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Hands that moved too slowly tore open the wrapper. Cole rolled a condom over the head of his cock until he was fully sheathed, jutting proudly from a nest of sandy hair.

He caught her lascivious look and grinned. “I'll go easy.”

Her insides clenched, warmth blossoming into molten heat that traveled down her body all the way to her toes. Dampness gathered between her thighs, her clit swollen and aching.

“Don't,” Madison whispered. His mouth fell open as she dug her fingers into his ass and ground herself against him. “Don't go easy,” she rasped in his ear.

Chapter Five

Madison's gasp turned to a cry as Cole toppled her onto the bed. He quickly followed, nudging her legs apart. His fingers drew a line down the seam of her pussy. She squirmed under his touch as another burst of pleasure splashed over her, slickening her sex.

A satisfied smile transformed Cole's face to wickedness as he lifted his finger, glistening with her juices, to his mouth. His eyes closed as his tongue came out to taste, a satisfied rumble purring from his chest.

Madison couldn't look away, wondering how that could be so damn hot.

His eyes snapped open, his gaze raking her hips, her breasts, her mouth…pinning her to the pillow. “I want you. Hard. Fast. Now.” His words were thick with hunger.

The smell of lust and anticipation drowned Madison's senses. She drank in his wild expression, tremors rippling across her skin. Oh, she wanted him too. Badly.

“Please.” She could barely get the word out.

Cole grinned. He grasped one knee, hooked it around his hip, opening her further. His gaze locked on hers as the blunt head of his cock nudged inside. Madison tensed, suffering sweet agony, knowing she hovered on the precipice of something wonderful.

“Ahhh.”

He eased inside, pushing into her tightness, each inch gained igniting a thousand pinpoints of pure pleasure. Her eyelids lowered, eyes rolling back…

So this was what ecstasy meant?

A final push and he was deep inside. There was a moment when everything stilled, an out of body experience where Madison could see the two of them twined together in her mind's eye. A moment of such perfection. Then Cole buried his face in her hair, breathing deep, seemingly gathering control before pulling back.

“Are you okay?” he breathed.

Madison opened her eyes. Unable to find the words to explain how
fucking
good it felt, she twined her legs more firmly about him and arched her back. Cole shuddered, a low groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest as he sank back into her, right to the hilt. Withdrawal was a slow, seductive glide.

Madison cried out as he plunged deep again and she rose to meet his deliberate, measured rhythm. She pressed her lips against his neck, the taste of him biting at her senses. Primal instinct took over and she surrendered to the exquisite thrust and slide. Riding the pleasure, she clasped at Cole's shoulders, clinging on by her fingernails, holding onto the only thing that was real.

Each delicious moment took her higher. Cole brushed a string of kisses along her jaw, then dropped to nuzzle at her throat and down, to the top of her breasts. Lower.

The roughness of his tongue rasped around her nipple and Madison bowed off the bed, rising into a breathtaking spiral. He bit down and all thought was ripped from her. The suck and pull of his mouth, the hard length of his cock driving in and out—Madison became nothing more than a sensual carnal being. Her sex clenched in a tight fist around his cock and she rocked against him, savoring each second of pleasure as her orgasm took her. Hard. She was dimly aware of Cole's pace faltering. He thrust deep one last time and came with a wordless shout.

Leached of energy, Madison fell back against the bed. She was wrecked. Satisfyingly shattered. With an effort, she pried her eyes open, expecting to see the same contented expression on Cole's face. Not so. He sat back and watched her carefully, his expression shuttered.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling at the corner of the sheet to cover his crotch.

Madison shifted against the pillows. Didn't she look like a woman who'd just been thoroughly and fantastically fucked? She noted the twinge of concern drawing at the corner of his eyes. The way he concealed himself. The hunger still sitting behind his guarded expression.

Truth dawned and heat suffused her cheeks as flickering images flooded her mind…her mouth fused with his, his cock buried deep inside her, the earth-shattering orgasm.

“You held back.” She leveled her accusation at Cole.

There was no denial and the bottom fell out of the fragile world she'd just created. Any lingering pleasure from what was, hands down, the most amazing sex she'd ever experienced, faded as anger speared her chest. Madison had just been satisfied within an inch of her life and he was ruining it for her.

She couldn't stand to look at him any longer. She pushed at his chest, tears of frustration pricking at her lids when he didn't budge.

“Get out of my way.” She pushed again. Harder this time.

Cole levered off the bed and cast a puzzled look toward her as he retreated to the bathroom. Madison waited until she heard the water running before falling back on the bed, and covering her face with her hands.

Sex with her had meant nothing to Cole.
Less than nothing.
She'd wanted him to take her as if she was
the
woman he couldn't keep his hands off. Lose control. Like she had. She'd wanted it to be real.

Instead, he'd been as fake as the Barbie-doll world Madison was trying to escape.

After disposing of the condom, Cole took a moment to rinse his hands and rub water over his face. He was at a loss. What the hell was it with Madison? Every time he thought he had her tagged and labelled, another facet of her personality emerged. Each one less phony and more appealing than the last.

All of his instincts pointed to her needing him.

Was it an act? An elaborate ruse? Cole couldn't put his finger on the truth.

Added to that was Madison's reaction afterwards. Women like her didn't care enough to realize he'd kept something of himself back. And he barely had. It had taken every inch of his control to hold on.

Yet, Madison had noticed. Not only that, she'd seemed hurt.

Cole's brow furrowed as unease grew in his chest. It didn't feel good to know he'd upset her.

His mouth pinched tight as he prepared to go back and face her. This had all been a mistake. A horrible, fucking amazing mistake.

The sight that met him as he opened the door stopped any thoughts of leaving. Madison was a beautiful wreck, her hair a mass of blonde tangles, her lips full and cherry red.

And her eyes. It was her eyes that caused Cole's blood to thump harder in his veins and drew him forward to tug her from the bed. He led her to the mirror over the dresser, turning her in his arms. He needed to show her what he saw.

Madison's wild-eyed reflection was determined. Almost savage. She stared at herself for a moment, then tentatively raised her arm as if to smooth her hair back into place. Cole circled her wrist with one hand, holding her still against his chest. She looked at him through the reflected glass, her gaze questioning.

“Look at you,” he prompted. “This is how I imagined you when I first saw you tonight. This is what I'll remember.”

“What, me looking like a well-used whore?” Her lip curled as she reassessed her image, not even close to getting it.

She tried to look away, but Cole tightened his grip on her hair so she had to face her reflection. “No. This is what a just-fucked woman should look like.” He growled in her ear. “You are stunning.”

“No. I'm not.” Madison struggled against him, twisting in his arms.

But Cole held fast, ignoring her denial. How could she not appreciate the ripeness of her tongue-lashed nipples, wetness glistening between her thighs? He nudged her legs apart, no longer willing to just look. Their eyes met in the reflection as she allowed her body to be positioned just how Cole wanted her. He raised her arms in the air, tracing his hands slowly down the sensuous curves of her body.

Her gaze flickered, caught between staying on his face and staring at the image of them twined in the mirror. It was an erotic sight, the length of his hands spanning the slender perfection of her waist. Coupled with the nudge of his cock against her ass, he could scarcely beat back the urge to take her. Now.

Cole forced himself to inch away from the wet temptation of her pussy. He rolled another condom on and edged back into position. In the mirror, he watched his hands shift up to pinch and pet her nipples. Her head dropped back on his shoulder and he took her weight as she leaned against him, caught up in the magic of the erotic view of their tanned supple bodies. One strong and muscular, the other smooth and fluid, both with blond hair merging, bare shades apart.

Cole couldn't contain his dark desire any longer. Catching her about the waist, he pushed her forward until she had to support herself against the dresser.

“This is for you,” he breathed.

He tugged her head back, wrapping a fistful of hair around his hand. When she had nowhere to look but the mirror, Cole thrust inside, lost in the view of watching Madison watch herself. Her eyes closed, mouth parted as a slow hiss of air seeped through her teeth.

Cole pressed against her back, nudging her lower so she opened further and the root of his cock pounded against her sex. He played with the pretty, pink peaks of her nipples, feeling her stiffen as the sensations increased. Became too much. He found her clit and she let out a cry, but one little touch was all she got as his thumb dipped back into her damp juices. Cole had other plans. He trailed the creamy liquid up to the pucker of her ass. Madison tensed.

“Keep going,” he whispered urgently.

She bucked back to meet his steady rhythm and he rewarded her by pressing his thumb against her ass. Her pace stuttered. Cole slid the hand kneading her breasts down her belly to curve into the manicured strip of her mound.

“Don't slow down,” he commanded. His eyes locked on hers in the mirror, forcing her to understand what he saw. Sweat sheened her face, her mouth open, air blowing out in little breaths across the glass. “Don't think. Just feel,” he ordered as her eyes widened.

Cole felt her moan rather than heard it. He pushed harder against her ass, at the same time finding the swollen bundle of nerves just begging to be petted. One hand on her clit, one playing with her ass, Cole drove his thumb a little deeper. Her legs started shaking, and as his thumb breached her anus, she clenched around him, an untamed, feral look on her face.

The sight sent Cole tumbling over the edge, the sensation a brutal, exquisite ambush. He came so hard, everything else just stopped.
Fuck.
He'd never felt anything so good.

He fought for breath, clutching Madison to him as any lingering reservations he had about being with her shut off with a definite click.

* * * * *

Fingers whispered over her skin. Madison smiled, turning sleepily into arms that had stayed wrapped around her all night.

All night.

The first hint of storm clouds nudged at her conscience.

Please. Don't let it be morning.

But, even with her eyes closed, Madison could see the light seeping beneath her eyelashes…letting reality in.

Logan.

Her mother.

Oh god.
Before she could stop them, recriminations came calling and her eyelids flickered. If her mother could see her now…

Madison imagined her face. Perfectly contoured lips clenched together and that resigned, disappointed look.

Closing her eyes did nothing to lessen the impact of her imagination. There was nothing she could do about it now. Nothing she wanted to do. Years of being told how to act, who to talk to, and what to say had flown out the window last night.

Now it was over and Madison was supposed to act like it hadn't happened? She'd never participated in a one-night-stand—although her night with Cole could hardly be called that. More like a one night, all night stand, sit, lie, lick, suck and fuck fest.

A giggle bubbled in her throat as the words tumbled through her brain. Words Cole had whispered to her as he'd covered every inch of her skin with his tongue, filled her with the hardness of his cock until she screamed.

She swallowed. Her throat was still raw. She'd never known half of the things he had done to her
could
be done.

And her mother would never accept that as a good enough reason to act like a slut.

Oh, shit.
Madison leapt out of bed like a scalded cat.
Lunch today.

She spun around. Cole lay watching her, a lazy smile on his face. She tried not to notice how good he looked. His hair was mussed into a tangle of blond locks, his hooded half-stare waking up her hormones with a happy
good morning
. Sensuality practically sizzled off the bed sheets, begging her to crawl back in there with him. He was, in a word, magnificent.

Madison ripped her gaze away, guilt making it hard to keep drinking in his wanton stare. She'd promised herself one night.

That night was over.

“I'd ask if you have any regrets, but I see you've found plenty.” Cole lifted himself up on one elbow with a grimace.

Madison's frown deepened. Why would she be ashamed of what'd happened last night? It hadn't been just about sex. Not for her. More of an awakening.

“No. No regrets.”

She hadn't held back. Madison had given everything, things she hadn't even known about herself. One reckless night to be someone else—anyone else—except Madison St. James.

She blushed as scenes flashed back, reminding her how far she'd gone. Touching herself in front of him, riding his cock, being pounded in front of the mirror, head thrown back while she screamed his name…

Had she really done all of those things
?

“Yes. Regrets.” He cocked his brow, his stare lingering on her cheeks as they heated.

Madison looked away. “No. I just have things to do.” She checked the time on the bedside clock and let out a gasp. “You really have to go,” she urged, her ribs squeezing tight as something close to panic filled her chest.

She didn't have time to hustle him out. Madison launched into a frenzy of activity, throwing open the curtains, scooping up discarded bits of clothing. Not that she could wear any of them. One didn't visit Patricia St. James in second-day clothes—especially ones involved in last night's debauchery.