His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 (6 page)

He slammed with such a force he was sure they were going to break the bed, but he needed, oh Christ how he needed. His breath came in ragged bursts, and his whole body trembled. Never had he felt so crazed, frantic with the need to fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek and fought the urge to come, never wanting this moment to end, but the need to release became so intense it was almost painful. He trembled from head to toe, and concentrated on the sensations as her scent fueled his lust.

Burning up, he pulled his cock out, and then jerked his hips forward, driving every inch back inside her tight sheath. A wheezing sound crawled out of his throat and his brain shut down, nothing existing but this moment, this woman. Christ he was lost, so damn lost in her. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his dick, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle, his restraint a thing of the past.

“Ah fuck,” he grunted, his balls tightening as he shuddered in surrender. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as an orgasm exploded through him. With his fingers biting into her hips, bruising her skin, he splashed his seed inside her, wanting nothing more than to leave them both a hot, wet mess when this was over.

He stayed on top of her for a long time, until his cock stopped pulsing and her body went limp. By small degrees he pulled out, and she whimpered when he slid off her and sprawled out beside her. She rolled over onto her back and he pulled her close. When she rested her head on his shoulder and released a contented sigh, he felt a small measure of panic, suddenly unnerved by how real this all felt.

Chapter Four

Bright rays of light slanting on the bedroom wall pulled Madison awake. She stretched and breathed deep, happy that her nose was clear and the medication seemed to have kicked her cold to the curb. Blinking her eyes open, she shot a glance around the room, her fuzzy mind trying to figure out where she was as her joints groaned in protest. She shifted, and when muscles that she hadn’t used in far too long ached in the most delightful ways, she jackknifed upright and shot a glance from left to right.

“Oh my God!” she said when she found Brad sprawled out beside her, his gorgeous body completely uncovered, completely naked, and calling out to her in the most sinful ways. She bit her bottom lip and her fingers twitched as memories of last night—her dream—crashed over her.

Except, she quickly realized, it hadn’t been a dream at all. She’d had sex with Brad.

She’d had sex with Brad!

But not only did she have sex—unbelievable, orgasmic, mind-blowing sex—with him, she acted like a goddamn wanton woman. Lacking any sort of inhibition, she’d ground her pussy against his face, moaning and groaning without censure, and even going so far to touch herself in front of him. Oh Christ, in her drug-induced semi-conscious state, she did lascivious, down and dirty things she never would have done had she been in her right mind. And with Brad of all guys.

But by God it was so good…

She gripped the hem of her nightshirt, which was still shoved up over her breasts, and pulled it down to her thighs to cover herself. Shocked by what had happened, she drew her knees to her chest, unable to stifle the low, tortured groan sounding in her throat as she buried her face in her hand. How would she ever face him? Then it occurred to her that he was going to be just as mortified as her when he woke up. As she mulled that over, there was another part of her, a small part that wondered—hoped—he’d crawled in here because he wanted her.

The feel of Brad’s palms closing over hers—the same calloused palms that touched her body so eagerly last night—had her sucking in a sharp breath.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft, his eyes questioning as they pulled her hands from her face. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking sleepy, tousled and so damn sexy it took effort to keep her thoughts focused.

“Brad,” she began, but had no idea what to say. “I…I…”

“Madison,” he whispered, a frown knitting his brows together as his glance went from her to the mussed sheet. “Wait.” He ran his hands through his hair and briefly pinched his eyes shut. “Did we…?”

She sat there, barely able to think let alone answer. She’d thought she was dreaming, thought she was simply having another one of her Brad fantasies, but from the wetness between her legs to the soreness of her muscles she knew it hadn’t been a dream at all.

She’d had sex with Brad. Hard, hot, fast sex.

“Fuck,” Brad groaned. “I’m sorry. Jesus Christ, I’m sorry, Madison. I thought…” he stopped talking while he pulled the sheet over his early morning erection, then started again with, “And I didn’t even use a condom. Shit, I
always
use a condom.”

Coming to his rescue she said, “It’s okay, I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He scrubbed his hand over his face, his brow knitted together in deep concern.

“And I get that you thought I was someone else.”

His head jerked up, a confused look came over his face. “What? No. That’s not what I meant.”

She started to inch away, keeping the sheets tight against her. “I’d better go.”

“Madison, wait. I didn’t think you were someone else. Why would you say that?”

“Brad, this never should have happened.”

“I know. It’s my fault. I went to get a drink and forgot you were in here.” Looking disgruntled and completely troubled he said, “I should have listened when you said those drugs knocked you out. I took two and chugged a beer.” He shrugged and she could tell he was trying to lighten her mood when he said, “At least our colds seem to be better.”

She picked at an invisible piece of lint, her hands shaking slightly, and when she went quiet, he scrubbed his chin, all humor gone from his face. “I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake.”

“Yeah, it was a mistake,” she whispered, her throat tightening as she mentally kicked herself. Brad didn’t want her and in his drug-induced state probably thought he was crawling between the sheets with one of his perfectly-put-together brazen women.

But oh how I acted so brazen last night
.

Her hair spilled forward and her stomach tightened with apprehension. She trembled despite the warmth of the body next to her.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay.”

Brad exhaled slowly, and raked his hands through his hair, mussing it even more. “Shit. We have to tell Jonah.”

Madison’s head came back with a start. “Tell Jonah? Why would we tell Jonah?”

His muscles flexed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because he’s my brother and I’m not going to keep something like this from him. I never thought you’d want to either.”

“Brad?”

“Yeah.”

“Pull the sheet up.”

He dipped his head and she tried not to follow his gaze, tried not to stare at his growing erection, or the delicious way it was climbing out from beneath the sheet like it was ready for round two.

“Oh right.” He pulled the sheet to his waist but she wished he’d cover himself to his neck. The sight of his naked chest, and hard abdominal muscles were making her mouth water.

“Okay, so what’s the game plan then?” he asked when he had himself somewhat decent.

“Game plan?”

“How are we going to tell Jonah?”

Feeling antsy and frustrated she wrung the sheets between her hands. “I told you. Jonah never has to know what happened.”

“Jesus, Madison. We owe it to him.” His brow furrowed. “After all…you two are…”

“We’re what?”

“Living together.”

“So?”

“So…I think if you two are a couple then it’s only right that you should tell him. If you don’t want to do it I will. I’ll just explain it was an accident, that I stumbled in here by mistake, and because I was so whacked out on cough medication, I thought I was dreaming when I…when we…you know… That way he’ll be pissed at me and not you.”

“Brad, you’re not making any sense. Why would Jonah care what we did?”

He threw his hands up in the air like he was exasperated, and his sheet slipped a bit. “Because he’s your boyfriend, that’s why.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I assumed…”

She pulled the sheet to her neck. “Well, you assumed wrong. Jonah and I are friends. All we’ve ever been is friends.”

Brad sat up next to her, the headboard creaking as he settled himself against it. He aimed those gorgeous blue eyes of his her way. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Why would I kid about that?”

“So you and my brother.” He paused and waved to the mussed sheets. “You’re not…?”

She frowned and gave a quick shake of her head, her hair flying around her face. “No, we’re not.”

His mouth curved, a new gleam lighting his eyes. “You never have?”

“No.”

He raked his hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”

“What?”

“So then we have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Well,” she said, her rattled brain trying to keep up with his erratic train of thought.

Excitement moved over his face as he inched closer. “And there is no reason we can’t do it again.”

With her thoughts in turmoil, still trying to deal with what had happened between them, and why he thought she and Jonah were an item, she was having trouble following the conversation. “Do what again?”

“This.”

“This?” she asked, realization dawning. “As in have sex again?” she squeaked out, her heart racing, confident that last night’s cold and medication must have rattled her brain, because no way could Brad really be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. When he nodded, rather enthusiastically, she gave a confused shake of her head. “You want to have sex again?”

“Hell yeah.”

“With me?”

When he laughed she acknowledged the flare of desire between her legs then she acknowledged something else—the way he was inching closer, his eyes skirting over her covered body.

“Of course with you.”

Her hand went to her hair to smooth it, and as she resisted reaching for her glasses, she was thankful that she’d forgotten her bite plate at home. “I just…I never thought you…”

“So what do you say, Madison?” He pushed his hands through her hair and cupped the back of her neck. “Do you want to sleep with me again?”

She swallowed, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. “I…I don’t sleep with just anybody,” she said for lack of anything else as she tried to wrap her brain around this unexpected turn of events.

He stroked the back of her neck with the soft pad of his finger and goose bumps broke out on her flesh. He inched closer until the scent of his skin overwhelmed her, and pitched his voice low, too low, and countered, “I’m hardly just anybody.”

Every nerve in her body came alive and when she pushed her legs out straight, it pulled the sheet with her, exposing more of his rock-hard body. “We’ve never even been on a real date, never had dinner together,” she blurted out. “Heck, we never even kissed.” Although there was that kiss in the bathroom. But that was only because he had a concussion, right? When he gave her a grin, like he too was remembering the bathroom incident, she said, “I mean, not really.”

Catching her off guard, he leaned in to her, and the second he closed his soft lips over hers, a whirlwind of sensations whipped through her. Her blood burned hotter, her nipples tightened and everything inside her urged her to go for it. Have wild, crazy sex with Brad. His tongue moved into her mouth, and she moaned, resisting the urge to pinch herself because how could this really be happening. A tremble moved through her as his mouth pressed hungrily, and deep between her legs, her pussy grew warm, slick, preparing for him again.

He inched back. “And you’re wrong, when we’ve eaten together many times growing up. And just last night we shared a pizza.”

Trying not to sound as breathless as she felt, she said, “It’s not the same.”

He pushed her hair back and his nostrils flared as he put his nose near her neck and breathed her in. “I like it when you smell like me.”

“It’s your deodorant,” she explained. “I didn’t have any yesterday so I used yours.”

He angled his head, like he was processing that, then said, “It’s more than that. I’m all over you.”

Oh, God how I want him all over me again!

Maybe she should go for it. Maybe she should have sex with him again. But then another thought hit. Last night was wild, crazy, and uninhibited because they’d both thought it was a dream. If she said yes to this, would Brad slow things down? She always took him for a guy who’d want to take his time to strip his woman bare and leave the lights on so he could look at inch of her body.

Before she could speak he said, “You’re right, though.”

“I’m right?”

“About the pizza and the meals we shared when we were young. Let me take you on a date tonight. A proper date at a nice restaurant, with a proper ending.”

Oh God…

“A proper ending?”

He gave her a sheepish look as he placed his big hand over her stomach and splayed his fingers. “Yeah, you at least have to give me a chance to do this right.”

Her pulse leapt thinking about the way he’d touched her, the way he’d buried his face in her pussy and licked her until she came. “You mean you did it wrong?”

He laughed. “Well sort of. I thought I was dreaming, so last night was kind of all about me. All about what I wanted.” Intense blue eye full of heat and promise locked on hers. “I want to make sure you get what you want to.”

“Oh, believe me, I did,” she blurted out without thinking.

He grinned. “That’s good to hear. But still, I want to take my time with you. I want to see every inch of you, kiss every inch of you.”

As she thought about him taking his time with her
, seeing
and
kissing
every inch of her, her body tightened with unease. “Brad, I don’t know—”

“I do.” He grinned. “What’s the harm in two friends having a little fun?”

Her mind raced. She knew Brad was a one-night kind of guy and wasn’t into relationships, not anymore, so what was he really asking of her. One more time. Two? Ten?

She wasn’t sure, but it did beg the question, what did she want out of this? Well, she knew what she wanted but it wasn’t like Brad wanted a long-term relationship with her. Honestly, he hadn’t even noticed her before seeing her dressed in her tight work clothes that made her look sexy, confident…brazen. Like the kind of woman he gravitated toward. Clearly, that was the girl he wanted, considering he’d never shown interest before that. Despite the fact that she wanted long term, there was no way she could present Made-Up Madison forever. Eventually the real Madison would show through—the Madison who went without makeup and wore a bite plate, glasses and baggy, unflattering clothes—the Madison who would undoubtedly send Brad running for the hills because underneath the façade she was so not his type.

“What exactly are you asking me? To have sex with you again tonight?”

As if privy to her innermost thoughts, he said, “Yes, and every night for the rest of the month.”

“One month?”

“I ship out in one month, so until then, why don’t we just have some fun together?”

As she took a moment to chew on that, it occurred to her that she
could
do Made-Up Madison for thirty days. She could pretend to be something she wasn’t for one month, and then when the fun ended and he shipped out, behind closed doors she could let her hair down and go back to being herself. After all, this was a once in a lifetime offer and she’d be a fool to turn it down, right?

“So what do you say, Madison. Do you want to spend the next thirty days having sex with me?”