That is what had stolen the air from her lungs when she’d seen him. He’d set her pulse tripping, blood pounding through her veins with her need to experience something visceral and real. No pretenses.
He inspired Madison to let go of everything. Keep nothing of herself. She would be willful and strong, like her mother. Have no scruples, just like Logan. There was no one to hold her back, except herself. And Madison refused to let that happen.
She took her time turning around. Cole leaned against the jamb, tension evident in every muscled contour. A raw sense of danger peppered the air and her stomach clenched as a ripple of heat caught her.
She’d heard other women in her mother’s circle talk about indulging in a bit of rough. Until now, Madison had little idea of what they’d meant. But oh, she looked forward to finding out. Warmth blossomed in her belly, trepidation shot through with delicious quivers of desire.
Despite his relaxed position, Cole’s gaze never wavered and Madison hesitated, unsure for a moment what to do next. She’d never been the one to initiate sexual contact, had never been sure enough of herself. But now the thought excited her.
She drifted toward him, following the tug of Cole’s magnetism, letting instinct guide her. A sheen of moisture prickled a heated path over her skin. Madison wanted to maintain an air of sophistication. Not to act as desperate as she felt.
Oh, to hell with that.
She launched herself at Cole, mashing her lips into his. A ragged sigh of satisfaction left her mouth as she pressed against him, digging furrows in his shirt with fingers that craved to touch.
Scrabbling for purchase, Madison sought relief from the sweet burn of need torching her from the inside out. Her nipples were a tight temptation she rubbed against the hard planes of his chest. A small part of her was shocked by her actions. This wasn’t her, but it felt so right. She couldn’t get enough. The caress of his lips rasping over hers, the sweep of his tongue as it commanded her to follow.
Madison shuddered against the sharp hit of sensations, opening up to him as his tongue traced along the seam of her mouth, nibbling at the corner of her lips. His soft plunder tipped her further off balance, pushing away any rational thought. She groaned. Or was that him? It became impossible to tell as their mouths fused together, savoring each other, taking their fill.
Madison could have spent a lifetime in that one, intoxicating kiss. But all too soon, Cole eased back, his eyes pale slivers of icy heat. Focused solely on her. Simmering desire churned low in her belly, dampness seeping through her panties like liquid fire. She quivered with pleasure under Cole’s stare, following his every move.
He sat on the bed.
“Undress for me.” His voice was pure seduction and it took a moment for Madison to unravel his words.
He wanted to see her. All of her. And she would bare everything to him. Madison wanted this—no, needed this—to be real. And that included peeling back every layer, inside and out.
A shiver trembled its way across her skin as she came to a halt just outside of Cole’s reach. She hooked into the smolder of his eyes and did exactly what he’d asked. Slipping off her clothes, one by one. No frills. No strutting around the bedroom wiggling her ass in his face, like Logan sometimes had her do. This was different. Powerful. Not so much a show…as revealing herself to him.
Her fingers drifted down her body. She curved her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pushing them past her hips to let them fall at her feet. She undid her bra, the cups easing away from her breasts, straps slithering past her fingertips to join the other clothing on the floor.
His gaze burned over each inch of skin uncovered, drinking her in. Until she stood naked in front of him. Cole held out his hand and Madison took it, allowing him to draw her into the vee of his thighs. He traced a finger across her collarbone, a trail of heat following its path.
“Perfection,” he breathed.
Madison stilled. “Not perfection.” She blushed, her fingers busy with the buttons of his shirt. “There are always flaws if you look hard enough.”
Cole opened his mouth to argue but she swallowed his words with a kiss, her hands roving over his chest, curling around his shoulders. Tangling her fingers in his hair, her blood red nails were a shock of color against the sandy tones. Her grip tightened on his silky strands as she tugged him forward to eat at his lips.
She groaned, her hips circling as he returned her caress, shaping his hands along the curve of her spine. His fingers tapped out a delicious dance and she longed for them to be at her breasts, imagining their coarseness against the tips of her aching nipples. Madison arched forward, inviting.
“Relax.” His hands settled at her hips, holding her still.
“I can’t.” She wanted this bad. Wanted it now. She slid the shirt from his shoulders, revealing tanned skin that dipped and curved into secret shadows.
He dropped to his knees, a warm chuckle rumbling against her thigh. “Let me see if I can’t help you loosen up a little.”
Hands crept up her belly, sweeping under the swell of her breasts. Her body was one long delicious quiver as she anticipated his touch. She was rewarded when his thumbs brushed her nipples.
“More.” Madison rocked forward, breath hissing through her teeth.
Cole gave her what she wanted, palming her breasts at the same time he pressed his mouth to her belly. The soft brush of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth and Madison bit down on her lip as he licked a trail across to her hip, down her thigh… He pushed her legs apart.
A muscle jumped in her calf as she pressed herself up on her toes, tempting him closer. Cole rolled his eyes up, looking at her through black lashes. His mouth parted, reverence a mask illuminating his face.
Ensuring she watched, he clamped one arm tight around the back of her buttocks, tilting his face to her sex. His tongue flicked into her wetness, tasting. A hoarse sound of satisfaction reverberated through him, followed by Madison’s own throaty moan. He lapped upward, hitting her clitoris, pinching lightly at her nipples. She let out a cry, her knees threatening to buckle as pleasure seized her.
Another soft, sexy chuckle. “Don’t give out on me now, darlin’. We’ve got a ways to go.”
Madison’s answer was gasped back down her throat as his fingers abandoned her breasts and found their way to the creamy slickness of her pussy. Wet. So wet. One, two fingers slid into her, causing her head to fall back, her breath seemingly impossible to catch. His tongue pressed against her clit, sensations cycling as his fingers pushed in and out.
“Ah, God.” Madison widened her stance, gripping Cole’s hair as she rode his hand and his tongue with abandon. Her body was strung tight, everything so much…more. Pressure built quickly, sensations surging to crash over her.
He pumped his fingers faster, his arm an iron band around her ass, holding her in place. He sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling hard. That was all it took. Madison’s body collapsed on itself and she was yanked over the edge, swallowed by wave after wave of exquisite ecstasy.
His mouth gentled to soft kisses, his hands soothing and petting her back, her stomach, her hips.
“Perfect.” The word was saturated in satisfaction.
It took a moment for Madison to surface through the stupor of bliss. She found herself looking down at Cole as he stared up at her. Aftershocks still pulsed at her clit and every muscle felt like it had been stretched to its fullest, then stuffed back in her body. Nothing worked as it should.
She stood there, gathering the strength to move. Cole pushed to his feet, sliding up against her body. His pants rubbed over her hips.
“You’ve still got clothes on,” she protested softly, reaching for his waistband. He went commando style and his erection sprang free as she lowered the zip. His cock was hard and full. Perfect. Madison’s mouth watered.
“I got waylaid when I stopped for a snack.”
Cole snapped his teeth and flashed a smile.
Then sucked in a lungful of air as she wrapped her hand around his hardness and squeezed. Madison explored his length, the curl of velvety skin around the head, cupping his balls with a soft, downward pull. Cole tugged her forward to catch her mouth.
Madison could taste herself mingled with the sweetness of his breath, a heady scent of cinnamon, salt and desire. She let herself be captured, her fingers suddenly clumsy on his cock. She slid her fist back up its length. Yes. That was her moaning. Writhing restlessly against him. Wanting more.
They were both breathing hard by the time Cole eased back and uncurled her fingers. Madison was about to protest, but he reached for the condoms. Oh. Yes. Her body trembled, her skin sensitive to even the smallest change in the air.
Hands that moved too slowly tore open the wrapper. Cole rolled a condom over the head of his cock until he was fully sheathed, jutting proudly from a nest of sandy hair.
He caught her lascivious look and grinned. “I’ll go easy.”
Her insides clenched, warmth blossoming into molten heat that traveled down her body all the way to her toes. Dampness gathered between her thighs, her clit swollen and aching.
“Don’t,” Madison whispered. His mouth fell open as she dug her fingers into his ass and ground herself against him. “Don’t go easy,” she rasped in his ear.
Chapter Five
Madison’s gasp turned to a cry as Cole toppled her onto the bed. He quickly followed, nudging her legs apart. His fingers drew a line down the seam of her pussy. She squirmed under his touch as another burst of pleasure splashed over her, slickening her sex.
A satisfied smile transformed Cole’s face to wickedness as he lifted his finger, glistening with her juices, to his mouth. His eyes closed as his tongue came out to taste, a satisfied rumble purring from his chest.
Madison couldn’t look away, wondering how that could be so damn hot.
His eyes snapped open, his gaze raking her hips, her breasts, her mouth…pinning her to the pillow. “I want you. Hard. Fast. Now.” His words were thick with hunger.
The smell of lust and anticipation drowned Madison’s senses. She drank in his wild expression, tremors rippling across her skin. Oh, she wanted him too. Badly.
“Please.” She could barely get the word out.
Cole grinned. He grasped one knee, hooked it around his hip, opening her further. His gaze locked on hers as the blunt head of his cock nudged inside. Madison tensed, suffering sweet agony, knowing she hovered on the precipice of something wonderful.
“Ahhh.”
He eased inside, pushing into her tightness, each inch gained igniting a thousand pinpoints of pure pleasure. Her eyelids lowered, eyes rolling back…
So this was what ecstasy meant?
A final push and he was deep inside. There was a moment when everything stilled, an out of body experience where Madison could see the two of them twined together in her mind’s eye. A moment of such perfection. Then Cole buried his face in her hair, breathing deep, seemingly gathering control before pulling back.
“Are you okay?” he breathed.
Madison opened her eyes. Unable to find the words to explain how fucking good it felt, she twined her legs more firmly about him and arched her back. Cole shuddered, a low groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest as he sank back into her, right to the hilt. Withdrawal was a slow, seductive glide.
Madison cried out as he plunged deep again and she rose to meet his deliberate, measured rhythm. She pressed her lips against his neck, the taste of him biting at her senses. Primal instinct took over and she surrendered to the exquisite thrust and slide. Riding the pleasure, she clasped at Cole’s shoulders, clinging on by her fingernails, holding onto the only thing that was real.
Each delicious moment took her higher. Cole brushed a string of kisses along her jaw, then dropped to nuzzle at her throat and down, to the top of her breasts. Lower.
The roughness of his tongue rasped around her nipple and Madison bowed off the bed, rising into a breathtaking spiral. He bit down and all thought was ripped from her. The suck and pull of his mouth, the hard length of his cock driving in and out—Madison became nothing more than a sensual carnal being. Her sex clenched in a tight fist around his cock and she rocked against him, savoring each second of pleasure as her orgasm took her. Hard. She was dimly aware of Cole’s pace faltering. He thrust deep one last time and came with a wordless shout.
Leached of energy, Madison fell back against the bed. She was wrecked. Satisfyingly shattered. With an effort, she pried her eyes open, expecting to see the same contented expression on Cole’s face. Not so. He sat back and watched her carefully, his expression shuttered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling at the corner of the sheet to cover his crotch.
Madison shifted against the pillows. Didn’t she look like a woman who’d just been thoroughly and fantastically fucked? She noted the twinge of concern drawing at the corner of his eyes. The way he concealed himself. The hunger still sitting behind his guarded expression.
Truth dawned and heat suffused her cheeks as flickering images flooded her mind…her mouth fused with his, his cock buried deep inside her, the earth-shattering orgasm.
“You held back.” She leveled her accusation at Cole.
There was no denial and the bottom fell out of the fragile world she’d just created. Any lingering pleasure from what was, hands down, the most amazing sex she’d ever experienced, faded as anger speared her chest. Madison had just been satisfied within an inch of her life and he was ruining it for her.
She couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. She pushed at his chest, tears of frustration pricking at her lids when he didn’t budge.
“Get out of my way.” She pushed again. Harder this time.
Cole levered off the bed and cast a puzzled look toward her as he retreated to the bathroom. Madison waited until she heard the water running before falling back on the bed, and covering her face with her hands.
Sex with her had meant nothing to Cole. Less than nothing. She’d wanted him to take her as if she was the woman he couldn’t keep his hands off. Lose control. Like she had. She’d wanted it to be real.
Instead, he’d been as fake as the Barbie-doll world Madison was trying to escape.
After disposing of the condom, Cole took a moment to rinse his hands and rub water over his face. He was at a loss. What the hell was it with Madison? Every time he thought he had her tagged and labelled, another facet of her personality emerged. Each one less phony and more appealing than the last.
All of his instincts pointed to her needing him.
Was it an act? An elaborate ruse? Cole couldn’t put his finger on the truth.
Added to that was Madison’s reaction afterwards. Women like her didn’t care enough to realize he’d kept something of himself back. And he barely had. It had taken every inch of his control to hold on.
Yet, Madison had noticed. Not only that, she’d seemed hurt.
Cole’s brow furrowed as unease grew in his chest. It didn’t feel good to know he’d upset her.
His mouth pinched tight as he prepared to go back and face her. This had all been a mistake. A horrible, fucking amazing mistake.
The sight that met him as he opened the door stopped any thoughts of leaving. Madison was a beautiful wreck, her hair a mass of blonde tangles, her lips full and cherry red.
And her eyes. It was her eyes that caused Cole’s blood to thump harder in his veins and drew him forward to tug her from the bed. He led her to the mirror over the dresser, turning her in his arms. He needed to show her what he saw.
Madison’s wild-eyed reflection was determined. Almost savage. She stared at herself for a moment, then tentatively raised her arm as if to smooth her hair back into place. Cole circled her wrist with one hand, holding her still against his chest. She
looked at him through the reflected glass, her gaze questioning.
“Look at you,” he prompted. “This is how I imagined you when I first saw you tonight. This is what I’ll remember.”
“What, me looking like a well-used whore?” Her lip curled as she reassessed her image, not even close to getting it.
She tried to look away, but Cole tightened his grip on her hair so she had to face her reflection. “No. This is what a just-fucked woman should look like.” He growled in her ear. “You are stunning.”
“No. I’m not.” Madison struggled against him, twisting in his arms.
But Cole held fast, ignoring her denial. How could she not appreciate the ripeness of her tongue-lashed nipples, wetness glistening between her thighs? He nudged her legs apart, no longer willing to just look. Their eyes met in the reflection as she allowed her body to be positioned just how Cole wanted her. He raised her arms in the air, tracing his hands slowly down the sensuous curves of her body.
Her gaze flickered, caught between staying on his face and staring at the image of them twined in the mirror. It was an erotic sight, the length of his hands spanning the slender perfection of her waist. Coupled with the nudge of his cock against her ass, he could scarcely beat back the urge to take her. Now.
Cole forced himself to inch away from the wet temptation of her pussy. He rolled another condom on and edged back into position. In the mirror, he watched his hands shift up to pinch and pet her nipples. Her head dropped back on his shoulder and he took her weight as she leaned against him, caught up in the magic of the erotic view of their tanned supple bodies. One strong and muscular, the other smooth and fluid, both with blond hair merging, bare shades apart.
Cole couldn’t contain his dark desire any longer. Catching her about the waist, he pushed her forward until she had to support herself against the dresser.
“This is for you,” he breathed.
He tugged her head back, wrapping a fistful of hair around his hand. When she had nowhere to look but the mirror, Cole thrust inside, lost in the view of watching Madison watch herself. Her eyes closed, mouth parted as a slow hiss of air seeped through her teeth.
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