Madison didn’t laugh with him.
He grasped her face in his hands. “There is nothing between me and Riley but a lifelong friendship. She’s like my sister. I saved her from a bad situation when we were kids, and it bonded us even more, but that’s it. There’s only one woman I’m interested in now,” he said, his tone gruff.
He removed his thumb and closed his lips over hers, sliding back and forth, coaxing her to open. He didn’t have to try hard. Her defenses were low, her need high. This was Alex, and she’d wanted him for so long. Even when he’d been gone from her life and she should have hated him, she’d still desired him. And now she was going to have him, she thought, parting her lips and letting him in.
Alex realized that in answering Madison’s questions, he had received answers too, and he decided it was time. She was ready to resume a relationship. Not where they’d left off but somewhere fresh and new. This desire consuming not just his body but his emotions was definitely new to him. Acknowledging it and not running, newer still.
“Up,” he said, deciding to take over.
She stood.
He rose and grasped her hand, pulling her toward the couch, where she lay down, enabling him to stretch out beside her. He looked into her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear, the moment as intimate as any in his life.
She leaned into him, and he glided his tongue along the seam of her lips. Dipped his fingers into her hair, tilting her head in the exact position he needed for complete control. He slid his hand down her side, grasped the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up and over her head. He clamped her wrists in one hand, holding her in place, then pinned her lower body against the couch with his hips. His cock found a home in the cradle of her thighs, his erection hard and aching but exactly where he wanted to be.
“I need to fuck you, Angel,” he said, his low, gravelly voice revealing the depths of his hunger and desire for her. “I need to be so deep I don’t know where you end and I begin.”
Her eyes glazed at his words. “So do it.”
His body shuddered at her sweet acquiescence. He kissed her lips, grazed her neck with his mouth, his teeth. Worked his way lower, nibbling on her soft skin, her collarbone, until she was soft and pliable beneath him. He
continued, stretching the cup of her bra beneath her breast. Gripping her arm tighter, he pulled the already taut nipple into his mouth, suckling hard.
With a groan, she tried to free her hands, but he held fast. Her whimper told him how much she needed him. Her hips bucked against his. Sliding deep inside her now would be too easy. It would give her the release she sought, but it wouldn’t prove to her that she needed him.
He spent more time on her breasts, divesting her of her lace bra so he could mold and cup the soft mounds of flesh in his hands while tormenting her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Hands freed, she gripped his head, pulling at his hair, begging him to stop, to keep going, her need so intense, just as he’d planned.
She had sensitive breasts, and he loved making a feast out of them, knowing she was out of her mind with the same desire throbbing hard and heavy in his veins.
“Alex, please.” Her hips gyrated beneath his, taking his cock along for the ride.
“Tell me what you want,” he said through clenched teeth, because holding back was costing him too.
Glazed blue eyes stared back at him. Eyes he’d seen in his dreams, that had gotten him through his nightmares. He didn’t realize how much he’d relied on the memory of her until now.
Soon she would be so much more than a memory, he thought, ready to possess her in every way possible.
SIX
Madison’s body pulsed with yearning, and desire flooded every part of her being. Her nipples were sensitive from his sensual torment, which seemed to never end. Every lick, nip, and touch sent a shot of awareness to her core. She pulled on his silky hair, begging without words for him to fill her, and when that didn’t work, she pleaded out loud. But he held back, ignoring her throbbing sex in favor of arousing her to the point of pain.
He raised himself up.
Madison had never been more aware of the strength Alex possessed than now with his hard, gorgeous body stretched over hers. Tattoos, which he’d freely admitted to getting for juvenile kicks, covered his forearms and broad shoulders, and muscles bunched in his biceps. Yet he held himself in check. Why?
And wasn’t that the loaded question.
He shifted his hips, his hard erection sliding against her clit through her shorts. She needed relief, but he was withholding hers, as well as his own.
“Tell me, Angel. What do you want?” His gruff voice added to the awareness ricocheting between them.
“You,” she said, nearly breathless. “I want you.”
He suddenly rolled off of her and stood, shoving his sweatpants down and off. She managed to get rid of her shorts and panties just as quickly. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her up and started walking toward the bedroom.
She shrieked and wrapped her arms around him, aware of his hard male body as she cuddled close. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.”