Wicked Good (The Billionaire's Fake Finace 3)

He took us to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed, then stood back and unbuttoned his jacket. His gaze never left mine. Next was his shirt that seemed to take him forever to unbutton. When he slid his pants down over his legs, I couldn't look away from the bulge pushing at his boxers.

I wanted to see it, to see him.

He hooked the waistband and pulled down and his co**ck popped free, standing hard and proud from his body. I could almost feel the steely warmth in my grasp. He crossed to the bed and crawled up and over me.

“I’m not done tasting you.” Madden slid his hands under my back and unfastened my bra. It was the last piece of clothing between us. He took my bre**asts in his hands and squeezed and kneaded them until my nipp**les pebbled. Each one he rolled between his thumb and finger until I squirmed under him.

Only then did he lean his head and take one into his mouth. He kissed and licked and bit at one until I thought I couldn't possibly take another second, then he switched to the other. He kept up this torture, switching back and forth, building me back up to the point of delirium.

His mouth covered mine at the same time he plunged his fingers into me, pumping so hard and fast that I flew over the edge before I even had time to prepare for it. I screamed into his mouth and he sucked down the cries with every stroke of his tongue.

He was taking everything I had and I welcomed it. I wanted to give him everything.

His fingers slowed and his kisses gentled until he was pressing his lips against the side of my mouth, along my jaw, my chin.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said, settling between my legs.

I wound my arms around his neck. “That makes two of us.”

His eyes burned and he stared down at me. “I want you.”

“You have me,” I answered without hesitation.

He shifted his hi**ps and reached between us. I felt the head of his co**ck nudging between my legs and opened wider. The silky hot length of him slid inside. He groaned and rested his forehead on my chest. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slid back in.

“Fuck,” he whispered, hot against my skin. He lifted his head and caught my eyes. They were darker than I’d ever seen them before. “Nothing between us, Skylar,” he said hoarsely. “I want you just like this. No more secrets, no more misunderstandings, no more mistrust. This, what we have right now, is how it’s going to be.”

His gaze burned into mine. I clenched around him and watched his jaw tighten.

“Nothing between us,” he said again.

I knew what he was saying. I knew what it could mean. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. My nails dug into his shoulders when he sped up his hi**ps. We fed on each other, building to a rough and frantic pace.

Moans filled the room. His. Mine. Mixing until one became the other.

He slid my hands from his neck and lifted them over my head, pinning them to the bed with only one of his. He then hooked my leg in the crook of one arm and shifted forward. He went deeper, harder now and I arched my back, urged him on.

It felt different, skin on skin. He glided inside me like he was covered in silk. The ridges of his co**ck stroked over the spot that made my eyes roll back. His thrusts were demanding and I gave him everything again.

Convulsing around him, I sobbed his name. Having him there inside me only prolonged the pleasure and I clenched around him on every out stroke.

The growls in his chest grew louder. His face tensed. Veins bulged until he threw back his head, bared his teeth like he was in agony and exploded inside me. His co**ck jumped and pulsed and emptied with each slowing thrust.

Finally he sank down onto me, panting for air. His grip loosened and he rolled off me, then brought one of my hands to his mouth, kissing the palm.

“Give me a few minutes and then we’ll go out and see what delectable treats they picked out, and then…” he sucked one of my fingers into his mouth. “Round two.”

Heat suffused my body and I rolled onto my side to face him.

That had been so much more than sex. When love was involved, it was indescribable. I never wanted it to be any other way.

My stomach grumbled and I burst out laughing. I’d been too nervous to eat while getting ready, so the Caprese salad had been it all day.

“Let’s get you something to eat, then.” Madden climbed out of bed and I rolled out after him. After a quick stop to clean up, I came out of the bathroom in a plush velvet soft robe. Madden had pulled on a pair of his lounge pants.

He held out his hand and I went to him. Together we walked into the living room where the candles still burned and sat at the table. Or Madden sat, and then pulled me into his lap. One by one, he lifted the silver domes. Chocolate covered strawberries. Dark chocolate mousse. Cheesecake.