“Whatever you want to call that monster in your pants.”
A rakish grin takes over his face, and he leans in, wicked intent written all over his face. “Monster, huh? Is that why you ran off in such a hurry last night? Afraid I might use it to make you scream my name while you came all over it?”
I shift in my seat, all this talk about his cock making the pressure increase between my legs. I’m half afraid, half hopeful, that I could come just from the dirty things he’s been saying all night.
Then I realize he never answered my question. “Is that why you’re on the show?”
“To nail a bunch of virgins?” he scoffs. “That’s not it, Megan, even if that did happen. I just like to compete. I love a challenge. And you’re quite the challenge.” His eyes grow serious. “But you know what I want most of all?”
I shake my head, almost afraid to ask.
“You, Megan. I want you.”
I look away and bite my lip. God, I love hearing that come out of his mouth. He wants me. I want him too. So fucking bad.
“So, what do you want?” he asks, as if he can read my thoughts.
I give him my real answer this time. “I want to win. I didn’t come this far to lose at the very end.” I give him a firm look, hoping he gets what I’m trying to tell him. That if it weren’t for this stupid game holding me back, I might not be holding back. I might be doing all the wild and dirty things he wants me to. “That’s what I want, Madden. More than anything. I want to win.”
Madden leans in, his blue eyes different, not so full of humor like they always are as he stares into mine. He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger like he did earlier, looking like he’s deciding what he wants to say.
Then he smiles. “I’m a winner, Megan. If you’re going to place bets, you need to bet on me. Because I’m a winning bet. I promise you, there’s nothing I can’t buy you. Nothing that’s off limits. Nothing I won’t give you that you want or need.”
I don’t know what to say to that. He’s not usually this serious. But just as fast, he flips back to the Madden I’m used to. Wild and crazy and teasing and flirty. “You better believe I’
ll give you everything you need.”
His meaning couldn’t be clearer.
Then before I know what’s happening, his hand is on my thigh, the other in my hair, pulling my face closer to his. He pauses an inch from my lips, his eyes searching mine, waiting for an indication of what I want him to do.
And all the desire he’s been building up in me all night with his naughty words comes to a head. I grip his shirt and lean in the remaining inch, crushing my lips to his.
Megan
I must be going crazy.
I mean, I can’t believe I’m kissing Madden right now, not even a day after what happened between Tristan and I. What the hell am I doing?
You’re doing what you want to do, I hear a little voice inside of me say, the exact same voice that used to get me into trouble when I was younger.
Oh, well.
“These lips…” Madden whispers, pulling back from me and offering me one of his half-cocky, half-gentle smiles.
“What about my lips?” I ask him, my heart hammering inside my chest. I can’t stop this, can I? It’s just the two of us inside this limo, and the mood is more than appropriate.
“They’re perfect… I could spend the day just kissing them,” he continues, never taking his eyes off my lips as he keeps that dazed smile on face.
“Then why don’t you?” I tease him, placing one hand on his chest and grabbing his shirt; I pull him into me fast, our mouths in a collision course. My eyelids droop, my heart pounds against my chest faster, and then we’re back to kissing.
He might have been the one complimenting my lips, but I kinda feel the same. Madden just has these kinds of lips that leave a woman always wanting more. And, more than having a perfect set of lips, he knows how to use them.
Oh, God, why do these two men have be so perfect? This whole game would be so much easier if I had to date fat balding billionaires. At least that way there’d be no way I’d allow my wet pussy to ruin my chances. Because, right now, I’m not so sure if I know what I’m doing. I mean, I managed to hold my own with Tristan, but I feel that my self-control is being chipped away little by little.
And the more my lips remain pressed against Madden’s, the more I feel that self-control fading away.
“Do you know what you did with this kiss?” He asks me suddenly, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.