“Do you want me to take them off?”
“No,” he said. “Please leave them on.”
His steely gaze met her eyes briefly, then he reached for her hips again and hugged her to his face. She writhed against him, helpless in his grasp. But Ramsey didn’t wait for her to get comfortable, that dirty tongue invaded her pussy, finding her clitoris instantly. His fingers followed, and she watched eagerly as he stroked and licked her crazy. She pumped her hips, riding his face like his dick was inside her. But she didn’t care, he knew exactly what he was doing, and Madison wanted all of him.
Seconds later, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thumb. His tongue coiled around her tender flesh, lifting her higher and higher. His fingers tickled her other entrance at the same time. The man refused to neglect any part of her body. Although Madison had never done anything like this before, she felt surprisingly relaxed and safe.
“Drape your leg over my shoulder,” he commanded, his face never leaving her pussy.
She lifted her foot and Ramsey guided it to his shoulder. She wondered then if he had some kind of fetish, the man had warned her about his like of high dollar heels resting on his shoulder.
“That’s right, baby, open up to me.” He spread her lips with his fingers and sank his tongue deep inside her again.
“R-Ramsey.” The pressure was building. A flutter and wave of warmth followed. Shit. She couldn’t hold it in.
Ramsey milked her with his lips, swallowing her liquid heat as she came all over his face.
Staying upright wasn’t an option, not after her body just imploded and exploded at the same time. Just when she thought she’d wilt, Ramsey’s strong arms propped her up. He silently guided her across the bedroom, to that oversized mattress. She welcomed the soft support of the bed underneath her, watching him strip.
He saved his shorts for last, sliding the soft material down his incredible legs. Bronzed, muscled thighs—ones Madison wouldn’t mind getting locked between. Then she met his beautiful cock, her eyes incapable of looking anywhere else. Hunger unleashed inside her. It had been way too long since she’d had sex.
“Do you like what you see, Madison?” he asked as he slid over her, bringing her arms above her head, his fingers interlacing with hers.
She stared at him, almost too intimidated to speak. “Yes.”
“Good.” Ramsey De Wolfe didn’t waste his time or energy on frivolous talk. He simply shut her up with another mind-bending kiss, then released her hands and mouth, and focused on her breasts.
He sucked the left nipple first, his fingers pinching and teasing the other. Madison threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair, unafraid to express her enthusiasm by pulling it hard. It didn’t faze him as he absorbed her flesh, suckling harder and harder. Then his fingers roamed southward, tickling her navel, then her pussy. The man liked to get so close, then pull away. He did it again and again. She could feel the heat and wetness between her legs. That first orgasm had only served the same purpose as an appetizer, meant to appease her for the moment and keep her wanting more.
And dear God, she craved much more. But she also didn’t want to waste any time, getting him inside her was the ultimate goal. Not the tiny, seductive kisses and the occasional tease of his fingertips dipping inside her.
No, she wanted all of him.
As if he read her mind, Ramsey retreated to his dresser and opened a drawer. She watched as he rolled on a condom, then returned to the bed, his liquid gaze sweeping over her as he lowered himself on top of her.
He positioned himself at her opening and grinded against her. He groaned in appreciation, his fingers latching onto her arms. “The first one was for you,” he choked out.
“The second is for you,” she finished, meaning the orgasm she wanted him to have.
Ramsey‘s arrogant smile flickered across his perfect features again, but then disappeared the second he powered forward, sinking inside her a few inches. Madison shifted underneath him to accommodate his size, locking her ankles behind his back in an attempt to capture his body. He didn’t require any help, he pumped those hips a second time, filling her completely. She held her breath, the realization that she was lying underneath the man she’d idolized forever washing over her. This was never supposed to happen.
Instead, she imagined herself dressed in a power skirt suit seated in one of the museum conference rooms drilling Ramsey De Wolfe for answers to all the interview questions she’d come up with over the years. The vision faded quickly as she screamed his name. “Ramsey…”
“I don’t know where your mind wandered to Madison, but right now, you belong to me.” He hammered deeper to drive his point home.
Then he let out a growl as he lowered his face to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue overwhelming hers. Hell, his whole body dominated her. And if given the chance, he’d probably reduce her to a quavering pile of mush.
Twenty minutes later, both impressed and terrified by his endurance and strength, Madison realized she couldn’t keep up with him. Her body was exhausted. How did he last so long? She stared up at him, but he was focused on the erotic vision between their legs, watching himself slide in and out of her.
“I-I…” Tongue-tied again.
“Hold on, baby.” Again he knew what to do, pulled out gently, and flipped her onto her stomach.
She grabbed two of his pillows and positioned them under her chest, preparing for what she knew would be the ride of her life.
Ramsey nudged her legs apart. “Raise that perfect ass higher.”
She responded immediately.
But nothing happened, and Madison looked nervously over her shoulder. Was something wrong?
“Do you know how lovely you are from behind?” he asked. “Heart-shaped ass and the prettiest arch in your back I’ve ever seen.”
Madison closed her eyes and swallowed hard, her throat unusually dry. How many women did he have to compare her to? Dozens? Hundreds? When his fingers invaded her pussy, she no longer cared. His thumb circled her clit; electrifying sensations webbed throughout her body. And just as that first pulse of orgasm started to rise, he gripped her hips, and rammed himself inside her again, reigniting her desire.
Madison dug her fingernails into the bedspread, nothing was supposed to feel this good. Sweat covered her body. She sensed his insatiable lust and the need to burn off whatever frustrations he possessed. And for some unknown reason, she was willing to be the vessel that gave him that relief.
“Madison…”
Oh God… Here it came. With a last jerk of his magnificent body, Ramsey sent them both tumbling over the edge.
CHAPTER FIVE
The little minx had taken him by surprise. She tasted like heaven—everywhere. And those endless little moans and breathy sighs drove him crazy. In a good way. So much so, as soon as he finished coming, he stretched out beside her and rolled her into his arms. A luxury he rarely offered a woman after sex. But damn if she didn’t feel right curled against him. He traced an imaginary line up her slim arm, loving the feel of her soft skin.
She smiled, looking just a little spent. If Ramsey had his way, after a brief respite, he’d have her on her knees again.
“Do you want a glass of wine?” he asked.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep if I drink too much alcohol,” she said.
“I won’t let you,” he promised. “But I have bottled water and juice, too.”
She kissed his hand, holding onto it like she thought he might disappear if she didn’t. “Did you feel good?”
He heard the slight tremor in her voice. On stage Madison Blake appeared refreshingly confident and in complete control of the crowd. Beautiful women often harbored some of the deepest self-doubt. “Yes.”
Dozens of men had salivated over her, and Ramsey remembered not liking how that felt. Not when he had his sights set on her. Not when he wanted to fuck her. Another unusual reaction for him. Women were like any other commodity on the market, if a man wanted the bes
t, you paid for what you got.
But tonight she’d agreed to go home with him without a fuss. No dinner and drinks at a five star restaurant downtown, no ride in his Porsche, and little in the way of conversation. The chemistry between them had seemed proof enough of why it should happen. And she’d come to him wearing combat boots and a grin. Why did that excite him so much? Those worn out shoes were uglier than sin.
He gave her a squeeze before he slipped out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To get that drink, sweetheart. You have a way of draining all my energy, I need to recharge.”
He padded downstairs to the kitchen and his cell phone vibrated on the counter. He checked caller ID in case it was an emergency. Nope, just Laura Denton, a woman he met at the Atlanta airport a month ago. They fucked in the executive bathroom. Somehow the brunette had sweet talked him out of his phone number. Good thing he kept a throwaway phone reserved for his one nighters. It kept things organized. The call eventually went to voice mail and Ramsey poured himself a shot of Old Rip Van Winkle, an expensive Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey. It went down smooth, and he filled the glass again, then grabbed a bottled water from the fridge for Madison.
The phone chimed to life again, but Ramsey ignored it this time. In the morning he’d probably have half a dozen angry voice mails to erase.
He returned to the bedroom and found Madison asleep. She had every reason to be tired, working two jobs. Instead of waking her up, he claimed the leather wingback chair across the way from his bed. He rolled the dark liquid in his glass, appreciating how tiny she looked curled up like a kitten. That mattress had cost a fortune, manufactured and shipped from a specialty company in Germany. He’d gotten it for this very reason, ample room to wrestle with his playmates.
Madison looked younger than twenty-six under the soft, recessed lighting. She could pass for eighteen dressed the way she was after her set on stage. He took a generous sip of the liquor; it mentally washed away any wrongdoing for seducing a nice girl like Madison. That’s what it took to make Ramsey feel whole, a generous amount of alcohol and a different woman in his bed every weekend.
After he finished his drink, he set the glass aside and wandered back to bed, slipping underneath the covers where Madison had settled after he left. She moaned in her sleep, scooting closer to his warmth. He let her, welcoming her into his arms. Something about this girl left him wanting more. Or maybe he should blame his lapse in judgment on the aftereffects of exquisite sex and strong booze.
Ramsey never changed. He’d lived by the same rules since he graduated the academy. Mix in a family curse, and it all made sense. As he pondered that, Madison’s warm hand closed around his cock. He instantly shut his eyes, letting pleasure take over. She milked him slowly at first, working the head gently, her smooth movements aided by his precome. His damned erection had never gone away really, not even after he exploded inside her.
He repositioned himself, tucking the arm his head had been resting on underneath the covers. If she wanted a second go, who was he to deny her?
After several minutes, he opened his eyes, catching her stare. How long had she been watching him? “I have a ferocious need to taste you again,” he said, inching down the mattress until his face disappeared under the covers.
Madison yelped in shock as he splayed his fingers across both of her thighs, forcing them apart. Her wet warmth tempted him too easily. Fuck. Burning up with more than simple lust, he yanked the covers off, exposing her to the lights. Ramsey needed to see the look of pleasure on her face as he licked her. Claimed her. Fucked her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk a straight line tomorrow. That’s what this woman did to him. Brought out the best and worst of his wolf-like instincts.
He plastered his face to her Brazilian strip of blond hair, tickling it with the tip of his tongue, then followed it lower. Her tight little pussy glistened with excitement, her swollen lips in desperate need of his dick. Her feminine scent invaded his senses, and that’s when he knew he couldn’t be gentle.
He cupped her ass cheeks, then lifted her to his face. His tongue unleashed—sweeping over her soft flesh. She tried to wiggle free of his grasp, but he growled in protest, locking her in place. As rabid as any Alpha protecting what was his, Ramsey didn’t hold back, and couldn’t if he wanted to. He’d strip Madison of all her inhibitions, then punish her with multiple orgasms for fucking with his mind, intentional or not.
Her orgasm came in one violent wave, her shrill scream of gratification filled his bedroom. If she thought that earned her another rest, the girl didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into by agreeing to go home with him. He released her and crawled up her body, finding her fuck-me mouth. That’s right, Madison, you belong to me tonight…
She framed his face between both hands. “I’ve never…”
“Felt like this before?” he finished for her, knowing exactly what she meant.
She nodded.
“I told you to never be ashamed of sex, it’s instinctual.” He silenced her with his tongue, breaching her core at the same time.
And for the first time in his life, the moment her inner muscles clenched around his cock, he nearly lost it. Ramsey went rigid.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he lied. Their bodies fit so perfectly together. He swallowed and took a deep breath. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Minutes later powerful tremors ripped through Ramsey, but he refused to stop. Blessed with the ability to come and still maintain an erection, he sought release again. Madison melted underneath him, meeting his hips stroke-for-stroke. With a little training, she’d make the perfect lover.
***
Bright sunlight bathed the kitchen in hues of orange and gold. Ramsey usually slept in on the weekend, but for some unknown reason, he opened his eyes at seven sharp and couldn’t fall back asleep. His housekeeper had weekends off, so he went to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. It had been a long time since he’d watched the sunrise from here. As always, it reminded him why he chose this condominium. The view of the lake was spectacular. A couple sailboats passed by, and he wondered if Madison enjoyed the water as much as he did.
The machine flashed, alerting him the coffee was done. He grabbed a mug from the counter and filled it. Moments like this were rare, and he didn’t regret letting his beautiful guest spend the night. She’d given him something to remember, and in exchange for her selfless performance, she deserved breakfast in bed. Another deviation from his stringent rules. But Ramsey didn’t give a shit, he’d fucked a girl wearing fuzzy socks all night. That meant something.
He scrambled some eggs and buttered toast, then mixed fresh blueberries with Greek yogurt before setting it all up on a tray. Two cups of fresh coffee completed the feast and he tracked upstairs to picnic on the bed with Madison. With her still napping, he set the tray on the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the bed. He tucked a few stray hears behind her ear before calling to her.
“Sweet Madison,” he said. “Time to wake up.”
She shifted, then her eyes fluttered open. Emerald eyes met his gaze and he smiled, pleased she looked good enough to eat in the AM. She sniffed the air.
“I smell coffee.”
“Indeed you do.” He offered her a mug. “Good morning.”
She took a sip before answering. “Good morning, I think. What time is it?”
“Almost eight.”
Madison Tucked her knees under her chin, holding the hot cup with both hands. “Thanks for letting me spend the night. I’m pretty sure I was too tired to take a cab home.”
If she knew how many times he wanted to wake her, she might not be so grateful. “Are you hungry?” Ramsey reached for the tray, then placed it between them on the mattress. “I’m not a practiced cook, so this is all you get.” He picked up a fork and shoveled some eggs into his mouth.
She tilted her head. “Not a practiced cook? After what you told me at the cl
ub last night … even offered references?”
He snorted. “Breakfast wasn’t on the agenda.” It sounded more arrogant than he’d intended. “Last night was a pleasant surprise, Madison. That kind of chemistry is rare. And I know how hard you work.”
She didn’t look convinced. “You mean Anzio told you about me?”
Ramsey set the fork on his plate, then folded his hands. “Yes. I promised to take care of you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Anzio is a family friend, guess I should have disclosed that before you offered to talk to him.”
“It wouldn’t have dissuaded me, Madison. I was determined to have you.”
Her cheeks flushed instantly. “Are you always so direct?”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “Of course.”
“It’s unsettling.”
“Like this?” Ramsey leaned forward and traced her delicate jaw line
She closed her eyes and let her head recline against his hand.
He growled with approval. “See how responsive your body is to my touch?”
“It’s purely subconscious,” she tried to explain it away.
“Is it? Look at me, Madison.”
She opened her eyes.
“Do you really believe that, or are you searching for an excuse because you need to find a way to make yourself feel better about sleeping with a stranger?”
She averted her eyes as if in deep thought, then her head snapped up. “I already told you I’ve never had a one-night-stand. It really does go against everything I believe in. But there’s something about you. And if we’re being brutally honest, I admit that you aren’t really a stranger.”
Ramsey withdrew his hand. What did she mean exactly? He knew how to read people. Body language revealed more than the average person knew. That’s what gave him the edge over most cops. He had a natural gift for identifying the slightest inconsistencies in people’s stories or detecting a hint of change in someone’s tone. It all came down to emotions. And what was Madison feeling?
“Care to explain?”
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