.
Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants like a teenager.
“Do you like it?” she whispers. Judging by the way she’s fingering the strap at her leg, she’s nervous and fuck that.
I stand abruptly and stalk over to her, taking her jaw in my hands. “You look like a fucking angel. I’m in awe. God, Maddison, you’re perfect.”
Glancing back down, I drag my eyes over her body again, and stifle a groan. She’s got on cream and gold garters and her luscious ass is on display. I’ve never seen anything sexier, not in my entire life.
This woman was made for me.
“I was so nervous picking this out because my body… it’s so different now after Olive. I have stretch marks…，” she gestures down at her stomach, “I’m not as fit as I was before her. God, this is so embarrassing. I just wanted to be sexy for you.”
She moves to cover her face, but I quickly pull her hands away and tip her chin up. Her eyes seem darker tonight, stormy.
“This body? It carried my baby. There’s nothing sexier, and I’m going to spend all night proving it,” I rasp, emotion and lust seeming to have taken root in my chest by the woman standing in front of me. “I am crazy about you, about these curves.”
I drag my hands down her jaw to the slender slope of her throat, passing down her chest. Her pert nipples stand taut, pressing against the thin lace of her camisole. My hands brush against them as I continue my descent of her body, down the flat expanse of her stomach to her hips, where I grip her tightly, pressing her body against me.
My cock is so hard it’s straining against my zipper like it’s going to punch straight through.
“Do you feel this?” I flex my hips into her, and she whimpers slightly. “It’s for you, Maddison, and only you. You do this to me. You make me fucking insane with desire, and I know we’re supposed to be taking things slow, but the second you say that I can, I’m going to put another baby in you. You are mine.”
Her eyes widen slightly as she swallows. “You…You want to have another baby?”
I shrug. “I want to have all the babies with you. Nothing is sexier than your body, especially after carrying our daughter. Baby…” I trail off, squeezing her hips slightly, “when I said I was all in, I meant it. It wasn’t just some bullshit that I spewed to get you. I am in this. I am your partner, and Olive’s dad, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Before I even finish, Maddison’s on her tiptoes, angling her mouth to me and pressing those red-stained lips to mine. Her hands fist my shirt then travel up to the back of my neck, where she holds on as she thrusts her tongue into my mouth and whimpers against my lips.
Tearing from my lips, she pants, “That is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”
I grin. “If you think that’s sexy… how about I show you.”
She nods, then jumps up, wrapping her arms around my neck as I catch her. Her legs lock around my waist, and her trembling fingers work at my tie, loosening it from around my neck.
At this rate, I don’t think we’ll make it to the bedroom, as badly as I want her, and as frenzied as her hands are on me. Her nails sink into my neck as I close my mouth around her nipple through the lace fabric, and suck the tightened nub into my mouth, then graze my teeth over it. Her back arches, pressing her pussy against my aching cock.
"Briggs,” she breathes, tossing her head back.
“Please fucking tell me I can take this off,” I beg.
She giggles lowly and nods. I carry us through the living room, partially in the fucking dark, until her back hits the bedroom door. I suck at the sensitive spot on her neck that makes her crazy, and she writhes in my arms.
I fumble with the door handle of the bedroom, finally opening it. It swings open, revealing a pitch-black room, but thankfully, I know my way around her apartment with my eyes closed. I lay her back on the bed and stand, then flick on the lamp. The golden glow illuminates the room, and for a brief second, I take the time to appreciate the lingerie I know she picked out just for me.
It looks incredible, but my resolve has snapped, and I can’t wait another second to have her bare for me.