His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 (14 page)

“Do it,” he said, his voice coaxing, the look in his eyes urging her to shed the last of her inhibition and do what he was asking. She stood there trying to catch her breath as the air around them grew heavy.

“Madison,” he said, his voice a little harsher, a little more demanding, fueling the flames in her belly. “Take your clothes off.”

Good God, there really was something about his take-charge attitude that got to her. When he crushed his body to hers, she trembled from head to toe, wanting…no…needing to do this. Not just for him, but for herself. Her fingers went to her blouse. Slowly, one by one, she released the buttons, and when she felt him suck in a breath, his chest expanding as it pressed against her back, it filled her with a new kind of bravado.

She released the last button and rolled one shoulder. The blouse slipped down her arm and Brad grabbed it, his fingers trailing over her flesh as he pulled it off and let it drop to the floor. She slipped off her bra straps and her nipples tightened painfully as Brad swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. With no darkness to hide her body, she pulled off her bra to expose her big breasts, ones she spent so many years hiding. She put her hands on them, and Brad moaned, desire growing in his eyes.

She cradled her breasts, and as she enjoyed the weight in her hands, all the while listening to Brad’s agonized moans behind her, she couldn’t deny that she felt desirable, feminine even, under his watchful eye. She angled her body, and examined her breasts from the side, lightly rubbing her thumbs over her nipples as she took pleasure in the texture and size.

Sliding her hands lower, and catching the urgency on Brad’s face, the raw desire in his eyes as she undressed, she pulled open her jeans and wiggled slightly as she slid them down. A quiver moved through her when Brad ran his hands over the crest of her buttocks, the gentle pressure urging her on.

“Mmmm, no panties,” he said, his voice fractured, broken, heavy with desire. “Do you have any idea how crazy it made me tonight, sitting next to you for hours and knowing you were bare for me?”

After removing her jeans, she straightened and looked at her nakedness in the mirror, her body flooding with sexual heat.

“Touch yourself,” Brad growled, impatience in his tone.

She put her hands on her stomach and moved them to her sides, shaping her contours.

Brad watched her carefully, then said, “Open your legs.”

She inched her legs open, the warm air rushing over the moisture between her thighs as she registered every curve in her body. Calloused fingers trailed down her arm, and when her eyes met his in the mirror, raw lust filled his gaze. As she looked at him, every square inch of her skin burned, her breasts felt heavy, achy…and oddly enough…beautiful.

“You have a body to be admired, sweetheart. Not hidden.” His hands reached her hips and he gripped them hard, his fingers biting into her skin. “At least not from me.”

Her body spasmed with pleasure as his words rang in her ears. Without his coaxing, she touched the inside of her thighs, and couldn’t believe how much pleasure she was taking in the exploring her body, how freeing and erotic it felt to caress herself like this.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper as his cock pulsed against her back. As sexual tension hung heavy, he murmured, “Touch every inch of yourself.”

She moaned, and when she ran her finger over her slit, her head fell back, landing on his chest. Ecstasy like she’d never before experienced swamped her as she concentrated only on the points of pleasure. Her warm heat coated her finger and she grew slicker as she rubbed herself, circling her clit until it was hard and needy and desperate for Brad’s attention.

With Brad’s mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “Look at your pussy, baby. Look at how wet and hot it is.” She lifted her head and let her glance drop to the juncture between her legs. “You like it, don’t you? You like touching yourself?”

Her finger moved quicker over her sex and when she didn’t say anything, Brad pushed, “Tell me, Madison. Tell me how much you like touching your pussy.”

“Oh, God, Brad. I like it,” she murmured. “I like it so much.”

He curled his hands around her waist. “Yeah, I like it too.” He pushed his cock into the small of her back, and lowered his voice, his breath hot on her neck when he said, “Feel how much I like it, baby?”

Pleasure forked through her and she smiled, loving that she could do this to him. She slipped a finger inside herself and she felt his body tense, his cock pulsing hard against her back. Her throat dried as she stroked herself, acquainting herself with her body, one she’d always shied away from touching. But not tonight. Oh no, tonight with Brad urging her on, not only was she caressing herself for the first time in her life, she was taking pleasure in the way her body looked and felt.

Tension grew inside her, and her finger worked harder over her clit. She grabbed Brad’s hand. “Touch with me.”

One of Brad hands went to her breasts to play with her nipples while the other hand joined hers between her legs. His palm closed over the back of her hand and heat radiated from his body to hers as one of his thick fingers pushed inside to join with hers. Feeling so deliciously full, she began moving, rocking against their fingers while he toyed with her nipples, the dual assault pushing her over the edge.

“Oh God, Brad,” she cried out when her skin tightened, heat streaking through her with the rapid approach of her climax.

“You are so sexy when you come,” Brad whispered.

She flushed hotly, then shook all over, giving herself over to the powerful orgasm ripping through her. She whimpered and kept her hand between her legs as she rode out the waves. Warmth reverberated through her as Brad held her tight, absorbing her tremors. When she stopped spasming, she sucked in air, but before she could catch her breath, Brad spun her around, and lifted her clear off the floor.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled as he set her on her dresser. Her heart beat madly as she listened to the impatience in his voice. She looked at him, and not only was he shaking, it occurred to her that she’d never seen such intensity in his eyes before.

His glance left hers and fell over her body. Strong fingers gripped her thighs and roughly pushed them open, completely exposing her to him. He pulled open her nether lips. “So fucking pretty.” He lightly brushed her sensitive clit, and when her hips jerked, the muscles along his jaw rippled. Soft curses caught in his throat as he ripped open his jeans and shoved them to his thigh. “Jesus Christ, I need to fuck you so bad.”

Her dry throat cracked as she tore at his shirt. “I need it too,” she managed to get out. He pulled off his shirt and a second later, after he pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it on, he positioned his cock at her entrance.

She jerked her hips forward, demanding more as she palmed his shoulder muscles and found him trembling. His mouth devoured hers hungrily, and he kissed her hard, his tongue pushing inside to tangle with hers. Pressure built in her body as she met his every thrust, and as they established a rhythm, the world around her faded. Nothing existing but this moment and this man.

She writhed, shockwaves moving through her body as his fingers went to her inflamed clit. He stroked her gently, then a gasp caught in her throat when he powered his cock into her, driving so hard and deep she could barely remember her name.

She held him tight and her body suffused with color as he pushed deeper, harder, like he was seeking more than release. She scraped her nails over his back and filled her lungs with his scent, letting it curl through her and raise her passion to new heights. He dipped his head and swiped his tongue across one sensitized nipple and when he glanced back at her his expression was tender, hot.

Her breath caught and she cried out his name. His mouth found hers again and a riot of emotions broke out inside her.

As she savored the warmth of his mouth, a whimper escaped her lips. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and when he rammed back in her body went up in flames, an orgasm taking her by surprise. He swallowed her gasp as she squeezed her sex muscles as her hot flow of release dripped over his cock. The pleasure was so intense she gripped his shoulders, sure she was going to black out.

“Christ,” he groaned, closing his eyes in distress as her pussy muscles gripped him hard. He began panting, his breath coming in labored bursts and she could hear the impatience, the need in his voice when he said, “I’m not going to last, baby.”

She put her palms on his face, and his eyes opened. God, when he looked directly at her like that, it was possible to forget every sane thought.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” she whispered. “I want you to feel as good as I do.”

The sound of him swallowing cut through the air, then he gripped her thighs, pulled her closer to the edge of her bureau, and burrowed so deep, her womb clenched. As the air around them grew heavy with the scent of their lovemaking, he wrapped his arms around her waist, thrust once, twice, then threw his head back and let go on a growl.

She moaned as he pulsed inside her, and she squeezed him hard, milking his release as her heart beat erratically in her chest.

“Fuck,” he murmured into her neck, his warm breath arousing her all over again. After a long time, he eased his cock out, and disposed of the condom.

He kicked off his pants, stepped back between her legs, and slid an arm around her waist. “Come on.” He pulled her off the dresser, his expression so dark, so concentrated and so potent it touched something deep inside her.

With her body still humming, she fought to think. “Where are we going?”

His nostrils flared and as he intimately ran his fingers down her arm she shivered under his touch. His gaze dropped from her eyes, to her mouth to her breasts, and she heard the raw hunger in his voice when he said, “I’m not nearly done with you, sweetheart.”

She fell silent as he scooped her up and carried her to her bed. An uneasy feeling closed in on her as he spread her out and climbed over her body, because she knew she was far from done with him too. But Brad had made it perfectly clear that he was offering only a month of sex. And while he wasn’t looking for anything that resembled a relationship, she found herself hungering for so much more than just his touch.

Chapter Ten

Warm morning sunlight filtered in through Madison���s open curtains as Brad stretched out on the bed. He shifted to his side and his cock swelled the second he set sight on the gorgeous woman asleep next to him. He went up on one elbow for a better look. As he gazed at her, taking in her nakedness, her mussed hair, and the traces of makeup still on her face because he refused to let her out of the bed last night, he knew he had to have her again.

She stirred beside him, and when her eyes opened and she caught him staring down at her, she made a move to jump from the mattress, something he’d grown accustomed to.

“I’ll be right back,” she said an anxious look on her face as she smoothed her hands through her hair.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Brad asked, dragging her back down with him. He rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him.

She pointed to the hall. “I was just going to fresh…” Her voice fell off as he pushed his knee between her legs, opening her to him.

“And I was just going to fuck you,” he murmured. She gasped as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He gave her a sheepish look. “That is if you’re not too sore from last night.”

“I’m not,” she murmured. Her eyes dimmed with desire, and something else, something he couldn’t quite put a name to when she wrapped her hands around his neck and opened her body to him.

He pushed into her, driving his cock all the way inside her. As her tight muscles closed around him, he buried his face in her neck. Jesus, everything about their lovemaking felt so intimate, so right, but he somehow knew no matter how many times they came together as one, he’d never be able to assuage his need for her.

“Brad,” she murmured, everything in the soft, intimate way she spoke his name, touching him on a completely different level. A moan caught in her throat, and her body quivered.

She wrapped her legs around his back and held him tight as he pumped deep. Their moans of pleasure merged, her hard nipples scraping against his chest as he settled his weight on her. She whimpered and arched her back, running her nails along his shoulders as he ravaged her.

“I love the way you fill me, Brad,” she cried out.

“I know, baby. I know.” As a barrage of emotions ripped through him, some small coherent part of his brain registered that sex with her was always good, but there was something different about this time. Something that was making it harder and harder for him to separate sex and emotions.

Silence fell over them as they both gave and took, communicating through their touches only. They both pushed and pulled, increasing the rhythm and pressure, knowing just what the other one needed to bring them to orgasm. Even after all the sex they had last night, both their climaxes came fast, and as moisture sealed their bodies, he collapsed on top of her.

“Jesus, Madison,” he murmured into her neck, his chest rising and falling erratically. He inched back and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and when he caught her glance, his eyes moved over face. A moment later his stomach dropped, and he rolled off her. “Shit.”

“What?” she asked, her body tensing as her hand once again went to her hair to smooth it down.

He angled his head to see her. “We didn’t use a condom.”

Her eyes lit with surprise, then her hand closed over his. The warmth and familiarity in her touch escalated the tension inside him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill, remember.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

She crinkled her nose. “Actually, I was kind of wondering why you went back to using one. I mean, we’re protected and we accidently went without one the first night…”

As she let her words fall off, he pulled her to him. She snuggled into him and his nerve endings came alive. Deep down, he knew he was getting in too deep with her. And somehow, he just somehow knew, making love to her for the rest of the month, without a barrier in place, one that helped him keep a measure of distance, not only physically, but emotionally, was going to change everything for him.

He threw his legs over the bed. “I…uh…I need to get moving.” He raked his hands through his hair and shot her a look over his shoulder. “The realtor is coming by to assess Granddad’s place.”

A surprised look came over her face. “It’s going on the market already?”

“Yeah. I’d like to at least get it up for sale before I leave at the end of the month.”

“Right,” Madison said as she stared at the mussed sheets. She wet her lips and her thoughts seemed to be a million miles away when she added, “I suppose it’s good to tie up all loose ends before you go.”

His gaze moved over her face as she reached for her lip balm on her nightstand, and he felt an odd tightness in his gut. Is that what she thought of him? A loose end to be tied up at the end of the month? Really, why wouldn’t she? With that last thought in mind, he slipped from the bed, pulled on his clothes and left in a hurry.

For the next few weeks Brad worked on getting the house ready for sale, and when he wasn’t at the old homestead he could be found at Madison’s place, finishing her repairs, helping her replace the old copper piping and seal the holes in the walls.

They cooked together every night, talked quietly over their dinner, and last weekend she even helped him pick out a gift for the baby shower. For that he was grateful, considering there was a good chance he’d have showed up with a screwdriver set or something equally pathetic. Every night, however, he fell into bed with Madison, where they’d make sweet love until the wee hours of the morning, taking advantage of every moment they had, while they still had it.

As he looked at her now, on this beautiful Sunday morning, he realized that going to bed with her every night was one thing, but waking up with her every morning was something else entirely, something he was getting awfully used to it. Except the month was quickly coming to a close, and in a few short days he’d be heading north and his brother would be moving back in to take over where Brad had left off. Well…not exactly where Brad had left off. At least he hoped not. Not that he had any rights with Madison. He didn’t. And the truth was, she could date whomever she wanted.

As Madison stretched out beside him, he glanced at the clock. They’d been up half the night making love and if he didn’t tear his eyes off her naked body and get his shit together, he’d be late for the baby shower.

“Hey,” he said, and when she turned to him, looking all sleepy, sexy…a well-fucked woman…his cock hardened. He smiled and as she rubbed up against him he had to admit, he loved how comfortable she now was in her own skin, how she no longer hid under the cover of darkness, or ran away every morning only to come back completely made up. His smile dissolved when he thought about walking away when this thing between them was over.

“What’s wrong?” Madison asked, blinking dark lashes at him.

He pointed to the clock. “I have to get ready for Gemma’s baby shower.”

“And that’s a problem?”

He ran his hand down her arm, and gently stroked the underside of her breast, loving the way her nipples tightened beneath his touch. “It’s a problem because all I want to do is fuck you again.”

A smile split her lips and the emotional way she looked at him nearly stopped his heart. Christ, there was no denying that he felt a new closeness between them, an intimacy that went well beyond sex.

As she adjusted her body, offering herself up to him so nicely, he climbed over her and dropped a soft kiss on her mouth. “Baby, if I don’t move now, I’m never going to.” His cock probed her opening, anxious to nestle deep inside.

“Then I guess you should move,” she murmured, a wicked glint in her eyes as she wiggled her hips, her passion drenched pussy closing around the tip of his cock, urging him to move inside her.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his mouth going to her breast. He kissed her nipple, and her skin tightened beneath his lips.

She grinned. “Exactly.”

Her hand slid over his back, and he moaned, allowing himself to get lost in her touch. “A fast one?” he asked.

“And hard,” she said.

“Jesus girl, you’re going to be the death of me.” Without preamble, he thrust inside her. As his bare cock made contact with her hot flesh, he knew it was going to be a fast time indeed, and no matter how many times he fucked her, he’d never be able to get enough.

Her eyes fell shut as he moved in and out of her, and the ecstasy flitting across her face was just about the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His heart pinched, some working brain cell warning that being with her like this felt too real, too good.

Shit. The last thing he wanted to do was fall for her. He hit the road in few short days, and past experiences told him not to set himself up for failure again. And of course, he couldn’t forget how she was doing a countdown of her own, showing no signs of wanting more once their thirty days were over.

“Brad,” she murmured, her mouth opening and closing as she tumbled into orgasm. Her pussy squeezed him and his mouth found hers as he too gave himself over, joining her in climax.

After their tremors subsided, he slid off and she glanced at the clock. Trying to keep things light he said, “What, now you’re timing me?”

She laughed. “No, just making sure you can still make it on time.”

He frowned, and she closed her palm over his cheek, the warmth of her hand, not to mention the compassion on her face, touching him in places so deep, a tremor moved through him.

“You don’t want to go, do you?” she asked.

He cleared his throat and tried for normal. “It’s for couples, mainly, but Gemma wants me there, and I’d never do anything to disappoint her.”

Warmth moved into her eyes, and the way she smiled up at him left him feeling breathless. “Would it help if I went with you?”

His eyes moved over her face, and his heart squeezed to think she’d do that for him, even knowing Jack’s girlfriend could very well be there. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Maybe I want to.”

He brought her hand to his face and kissed her fingers. “It could be…awkward.”

She nodded, knowing full what he meant. “A lot has changed, Brad.”

As he looked at her, he knew she was right. Right before his eyes he watched her change, blossom into a confident woman, and he couldn’t help but think he was partially responsible. In fact, he hoped he was.

“If you want me to go, I’ll go.”

He swallowed against the tightness in his throat, knowing he wanted her there, and not because he found the whole idea of attending a baby shower solo uncomfortable. “I’d love it if you came.”

“Good.” She gave him a playful wink. “Otherwise I’d be stuck at home eating a whole cake by myself.”

He thought back to yesterday, to when he’d dragged her upstairs with him. She’d been putting the final touches on a cake. Little did he know she’d been baking it for Gemma and Cole, people she barely knew.

He shook his head, because she never failed to surprise him, impress him with her generosity and thoughtfulness. “So you were planning to come all along?”

She smiled. “Gemma did invite me. But I wasn’t going to go if you didn’t want me there.” She gave him a nudge. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late.”

They hopped from the bed, showered together, grabbed a bite for breakfast and made their way to Gemma and Cole’s cute little bungalow on the outskirts of town. In the yard they were greeted by their dogs, Stallone, Charlie and Nana. After Madison and Brad dropped to their knees, showering all three animals with attention—although the dogs seemed more interested in what Madison had in the cake box than in their pats—they walked up the pathway leading to the front door.

“Brad,” Gemma said as she swung the door open. But her attention quickly turned to Madison and the box in her hand. “Madison, I’m so glad you came. But you didn’t have to bring anything.”

“I wanted to,” she said, and as Brad stepped closer in a protective manner, one hand going to the small of her back he suddenly knew…knew what it was about her that had been getting under his skin, and had him thinking about long term. She was sexy, sensitive, fun loving and compassionate. Everything he’d ever wanted in a partner.

“Come on in and meet everyone.” She ushered them both inside and took the gift from Brad before she pointed to the kitchen. “The guys are in there. Go grab a beer while I introduce Madison around.”

Brad glanced at Madison, gauging her reactions. She smoothed her hand over her pretty sundress, one with a plunging necklace that showcased her beautiful curvy body. Even though his protective instincts were coming out full force, she nodded, and sent him on his way. Brad joined Jack and Cole in the kitchen, but his attention was on Madison as Gemma introduced her around.

Madison exchanged greetings with a few couples he recognized and a few he didn’t. When she came to Jack’s girlfriend, Sarah, he watched the way Sarah’s envious eyes moved over Madison’s lush body. That’s when it occurred to him the girl was completely jealous of Madison, which was probably why she’d picked on her. For a minute he wondered why Jack would date a girl like her. Then he remembered Jack’s father was a general, and from the looks of her expensive jewelry, the two likely moved in the same social circles.

“Hello, Maddy,” Sarah said, her glance moving over Madison’s pretty dress.

Tension moved through Brad, but when Madison straightened her shoulders, standing her ground and facing her childhood bully straight on, he relaxed, and released the breath he had no idea he was holding.

“It’s Madison,” she said politely. “I probably should have told you that a long time ago.”

Brad smiled, never more proud of anyone in his entire life. Not only was she sweet and sexy, she was classy and dignified, handling the situation like the poised beautiful woman she was.

“Hey,” Cole said, putting his hand on Brad’s shoulder to bring his attention back around. “What’s the matter with you?” he asked, looking past Brad’s shoulders to see what he’d been staring at.

“Nothing.” He took a huge swig of beer.

“Don’t worry,” Cole said. “She’s in good hands.”

“Yeah, that’s not what I heard,” Jack said, a knowing grin on his face.