Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Harper

“Don’t move,” Maddox said, making me sit still in my corner.

After he positioned the phone on his side of the door, he came real close, the scent of his cologne filling the air.

He then placed his knee right between my legs, trapping my body by placing a hand on the backrest and the space next to my hip that was near the limousine door.

I glanced at the phone filming on the other side, his fingers on my chin quickly bringing my gaze back to his.

The heat from his body mixed with the warmth of his breath made me want to lean forward and place my lips on his.

Suddenly, he sat up and said, “That might be a bit too much. Come here.”

I realized just how right he was, so I sat up and scooted towards him until the side of my thigh came in contact with his.

I looked up at him and he threw his arm around me, making me close my eyes before his lips even met mine and when they did, I followed his slow pace. Not only was he doing it for the video he wanted to post, he also wanted to tease me.

We’d kissed a few times at the estate in front of Grayson, but not in the way we did at that moment.

Just when he began to slow down even more, I thought that was it and he was going to pull away, but my breath hitched against his lips when I felt his hand on my knee, pushing up my dress until his hand gently stroked my bare thigh.

His fingertips pressed against the side of my thigh, like he was trying to move his hand further to the back. Because I wanted to feel him touch me wherever he felt like, I slightly raised that side of my body to give him more access and he smirked against my lips. His hand latched onto my ass, squeezing it a few times as he shoved his tongue in my mouth, his pace now quicker and more dominant.

I had expected him to be that way the previous night when he’d dropped me off. But as he took the lead while we were on that seat, I was well aware that was exactly how he wanted to see me – desperate for everything he always did to me.

Suddenly, he placed both hands on my hips and lifted me to make me straddle him. I gasped as I landed on his crotch, my arms wrapping around his neck while he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue.

After pushing my dress all the way up to my waist, his large hands firmly grabbed my ass and he squeezed with a soft groan that made me wish he’d done it right against my ear.

I still wanted to taste the softness of his lips, but he pulled away, trailing his kisses down to my neck and exposed collarbone.

I inhaled sensually, running my hands through his silky hair.

The heat rushing between my legs was so rapid that I felt my nipples harden and rub against his chest. That was because I could feel him growing harder as his cock poked my clothed pussy and I was so in the moment that I loosened a few buttons on his jacket and shirt to feel his bare chest with my hand.

He grabbed the fabric of my underwear, like he had the urge to rip it with his bare hands and I anticipated that moment as I continued to melt into the feeling of his caresses all over my neck and collarbone.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring and I rolled my eyes with a mix of pleasure and annoyance. I was in the middle of something so sensual that I didn’t want anything to get in the way. I let it ring until it stopped, waiting for him to slide my panties to the side so he could do whatever he wanted to me, but it began to ring again and this time, he put a stop to everything at once, dropping his hands and looking up at my face.

“You might want to take that,” he said, his breath heavy.

I hid my irritation with a deep exhale, took my hand out of his shirt, got off of him and took a seat again.

As I reached for my purse, I was still trying to catch my breath and I could sense him from the corner of my eye watching me.

We might have put a stop to everything, but I could feel the wetness between my legs. Fuck I wanted him. He always knew how to get to me.

As soon as I took out my phone, my face beamed.

“Who is it?” he asked with curiosity, reaching for his phone to stop the recording, which had already gone too far.

“It’s Dean.”

He immediately looked at his side of the window and I wasn’t able to read his expression. He must’ve just wanted to give me some space, but I wanted the opposite.

“I can call him back later when I’m home.” I just wanted to feel Maddox touch me again.

“I don’t mind. You can talk to him now. It’s not like I’m actually your boyfriend or anything.”

I thought it was meant to be funny, so I chuckled, but he didn’t and he kept his gaze out the window.

“I just have so much work to do. Right now, there’s something that needs to be done by 7 PM or the deal falls through. That’s like an hour from now,”

I kept watching his facial expressions, hoping to see that lust in his eyes that drove me wild, but there was nothing. I should’ve let it go, but I just couldn’t.

When the limousine parked in my driveway, he opened the door for me after the chauffeur opened his, as usual.

I was getting closer to finding out if he was going to stay a while or leave, but as soon as my heels landed on the ground, I began to lean towards one possibility over the other as he took a few steps back, like he didn’t want to be close to me. What was going on with him? Wasn’t he the one who had been all over me in the limousine?

I then realized it had to be one of his tricks, acting distant before holding me so close that our bodies felt like they were glued to each other.

“So, you’re really moving back to San Francisco,” I said, trying to shut out all my desires.

“Yeah, for you.”

My head shot in his direction at how that sounded and he must’ve realized it too as I caught his scoff.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he clarified.

“I know what you meant.” I faced the front door again. “But isn’t that a bit too much for you since you have more to do in London?”

He sighed confidently. “I have everything in place. You only need to follow my lead.”

I shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

I got to the door, took out the keys from my purse and inserted them in the keyhole. It took me a few seconds to unlock as I wondered what he was going to be like.

For my own selfish reasons, I wanted him to come in. What if he couldn’t stay, like the previous day?

I even thought about being direct, just as I was the first time, but on that night, it was Grayson’s wedding and I’d been deeply hurt.

Then, I thought to myself, fuck it, so I unlocked the door, looked back at him and said, “Coming in?”