“Of course, I do,” he murmured. “It tempts me to do things I shouldn’t.”
She blinked in surprise, butterflies filling her belly. “To be honest, that’s not what I expected you to say.”
“What did you expect?”
“For you to agree that this is wrong.”
“This is wrong,” he confirmed, beginning to approach her. Like a hunter stalking his prey, he closed in with large, unhurried strides. She rose, and the heat of his body encased her. “I’m aware of how complicated this is. I know that, professionally, I shouldn’t touch you. It’s incredibly risky. I also don’t fucking care. Do you?”
She stared into the warmth of his eyes, instantly drawn in. “I thought you didn’t come back for seconds?”
His left eyebrow arched. “Are you saying no?”
She considered him. The risks were real and true. Unavoidable. Yet with him close, being the guy she remembered from the club, wanting her in the way he wanted her before, those risks seemed small in comparison to the reward. “I want you,” she whispered.
The side of his mouth curved, and he pressed the strength of his body against hers, letting her discover his erection. “It can only be tonight. One more taste to cure the hunger.”
“Yes, only tonight, like a dream,” she echoed his concerns, knowing the roadblocks between them. She, his subordinate. He, her superior.
“That’s right, sugar,” he murmured, sliding his hand across her lower back, pulling her into him, nice and close. “Like a filthy, dirty dream.” He tilted his head down to her, his warm breath brushing across her lips. “A dream where the good girl wants to make some bad decisions.”
“With the one guy who’s very good at being bad.” She knew his thing. After this, he’d bail again. Too many complications stood between them. Too many risks. Even now, voices from the party carried through the air, screaming danger at her. Anyone could catch them. At any minute. Her career would be tarnished as the gossip of them together spread.
Though the thought of being caught titillated her in the same way she’d been excited at the nightclub. Again, in Maddox’s presence, she felt awakened and alive. Her blood pulsed. Her heart hammered in her ears. Her body ached to be claimed by him.
He dragged his mouth back over hers and whispered against her lips, “I’ve thought about touching you for the last week. I’ve thought about bending you over and taking what I want.”
“Then take me.”
He didn’t need further invitation, his lips sealed across hers. It didn’t matter that anyone could catch them. Or that he was her superior. She wanted him for tonight. She wanted to feel what she’d felt a year ago.
At first, his kiss was sweet, gentle even, lightly teasing. His tongue slid against her bottom lip until she opened for him. His mouth brushed against hers, his hands soft on her face. She moaned, a needy sound she didn’t recognize, and pressed herself against the length of his body. A low growl rose from his throat as he cupped her nape and yanked her closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth, stroking with a perfect rhythm, causing heat to flare. She wasn’t thinking consequences when his hand left her face, traveling to her bottom where he ground her up against him. Her body instantly remembered him, her nipples puckering in anticipation, her sex becoming drenched.
She moaned again, the sound raw with desperation.
He grunted, low and deep, and then backed way, resting his forehead against hers, breathless. “I can’t do this right. It’s going to be quick and hard.”
The air brushed across her overly sensitive skin, making her yearn for his rough touches. “Maddox,” she whispered, not even recognizing the heady desire she heard echoing in her voice. “Please…”
He leaned away then and looked at her. His brows drew together as he cupped her face. “I like hearing you beg, sweetheart. Do it again.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
The side of his mouth arched in that sexy way it did. Eyes locked on her, he reached into his back pocket. The energy he tossed out into the world caused her clit to throb. No one had ever wanted her like this. Like he was starved for her. He looked so damn desperate to consume her; he made her want him just as much.
Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation as she watched him free himself and apply the condom. She was reduced to a panting mess of need before she was back in his arms. He lifted her slightly, carrying her behind a tree and into the shadows. She gathered her dress, lifting it over her hips, desperate for him to take her away. He pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees and removed her panties, quickly bunching them into a ball in his hands.