And much as my cock might like to take advantage of it, I’m not that guy.
“Come upstairs,” she pleads, her voice throaty and oh-so-tempting.
I groan. “Madison, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
She pulls back slightly, her eyes clouded with hurt.
Fuck.
“I just mean, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow.” I grind my teeth, the words an effort to get out as she presses those pert tits up against my chest. I can feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. And because I can’t resist, I drag my hands up her sides and brush my thumbs over the hard tips.
A gasp falls from her lips, her eyes closing to lusty slits. “I promise I won’t regret it.”
When she presses her hips against mine, I know she can feel how much I want her. And I shouldn’t glance down. But I do. And as soon as my gaze lands on the sight of my hands on her tits, her grinding against my cock, all my good sense disappears.
She kisses me again, this time more urgently. As if she wasn’t already before. “Come upstairs.”
This time it’s more of a command, and fuck me. If that isn’t the sexiest turn on—this innocent looking woman demanding I follow her into her apartment.
I’m done.
Scraping my teeth over her jaw to her ear, I whisper, “Lead the way.”
We make it into Madison’s elevator, and I push her up against the wall, my hands gripping her waist as I crush my mouth to hers again. I run my hands over her hips, over her firm ass, palming the flesh there before trailing my fingers to the top of her thighs, just under the hem of her insanely short dress.
Her heart hammers so hard I can feel it against my own chest. I dip my tongue into her mouth, so sweet from the dessert, and stroke her with my tongue. Aggressively. Urgently. All sense of being cautious, looking out for her has vanished.
She wants me as much as I want her right now, and in this moment neither of us can get enough.
I slip my hands under her skirt and almost lose my fucking mind to feel bare flesh beneath my palms. Running my finger under the scrap of lace between her cheeks, I lightly tease her ass, pressing lightly at the tight entrance.
She bucks against me, her eyes flying open wide. “Oh, God.”
I watch her closely as I continue to play, slipping my hand toward her pussy, soaking my fingers with her juices because she is so damn wet, then trailing them back, seeing how she’ll respond.
She watches me with those huge dark eyes, almost black with desire, biting that lip as I press the tip of my finger into her tight channel.
Madison starts to shake her head, but I bring my other hand to her chest and pinch her nipple, causing her to cry out, and I push my finger in further.
“Ah! Oh God. Yes,” she pants, her head falling back.
I smile, loving that she’s letting go with me, that she likes what I’m doing to her.
I don’t know what made me do it. Why I went there first with a woman I don’t even know. A woman who’s had a traumatic night, at that. Who I shouldn’t even be planning to fuck in the first place.
But something told me she’d like it, this little innocent woman that I feel a strange need to protect. It doesn’t even make sense. But I want her to trust me. Seems like she does.
Just then, the elevator dings, and she jumps in my arms, suddenly aware that we’re in an elevator and could be caught at any moment.
“Come on,” I growl, drawing my hand back out of her dress and giving her a little swat on her perfect ass. “Let’s take this inside.”
16
Madison
I can’t believe I’m doing this. But even though Zander said he didn’t want me to regret it in the morning, I know I won’t. There’s no way.
Especially because he just made me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. And we’re still fully clothed.