Maddox:
The moment Jules stepped out of my apartment, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.
Fuck.
Being that close to her again—her skin just barely beneath my fingertips, her breath mingling with mine, the soft pink flush across her cheeks—was like walking a tightrope over fire. I’d tasted the edge. I wanted to fall.
The way she looked at me… eyes wide with worry and want. That nervous little laugh. The way her breath caught when I leaned in, when my mouth found hers—no, half of hers—over a damn crab rangoon.
She was intoxicating.
But she wasn’t a game. Not some hot, messy fling I could get out of my system.
Jules wasn’t a spark. She was the match and the flame and the whole goddamn fire.
And I had to pull back before I lost control.
She deserved slow. She deserved to f
