Private Player

“Then what is it?”

She patted the bed next to her. “It’s nothing. I’m a grown-up. I want this.” She pushed her fingers through her hair and it was as if she had clasped her hand around my cock; my breath hitched and my balls tightened. “You’re so handsome,” she said.

“I thought tonight that maybe blonds were more your type.”

She grinned as she pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Green isn’t a good color on you.” Then she kissed along my jawline again and again, and the memory of her talking, laughing, sharing things with my brother began to blur at the edges.

I eased her back onto the bed, pushing up her shirt and slipping it off. I pressed my lips to the soft flesh just above her belly button. She was so fucking delicious and I wanted to feast on her. I worked my way up her body with one kiss after another before finally reaching her mouth.

“You’re perfect,” I said.

She smiled, her eyes a little hooded, her mouth a little lazy. “You know that’s not true.”

I’d never met anyone so hard on themselves. I was used to the rambunctious confidence of my brothers. Perhaps it was because I’d not had sisters, or because I was surrounded by self-assured doctors. “To me. Right now. It is.”

I traced her collarbone with my fingertip, back and forward, enjoying the shiver it elicited from her, mesmerized by her warm softness. I was determined to draw the evening out, to extend our time together for as long as possible.

“Before I forget to tell you, I cancelled lunch with that Craig twat who tried to steal your story.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you serious? If you’d have said that, we would have been on this bed naked thirty minutes ago.”

I laughed and she put her finger to my lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That means a lot to me.”

“That’s why I did it.”

Her hand slid around my neck as our eyes locked for seconds, minutes, maybe days before eventually, I slipped my palm down her stomach to the button of her jeans. She caught my hand. “This isn’t going to be one of those situations where I end up naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

“One of those situations?” I asked. “There has only been one situation before right now.”

“Exactly.” She pushed up onto her elbows. “Come on, Cove. Get naked.”

I shook my head and grinned at her. I wasn’t sure any woman had ever ordered my clothes off. But then again, Madison Shore wasn’t just any woman.

“Can you handle it?” I asked.

She laughed as I stood and began to strip off my polo. “You think I may faint at the sight?” she asked. “I’ve felt that naked body of yours, remember. Had it pressed against me,” she said. “Enjoyed your muscles meeting mine. And I know, as good as you look . . .” Her eyes scanned my torso, goosebumps trailing in the wake of her gaze, and settled on my crotch. “It isn’t as good as you feel.”

Gah. The way she looked at me. Her words. The anticipation of her tongue, her fingers, her sweet, tight cunt chased my breath from my lungs.

“Nathan?” she asked, sitting up, her legs dangling from the end of the bed.

I shook myself out of the Madison trance I’d slid into.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I replied, unzipping my jeans.

She placed her hand over mine as if to ask me again.

“It’s just, I really like you,” I confessed. I liked the way she thought. The way she laughed and the way she touched me. I liked the way her conker-brown eyes gave way to a dazzling gold when she was tired or a little drunk. And even though the Post profile was a complete nuisance, I missed her when she wasn’t hounding me with questions.

A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth and she reached for me. I stepped forward and she slipped her hand over my hip.

If I could have controlled the jutting of my cock, I would have. I wasn’t telling her I liked her because I wanted to fuck her. Although, I definitely wanted to fuck her. They weren’t words of seduction.

It was just the truth.

She glanced down at my cock and back up at me.

I gave a small shake of my head. I wasn’t asking for a blow job.

“I want to,” she said.

I held back a groan at her words as she brought her hands behind her and unsnapped her bra. The noise I’d been holding back ripped through me as her pale breasts spilled free. The rosy points of her nipples drew me in and I reached for her, cupping a breast with each hand, sweeping the pads of my thumbs over the sharp knurls.

It was so good to finally feel her, to have my hands full of her. My cock reared up, and she caught it in her fist, sliding her grip down to my base. I tipped my head back, giving myself up to the moment. I was so full of need. The need to touch, to kiss, to fuck. The need to get closer. The need for Madison.