He took my hand and tugged me out of the elevator. My legs were wobbly and I stumbled behind him. The highs and lows were killing me. I wanted to scream in frustration.
As soon as we were in the room, he let go and started pulling at his tie.
“Is this a game? See how many times you can get me right to the edge before I crack?” I kicked off my shoes and yanked the pins out of my hair. Madden pulled the tie free and tossed it on a chair. His gaze never strayed from mine. His suit jacket followed. Every movement was controlled, precise. He undid the buttons on his cuffs then loosened the first four before reaching behind and pulling his dress shirt up over his head.
I paused with one earring in my fingers.
Last night I had only seen him from behind. That view was impressive but nothing compared to what I saw right now. His chest was broad and hard with ridges running down over his abdomen like a ladder. Fine hair sprinkled over his lower abs and a trail of it disappeared beneath his dress pants. Every move he made cause a ripple effect that had me mesmerized.
He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. They slithered down his legs and he stepped out of them and his shoes.
Naked now except for a pair of black boxers that hugged his body like a second skin, his huge erection strained against the fabric. He advanced like a panther, barely restrained power radiating from him.
He stopped less than a foot from me. “I want you nak**ed.”
He didn’t ask me, he told me. For one second, I thought about saying no, but then I remembered his demands in the elevator. In this room, I was his. I reached behind me and found the short zipper along my lower back. It was all that held the dress in place.
The straps slid off my shoulders, then the dress fell in a silky pool on the floor.
Madden reached out and traced one finger in a lazy circle around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He did the same to the other side, avoiding the now hardened tip. The desire that had cooled suddenly sprang to life again.
Despite the heat of the night, I shivered.
“You are beautiful, Skylar.” His gaze rose until I was looking into intensely dark eyes “And tonight, you’re mine. Come here.”
I took a step forward and now we were only an inch apart. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly up my sides. They danced over my shoulders, up my neck, and one hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, holding me still.
Madden lowered his head and his lips ghosted over my jaw. I closed my eyes with a low moan when he nipped at my earlobe. Moisture built between my legs and I shifted, trying for any amount of friction there.
Madden dropped his free hand and dug his fingers into my hip, anchoring me, keeping me from moving at all. He sucked on the skin just under my ear and my legs began trembling. I wanted to touch him, to taste him like he was doing to me, but I couldn’t. Not while he held me in place.
“The way you react to my touch makes me crazy,” he said against my neck. “So many things I could do to make you cry out for more.”
Desire shot through me like white hot lightning. If he could get this kind of reaction with just a touch, I couldn’t even imagine what would happen when he was inside me. His mouth moved slowly back up my neck, leaving my skin overly sensitive. Noises came out of my throat, ones I’d never heard myself make before.
His lips were at the corner of my mouth and I parted my lips slightly. He nipped at my bottom lip, then ran his tongue over the spot. My breath caught in my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair and he pressed his mouth fully against mine. His tongue slid inside, warm and velvety, boldly claiming every spot he touched.
I moved my tongue against his, sinking into the most erotic kiss of my life. He wasn’t just kissing me, he was devouring me, and I wanted nothing less from him. When I groaned, he swallowed the sound with a growl.
“You have no idea how f**king crazy you make me,” he panted, pulling away just enough so that I could still feel his hot breath on my lips. His eyes were black, penetrating as he narrowed them at me. “I want to drive into you so hard and so deep that you remember this night for the rest of your life.”
I already knew that I would. “Then do it,” I whispered, feeling bolder than ever before. “Make me scream, Madden.”
The growl rumbled out of his chest and he lifted me up only to toss me back down on the bed. I fell onto my back with my knees open. He stopped, staring down at me for several long seconds. His gaze like a physical touch as it moved over my body, focused between my legs. Without looking away he pulled off his boxers and stood over me, fisting his thick co**ck.
I was going to combust. Burst into a million pieces right there just watching him. Madden Cross was magnificent to look at. Hard planes and sharp angles melded together to form the most perfect specimen of a man I had ever seen.