by Cathryn Fox
“You don’t want to sit with your friends?”
He ran his hands down her arms, and her pulse leapt. In a voice that was low, he said, “I think I want you all to myself tonight.”
They walked to the secluded area and she laid out her blanket. Brad dropped down beside her and she became acutely aware of his closeness, acutely aware of the way her body was humming, eager to get naked with him again. As she hugged herself and scanned the crowd, she thought back to earlier that morning, to the way he forced her to expose herself to him. She couldn’t believe the way he made her feel so sexy as he indulged in her naked body.
A warm quiver moved through her as she caught Brad’s gaze. His eyes locked on hers and they shared a secret smile, one that set her body on fire and had her breathing a little quicker.
As they sat there in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company, a few more people came and threw their blankets down next to them. A short while later, the fireworks started, and with darkness obscuring their identities, Madison leaned in to him. He put his arm around her and as he held her, rubbing his hand up and down her arm to create heat, a barrage of emotions moved through her. Her heart leapt and she swallowed against the tightness in her throat. Honestly, she’d never felt so close to him before, and quite frankly, was annoyed with herself for letting her emotions get the better of her.
Refusing to dwell on the things he made her feel, she concentrated only on the pretty display lighting up the night sky. When the fireworks were over, Brad climbed to his feet, and hauled her up with him. Her body collided with his, and as everyone gathered up their blankets, he put his mouth close to her ear. “I think I’m ready for that kiss.”
“Here?” she asked.
He glanced around and she could feel the tension in his body. “Probably not a good idea, but Jesus, Madison, I want you so much, I’m not sure I can make it back to your place.”
Butterflies filled her stomach. “You do?”
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled, looking a little rugged, a little dangerous.
She grabbed the blanket, and bundled it in her arms, her entire body quivering in anticipation. “Then let’s hurry.”
They rushed back to Brad’s truck, and as they drove through town, his hand crept across the cab to capture hers. Every few minutes he kept glancing her way, and she wished he wouldn’t, because the hungry, predatory look in his eyes made it hard for her to breathe.
What felt like an eternity later, they pulled into her parking lot, and Brad climbed from the truck. She slid from her seat and met him at the front of the vehicle.
She fished her key from her purse, and Brad took it from her. They entered through the café door, and his hand closed over hers once they were inside. Silence ensued as he led her up the stairs to her apartment on the top level. They walked to her bedroom and after they entered, Brad shut the door behind them, leaving the lights on.
He turned to her. His eyes skirted over her body and she made a strangled noise, the sound bringing his attention back to her face.
“You’re so beautiful.”
When she didn’t say anything, he eyed her with suspicion. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
She looked down, and even though being with him made her feel more confident in her physical appearance, deep inside she was still just a laid-back homebody at heart, one who was more comfortable in her glasses and easy-fitting clothes. And of course she couldn’t forget the fact that she slept with a bite plate.
If only he thought that girl was beautiful…
“You don’t believe me?”
“Brad—”
“I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his voice caressing her all over, the desire in his eyes touching the depths of her soul. “Jesus, Madison. I thought I was going to have to kill Josh tonight.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Didn’t you see the way he was looking at you?”
She shook her head. “No, not really.”
Brad scrubbed his hand over his jaw. “Come here.”
She moved toward him and he met her halfway. He spun her around to face the rectangular mirror over her bureau and pressed his chest to her back.
“Look at yourself.”
“I’m looking,” she responded, barely able to concentrate as his erection caressed her back, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he did indeed find her physically beautiful.
“Do you not see what I see? Feel what I feel?” He pulled her hair from her shoulders, then ran his hand along her lush curves.
Her body quivered beneath his touch and when he feathered his hot mouth along her neck she began trembling. His hands trailed along her sides, then he inched back to pull her sweater from her shoulders, a low growl of longing rising up from his throat.
As sexual energy leapt between them, he brushed the underside of her breasts through her blouse, then met her eyes in the mirror. “Your turn,” he murmured.
“My turn?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed her hands and placed them on her body. “Time for you to see and feel for yourself.”
She gasped, every nerve in her body coming alive as shocked silence lingered. Moisture broke out on her body, and she held his gaze in the mirror as she tried to wrap her brain around this unexpected turn of events. Good God, exposing herself to him this morning was one thing, but touching herself in front of him, in front of a mirror was something else entirely. Then again, she had done it once, when she’d thought she was dreaming. Which meant that maybe, just maybe between the sheets she wasn’t really pretending to be something she wasn’t. Maybe she really was brazen at heart, and it took the right guy to help her free that side of herself.
“Do it,” he said, his voice coaxing, the look in his eyes urging her to shed the last of her inhibition and do what he was asking. She stood there trying to catch her breath as the air around them grew heavy.
“Madison,” he said, his voice a little harsher, a little more demanding, fueling the flames in her belly. “Take your clothes off.”
Good God, there really was something about his take-charge attitude that got to her. When he crushed his body to hers, she trembled from head to toe, wanting…no…needing to do this. Not just for him, but for herself. Her fingers went to her blouse. Slowly, one by one, she released the buttons, and when she felt him suck in a breath, his chest expanding as it pressed against her back, it filled her with a new kind of bravado.
She released the last button and rolled one shoulder. The blouse slipped down her arm and Brad grabbed it, his fingers trailing over her flesh as he pulled it off and let it drop to the floor. She slipped off her bra straps and her nipples tightened painfully as Brad swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. With no darkness to hide her body, she pulled off her bra to expose her big breasts, ones she spent so many years hiding. She put her hands on them, and Brad moaned, desire growing in his eyes.
She cradled her breasts, and as she enjoyed the weight in her hands, all the while listening to Brad’s agonized moans behind her, she couldn’t deny that she felt desirable, feminine even, under his watchful eye. She angled her body, and examined her breasts from the side, lightly rubbing her thumbs over her nipples as she took pleasure in the texture and size.
Sliding her hands lower, and catching the urgency on Brad’s face, the raw desire in his eyes as she undressed, she pulled open her jeans and wiggled slightly as she slid them down. A quiver moved through her when Brad ran his hands over the crest of her buttocks, the gentle pressure urging her on.
“Mmmm, no panties,” he said, his voice fractured, broken, heavy with desire. “Do you have any idea how crazy it made me tonight, sitting next to you for hours and knowing you were bare for me?”
After removing her jeans, she straightened and looked at her nakedness in the mirror, her body flooding with sexual heat.
“Touch yourself,” Brad growled, impatience in his tone.
She put her hands on her stoma
ch and moved them to her sides, shaping her contours.
Brad watched her carefully, then said, “Open your legs.”
She inched her legs open, the warm air rushing over the moisture between her thighs as she registered every curve in her body. Calloused fingers trailed down her arm, and when her eyes met his in the mirror, raw lust filled his gaze. As she looked at him, every square inch of her skin burned, her breasts felt heavy, achy…and oddly enough…beautiful.
“You have a body to be admired, sweetheart. Not hidden.” His hands reached her hips and he gripped them hard, his fingers biting into her skin. “At least not from me.”
Her body spasmed with pleasure as his words rang in her ears. Without his coaxing, she touched the inside of her thighs, and couldn’t believe how much pleasure she was taking in the exploring her body, how freeing and erotic it felt to caress herself like this.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper as his cock pulsed against her back. As sexual tension hung heavy, he murmured, “Touch every inch of yourself.”
She moaned, and when she ran her finger over her slit, her head fell back, landing on his chest. Ecstasy like she’d never before experienced swamped her as she concentrated only on the points of pleasure. Her warm heat coated her finger and she grew slicker as she rubbed herself, circling her clit until it was hard and needy and desperate for Brad’s attention.
With Brad’s mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “Look at your pussy, baby. Look at how wet and hot it is.” She lifted her head and let her glance drop to the juncture between her legs. “You like it, don’t you? You like touching yourself?”
Her finger moved quicker over her sex and when she didn’t say anything, Brad pushed, “Tell me, Madison. Tell me how much you like touching your pussy.”
“Oh, God, Brad. I like it,” she murmured. “I like it so much.”
He curled his hands around her waist. “Yeah, I like it too.” He pushed his cock into the small of her back, and lowered his voice, his breath hot on her neck when he said, “Feel how much I like it, baby?”
Pleasure forked through her and she smiled, loving that she could do this to him. She slipped a finger inside herself and she felt his body tense, his cock pulsing hard against her back. Her throat dried as she stroked herself, acquainting herself with her body, one she’d always shied away from touching. But not tonight. Oh no, tonight with Brad urging her on, not only was she caressing herself for the first time in her life, she was taking pleasure in the way her body looked and felt.
Tension grew inside her, and her finger worked harder over her clit. She grabbed Brad’s hand. “Touch with me.”
One of Brad hands went to her breasts to play with her nipples while the other hand joined hers between her legs. His palm closed over the back of her hand and heat radiated from his body to hers as one of his thick fingers pushed inside to join with hers. Feeling so deliciously full, she began moving, rocking against their fingers while he toyed with her nipples, the dual assault pushing her over the edge.
“Oh God, Brad,” she cried out when her skin tightened, heat streaking through her with the rapid approach of her climax.
“You are so sexy when you come,” Brad whispered.
She flushed hotly, then shook all over, giving herself over to the powerful orgasm ripping through her. She whimpered and kept her hand between her legs as she rode out the waves. Warmth reverberated through her as Brad held her tight, absorbing her tremors. When she stopped spasming, she sucked in air, but before she could catch her breath, Brad spun her around, and lifted her clear off the floor.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled as he set her on her dresser. Her heart beat madly as she listened to the impatience in his voice. She looked at him, and not only was he shaking, it occurred to her that she’d never seen such intensity in his eyes before.
His glance left hers and fell over her body. Strong fingers gripped her thighs and roughly pushed them open, completely exposing her to him. He pulled open her nether lips. “So fucking pretty.” He lightly brushed her sensitive clit, and when her hips jerked, the muscles along his jaw rippled. Soft curses caught in his throat as he ripped open his jeans and shoved them to his thigh. “Jesus Christ, I need to fuck you so bad.”
Her dry throat cracked as she tore at his shirt. “I need it too,” she managed to get out. He pulled off his shirt and a second later, after he pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it on, he positioned his cock at her entrance.
She jerked her hips forward, demanding more as she palmed his shoulder muscles and found him trembling. His mouth devoured hers hungrily, and he kissed her hard, his tongue pushing inside to tangle with hers. Pressure built in her body as she met his every thrust, and as they established a rhythm, the world around her faded. Nothing existing but this moment and this man.
She writhed, shockwaves moving through her body as his fingers went to her inflamed clit. He stroked her gently, then a gasp caught in her throat when he powered his cock into her, driving so hard and deep she could barely remember her name.
She held him tight and her body suffused with color as he pushed deeper, harder, like he was seeking more than release. She scraped her nails over his back and filled her lungs with his scent, letting it curl through her and raise her passion to new heights. He dipped his head and swiped his tongue across one sensitized nipple and when he glanced back at her his expression was tender, hot.
Her breath caught and she cried out his name. His mouth found hers again and a riot of emotions broke out inside her.
As she savored the warmth of his mouth, a whimper escaped her lips. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and when he rammed back in her body went up in flames, an orgasm taking her by surprise. He swallowed her gasp as she squeezed her sex muscles as her hot flow of release dripped over his cock. The pleasure was so intense she gripped his shoulders, sure she was going to black out.
“Christ,” he groaned, closing his eyes in distress as her pussy muscles gripped him hard. He began panting, his breath coming in labored bursts and she could hear the impatience, the need in his voice when he said, “I’m not going to last, baby.”
She put her palms on his face, and his eyes opened. God, when he looked directly at her like that, it was possible to forget every sane thought.
“I want to feel you come inside me,” she whispered. “I want you to feel as good as I do.”
The sound of him swallowing cut through the air, then he gripped her thighs, pulled her closer to the edge of her bureau, and burrowed so deep, her womb clenched. As the air around them grew heavy with the scent of their lovemaking, he wrapped his arms around her waist, thrust once, twice, then threw his head back and let go on a growl.
She moaned as he pulsed inside her, and she squeezed him hard, milking his release as her heart beat erratically in her chest.
“Fuck,” he murmured into her neck, his warm breath arousing her all over again. After a long time, he eased his cock out, and disposed of the condom.
He kicked off his pants, stepped back between her legs, and slid an arm around her waist. “Come on.” He pulled her off the dresser, his expression so dark, so concentrated and so potent it touched something deep inside her.
With her body still humming, she fought to think. “Where are we going?”
His nostrils flared and as he intimately ran his fingers down her arm she shivered under his touch. His gaze dropped from her eyes, to her mouth to her breasts, and she heard the raw hunger in his voice when he said, “I’m not nearly done with you, sweetheart.”
She fell silent as he scooped her up and carried her to her bed. An uneasy feeling closed in on her as he spread her out and climbed over her body, because she knew she was far from done with him too. But Brad had made it perfectly clear that he was offering only a month of sex. And while he wasn’t looking for anything that resembled a relationship, she found herself hungering for so much more than just his touch.
Chapter Ten
> Warm morning sunlight filtered in through Madison���s open curtains as Brad stretched out on the bed. He shifted to his side and his cock swelled the second he set sight on the gorgeous woman asleep next to him. He went up on one elbow for a better look. As he gazed at her, taking in her nakedness, her mussed hair, and the traces of makeup still on her face because he refused to let her out of the bed last night, he knew he had to have her again.
She stirred beside him, and when her eyes opened and she caught him staring down at her, she made a move to jump from the mattress, something he’d grown accustomed to.
“I’ll be right back,” she said an anxious look on her face as she smoothed her hands through her hair.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Brad asked, dragging her back down with him. He rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him.
She pointed to the hall. “I was just going to fresh…” Her voice fell off as he pushed his knee between her legs, opening her to him.
“And I was just going to fuck you,” he murmured. She gasped as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He gave her a sheepish look. “That is if you’re not too sore from last night.”
“I’m not,” she murmured. Her eyes dimmed with desire, and something else, something he couldn’t quite put a name to when she wrapped her hands around his neck and opened her body to him.
He pushed into her, driving his cock all the way inside her. As her tight muscles closed around him, he buried his face in her neck. Jesus, everything about their lovemaking felt so intimate, so right, but he somehow knew no matter how many times they came together as one, he’d never be able to assuage his need for her.
“Brad,” she murmured, everything in the soft, intimate way she spoke his name, touching him on a completely different level. A moan caught in her throat, and her body quivered.
She wrapped her legs around his back and held him tight as he pumped deep. Their moans of pleasure merged, her hard nipples scraping against his chest as he settled his weight on her. She whimpered and arched her back, running her nails along his shoulders as he ravaged her.
