“You about ready to blast off?” He turned the ignition on and gunned the engine of the little red sports car.
Madison’s reply was breathy and heart-felt.
“Oh, yes, please.”
CHAPTER 10
Jake drew the car to a halt in front of Madison’s little cottage. Cutting the engine, he turned to face her. “So, did you enjoy the evening?”
Madison released the seat belt and twisted sideways to look at him. “It was great. It does a girl good to dress up now and then. I haven’t been out much since I moved here.”
The words were enthusiastic, but the tone sounded a bit off. Shit, maybe his dating technique was so damned old-fashioned he’d made a lousy impression, despite her comments to the contrary. And just maybe Courtney was right. He was boring. There was only one way to find out. Ask her and hoped she had the decency to tell him the truth.
“Is there a problem, Madison? I’m sorry if you didn’t have a good time tonight.”
“Um…no, I, ah, I really did enjoy the evening. You were great company, the perfect date.”
She looked nervous, twisting her hands together in her lap. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, as if she wanted to tell him something, but didn’t know how to do it.
“Are you sure nothing is wrong?”
“Ah…it’s just…well, I know my mother is picking up the tab for your services, but what about expenses?” She held her hand out to him for a moment before letting it drop back into her lap. “Um…the dinner, Jake. You’ll have to let me know how much it cost so I can write a check for you.”
Jake stared at her for a minute before he found his voice. “Madison, what are you talking about?”
“Well, I’m not…I don’t know the rules for dating a stud. I assumed I had to pay all expenses.”
“When I take a woman on a date, I sure as hell don’t hand her a bill at the end of the evening.” Anger whipped through Jake at the mere thought. What the fuck did Madison think he was?
Oh yeah, right, a paid stud. How the heck was he supposed to correct her without giving away the fact he’d lied to her?
“But isn’t that standard practice for stud services?” She frowned. “I guess it goes on the bill to my mother. I’ll have to ask her how much it was so I can fix her up.”
Jake felt his pulse speed up at the thought of her talking to her mother about this. The moment she did, the game was up. She’d know he’d lied. He needed more time. Time for her to learn to appreciate him in her life. Without the taint of being a paid escort.
“There won’t be any bill for your mother, or you, to worry about.”
Madison frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I won’t be sending your mother any bills. Now or in the future.” He reached across the center console and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m not doing this for money. I don’t need to be paid to spend time with you. There will be no charge. I just want to help you.”
God, that sounded so crass. He tried again. “I like you, Madison. I want to spend time with you. Who knows where it will lead, but I think it’s important to find out.”
Madison narrowed her eyes and stared at him. “I don’t want your pity, Jake. Just because I’m hopeless when it comes to sex—”
Jake tightened his grip on her shoulders and pulled her close. He swooped in, ground his mouth down on hers. The moment his lips met hers, the anger evaporated and he submerged himself in the taste of her. He gentled the kiss, running the tip of his tongue along her mouth. When she let him in, he almost groaned out loud.
She might think she was a novice in the bedroom, but she sure knew how to kiss. Lust hit him, like a fist to the gut. She sent her tongue on a quest, teased him, tantalized him, nearly drove him crazy. God help him, he was drowning.
He drew back from the kiss, looked down at her and struggled to catch his breath. His voice was a husky croak as he said, “Does that feel like pity to you?”
Madison let her head fall forward to rest on Jake’s shoulder. She released her breath on a deep sigh, struggling to calm the loud thump of her heart. It was an effort to force her fingers to uncurl where she had a death-grip on the fabric of Jake’s shirt. When had she done that? With her palm now flattened on his chest, she could feel the beat of his heart as it marched in time with her own.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
“Oh, yeah.” She racked her brain for something else to say. “Oh, boy.”
Jake chuckled. “Oh, boy is about right. You pack quite a punch, Ms. Paxton.” He closed his arms about her and tried to pull her closer.
“Um, there is one thing, Jake.” Madison struggled to make her voice sound normal.
“Hmm, what’s that?” Jake nuzzled at the soft skin below her ear.
“There’s something hard poking at me.”
She stared down at the hard bulge pulling Jake’s trousers tight across his lower body. She didn’t need to ask how Jake was feeling. His body told her all she needed to know. Moonlight slanted in through the windscreen, giving her a glimpse of the flush of red that stained Jake’s face. Good gracious, she’d embarrassed the man, and him an experienced stud.
Madison pulled back from him, a grin curving her lips. “The gear stick. It’s digging into my stomach.”
There was a moment of silence before Jake burst out laughing, the sound filling the interior of the vehicle and making Madison laugh right along with him. It helped to defuse the tension in the pit of her stomach.
“Ah, Madison, you’re good for me,” Jake said as he reached out for her again. “Turn round and lift your legs up onto the seat.”
With a frown, she did as he asked. What was he up to now? A squeal escaped her as he grasped her under the arms, lifted her over the gear stick and settled her on his lap. Her legs stretched over the center console, her black dress parted and flashed the length of her thigh.
She tried to twitch the fabric back over her legs and then gave up. An exercise in futility, the material caught up underneath her. All her squirming around just made her more conscious of the hard, muscled thighs under her ass. And something else. Jake might be employed as a stud, he might do this for a living, but he was just as turned on as she’d been by that kiss. The evidence was irrefutable and growing by the minute.
“I can’t believe it,” Jake said as he pulled Madison close to his chest. “Thirty-nine years old and here I am necking in the front of a sports car like a kid.”
“So are we going to neck?” Madison slid her arms up and maneuvered his head down toward her.
“You bet.” He lowered his head and proceeded to drop soft kisses along her cheekbone. “All education should start at the beginning. You said you’d missed out on the fun of dating when you got married so young. This is your first lesson in teenage relationships.”
“Oh, I do like school.” As Jake continued to cover her face with kisses, the breath caught in her throat. When he took the lobe of her ear between his teeth, she shivered. He swirled his tongue around the furled edge, dragging a gasp from her. She hadn’t realized his kissing her ear could be such a turn-on.
She twisted in his lap, trying to get closer. When he tilted her head up and trailed his hot mouth along her jaw, sensation wrapped about her. The faint, woodsy scent of his aftershave teased her senses, made her want more. Much more.
Impatient now for the touch of his mouth on hers, she tugged at his hair. Jake needed no further urging. His lips branded her, his tongue lapped at the corner of her mouth. Madison opened her mouth and welcomed the thrust and parry of his tongue, met him with equal fervor. He tasted of the brandy they’d finished the meal off with. And so much more. Sin, dark and sweet. It fired her blood, caused a spiral of tension to coil deep in her belly. Her clit throbbed, the little thong she was wearing useless against the dampness between her thighs. For the first time in her life, she wanted to grab a man, rip his clothes off and devour him inch by inch.
When Jake pulled away, Madison
couldn’t help the groan of disappointment that feathered across her lips. He moved her so she lay over one arm and brushed his fingers against the underside of her breast. Now she moaned for an entirely different reason. Need slammed into her, making the breath catch in her throat. She arched her neck, offering herself up to him, whimpering because he wouldn’t move fast enough. Just the soft caress of his fingers when she wanted him to grasp her breast, tweak her throbbing nipple.
“See how responsive your body is, Madison? We don’t need a bed for you to learn there’s nothing wrong with you. All the problems lay with your husband.”
“Ex.” she managed around the lump lodged in her throat. She lost the ability to speak as he feathered a string of kisses down her neck until he could nibble at the pulse that beat out a mad tattoo at the base of her throat.
“Do you like the feel of that, sweet Madison?” he whispered against her heated skin.
“Oh, my.” It was the only thing she could think of to say. Jake moved his hand to clasp her breast through the slinky fabric of her dress and the breath gusted from her lungs.
“And how about this?”
He took the weight of her breast into his hand, ran his thumb over the turgid peak. She gasped and her whole body shuddered as a surge of sensation swept through her. Jake’s head dipped lower, his mouth nudged at her breast. He took her nipple, dress and all, between his teeth and she thought she’d pass out at the overload of emotions that assaulted her.
Heat streaked down her body, coalescing into a raging inferno in her core. She cried out, her breathing choppy and labored, “Jake, I can’t—”
“Oh, yes, you can, Madison. This is only the appetizer.” He sat her up and ran one hand down her back while the other continued to caress her breast. “You know what I’ve been thinking about all night?”
It took a moment for her to gather her thoughts. Her brain had turned to mush. “What’s that?”
“I’ve dreamt about that black underwear your mother bought for you. All night it’s driven me crazy wondering if that’s what you’ve got on under this sexy dress.”
On a surge of daring confidence, Madison leaned forward. Her voice was husky as she said, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
She shivered when she felt his fingers at the back of her neck and heard the rasp as he lowered the zip. When the fabric gaped, his fingers ran down over the ridge of her spine, generating a fire that made her squirm in his lap. The feel of his hard cock beneath her ass just increased her excitement.
She couldn’t believe how forward she was being. Somehow, Jake made it easy. It had never been like this with Clifton. When Jake pressed her back and lowered the front of her dress to expose her breasts, all thoughts of her ex-husband were driven from her mind.
“Lord, I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” he whispered.
For a moment, Madison wanted to cross her arms over her chest and hide herself from his view. She glanced down to see her torso gilded by moonlight, the sight taking on an erotic overtone. Her bra was black as the night sky, but as sheer as gossamer. With every rapid breath she took, her nipples played peek-a-boo with the lace trim along the abbreviated cup.
One look at Jake’s face made the blood race through her veins. His face was etched with hunger, sexual hunger, hunger for her. Greatly daring, she cupped her breasts, sliding her thumbs over the pebbled nipples. “You like what you see, Jake?”
In answer, he bent his head and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of her bra, nudging the lace aside. He took the hardened crest into his mouth and suckled. Madison jerked in response. With each pull of his mouth, soft breathy moans trembled on her lips.
She was totally compliant when he moved his hand behind her, unclipped the bra and slid it off her shoulders.
“Jake,” Madison whispered just moments before he captured her lips in another deep kiss. She needed no urging this time. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting forward to tangle with his. Another moan escaped her as she felt his wild caresses on her breasts. And when he pushed her dress down and his fingers glided across her stomach, her muscles clenched and her body arched.
A fit of trembling attacked her when Jake slid his hand down her silk-clad leg, before reversing the direction to brush at the inside of her thigh. She tried to catch her breath, but the sensations were too intense. So much fire. A conflagration that swept through her blood and threatened to overtake her.
For a moment, she felt lost, tossed adrift in a wild sea of emotion. The tension inside her tightened as Jake took advantage of the split in her dress and skimmed his fingers along the elastic at the top of her underwear. When he flattened his hand over the triangle of sheer material at the front of the little black thong, she held her breath, waiting for his next move. Shivers feathered up and down her spine. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. The anticipation built to such tremendous proportions she thought she might pass out.
Please God, don’t let him stop. Her body took over, her hips lifted, sought his touch. She wanted more. So much more.
“Is this what you want, sweet Madison?”
Jake’s husky voice cut through the fire inside her and lodged in her mind, but before she could respond, he moved his hand down to cup the heat of her. Madison cried out, her body trembling as she fought to ease the ache between her legs. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
“The panty hose, Jake.” She had to struggle to form the words. Her mind was too focused on her body and its needs. On the throb of her clit, the pulsing deep in her core. “Take—”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said as he slid his hand up to the band of her panty hose.
Madison wriggled on his lap, stretched her body out further and lifted her hips to make it easier for him. Her foot connected with the door of the car and she started to giggle, the tension broken for the moment by the incongruity of the situation. “I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I shouldn’t laugh.”
He stripped the panty hose away and dropped them on the floor before he trailed his hand up the inside of her leg again. “Why not? Sex doesn’t have to be all serious and quiet, hidden behind the bedroom door.” He grinned. “Of course, the front seat of a convertible is perhaps not the ideal place for making out.”
She sucked in a shaky breath as he traced his fingers along the edge of her tiny thong, across her lower stomach and down between her thighs. She parted her legs, allowing him free access. Her body took on a mind of its own, her hips thrusting to catch the movement of his hand.
The pressure inside started to build again as Jake inserted his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Her breathing grew ragged and she was sure her heart would jump right out of her chest. She could feel Jake’s heart beat right along with her own. Hard and fast. Could feel his rigid erection beneath her ass. Heard him gasp as she rubbed against him.
Jake gritted his teeth and tried to slow the pace, but Madison wasn’t having any of it. She squirmed in his lap, her breath a series of needy little sobs that made the blood rush through his veins. One hand clutched at his shoulder, the points of her nails digging in. Her hips rose and fell as she tried to meet his hand and he was more than happy to oblige her.
He pulled her closer so her breasts were crushed against his chest. He would have liked to have taken off his shirt so he could feel her skin against his, but this night was for her, to show her she wasn’t frigid.
His fingers shook as he skimmed his hand across her bottom, bare but for the thong. Hooking the elastic of her panties, he pulled them down. Madison, more than willing, raised her hips again. Moonlight glinted on the fair curls at the juncture of her thighs. He traced around the triangle before he feathered his fingers over the delicate folds of flesh, parting her to find the sensitive little nub of her clit. Now she was open to his view, a feast for the senses. Every stroke of his hand generated a response. How the hell could that idiot she married think she was frigid? Then rational thought receded and he gave himself over to making this special f
or Madison.
“I want—”
She was hot and wet when he slid two fingers just inside her pussy. Madison gasped and moved her hips, pushing herself against his hand. He withdrew and thrust again, deeper this time. Madison took up the rhythm, raising and lowering her body to meet his movement. God, he couldn’t believe how wet she was, the musky scent filling the interior of the vehicle. Jake struggled for control, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening with need.
“Does this make you feel good?” He added a third finger, stretching her, feeling the creamy dampness on his fingers.
Madison tilted her hips to meet his next thrust. When he removed his hand, she cried out as if in frustration, only to gasp when he thrust deep again.
Jake groaned at the sight before him. Madison, totally exposed to him. Fucking hell, what a turn-on, to watch this woman take her pleasure. He wet his thumb in her moisture and rubbed it over her engorged clit, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth as he fought to hang on to his own need. Madison clamped her thighs about his hand and rode him faster. He thrust harder, deeper. Carried her along on the ride to sexual gratification.
Her movements grew more frenzied, her hips lifted higher. She grasped his hand, pulling him in. Her head was thrown back, her breathing a series of harsh sobs. Then, deep inside her, he felt the first ripples of her orgasm. He captured her mouth, the thrust of his tongue mimicking the plunge of his fingers. Her body suddenly arched like a bow. She pulled her head back and cried out, calling his name. One final thrust and she shattered in his arms.
Madison gasped for breath, trying to hold back the tide, but the force of the spasms sweeping through her allowed her no respite. Her only anchor in a world of molten heat, of heart-stopping emotions, was Jake. As everything flipped out of control, she clutched at his shirt, tears of astonishment wetting the fine fabric. She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to hang on to the feelings that coursed through her.
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