Kissing Madeline (Dearest #3) (23 page)

“You look cute all serious over there.” I can hear the smile in his voice, but it’s only nine, which means we should work another hour before any nighttime activities begin. But his cologne is wafting over, and I’m dying to run my nose over his neck.

I squirm in my seat. God, just the thought has me on edge.

“I can’t focus when you’re staring at me, Clutch.”

“Wanna bite?” He dips his spoon into his chocolate sundae. It has nuts sprinkled on top.

Mmm, I would commit an assortment of crimes for a bite of ice cream, but I’ve missed a couple of workouts this week, and Spencer will freak if I gain any weight.

When I decline, he frowns. “Stop thinking about calories, Maddie. You’re fucking perfect. Your body is a testament that God exists.”

I can’t help smiling. “Okay, Sloan, that was a good one.” I take a break from my screen that’s starting to get blurry from staring at it so long and face him. Daren’s just wearing sweats and a plain white t-shirt that stretches taut over his muscular chest, but heaven help me, he makes cotton look good. What is it about this guy in t-shirts?

Even decked out in something this casual, he’s sinfully sexy. His hair is damp from a shower, and it hangs into those flirty hazel eyes. His skin is tan from long afternoons in the sun, and I want to run my lips over those strong cheekbones and down his stubbled jaw.

With a mischievous grin on his face, he scoots over until we’re thigh to thigh, and then he scoops up a big bite and raises it to me. But just as I’m leaning forward and opening my mouth, he pulls away and eats it.

“What the eff?”

He laughs. “What the eff? Babe, I’ve hard you say all kinds of dirty things when we’re together, so I know you can do better than that.”

“Fine,” I huff. “What the fuck, Daren? Give me a bite right now.”

He holds up his sundae, a devilish glint in his eyes. “So you want it in your mouth?”

My face burns and my jaw drops open. No one has ever talked to me like Daren. He can turn my most innocent statements into something sexual. And I won’t lie. I like it.

I take a breath. “Yes… I want it in my mouth.”

He sets the spoon on the coffee table before he dips his finger in the ice cream, but as he brings it near me, I eye him skeptically, wondering if he’s going to whip it away again. Instead, he dabs it across my lips.

“That’s a good look for you.”

My thighs clench. I know full well he’s trying to turn me on. It’s working. Well, two can play this game.

“Mmm,” I groan, slowly licking my lips. “It’s sweet. And kind of salty. Just the way I like it.”

He’s not smiling anymore.

But I am.

Daren dips his finger back in the sundae and brings it to my mouth. I lick the tip and smile before I open wider and suck him deeper. A little moan escapes me as I reach up and guide his finger in and out, making sure to keep my eyes trained on him as I swirl my tongue around him.

His nostrils flare, his breath hot on my cheek as he leans closer. When I release him from my mouth, I smack my lips and raise my eyebrow. “I’m sorry. You were saying?”

Next thing I know, my laptop is gone and I’m horizontal on the floor with one very large Daren Sloan hovering over me.

Now I’m the one gasping as he knees my legs wider to nestle between my legs where I feel him hard against my thigh. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down so I can thread my fingers through his hair.

“Maddie,” he whispers just before our lips meet.

He rolls against me, and the feeling is so exquisite my back strains to arch against his huge body.

He kisses down my neck, stopping to bite me just hard enough that I know it’ll be red when we’re done but gone by morning. Every light suck sends a pulse between my legs, and in about two seconds, I’m dying for more.

“What are you doing to me?”
His words come out strained, like it’s been torture to admit.

Suddenly, it’s a race to see how fast we can get our clothes off. I’m ripping off his shirt, and he’s tugging down my pants. I’m pulling at him to feel his weight on me again, and he’s squeezing my ass in that way that tells me he’s unraveling.

When his mouth connects with my nipple, he grips my wrists and yanks them above my head, holding me down with one massive hand while the other finds its way into my panties.

“I’m really wet.” I don’t know why I feel the need to state the obvious.

He grunts his approval before plunging two thick fingers into me.

My eyes are about to roll back into my head when he taps that spot. He always knows just where to touch. Just how to stroke.

But when I lean back, something out of the corner of my eye makes me flinch.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks, stilling his movement. His eyes follow mine to stare at my laptop.

“Nothing… Nothing.” I laugh. “God, I’m being paranoid.” I tug my arm down and throw it over my face. I’m out of breath and pissed at myself for ruining this moment. “I could have sworn the camera light on my laptop was on. I’m just… being a spaz.”

He pulls my arm down and places a quick kiss on my forehead before he gently disengages from between my legs. Then he lunges over and slams down my laptop with the back of his hand.

“There.” He turns back to me and licks his fingers. “Where were we?”

“Oh my God. Did you just lick me off your hand?”

“Yup.” He grins. “Wanna taste?” But instead of using his fingers, he kisses me long and deep, my tangy flavor mixing with his usual minty taste.

“You’re dirty,” I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I like it.”

He thrusts against me as we kiss, and when he nudges at my entrance, every part of me is screaming to take him bare, but before I get the chance to tell him, he’s reaching for a condom.

Sitting back on his haunches, he rolls it on before flipping me over on my stomach. The thick area rug beneath me feels coarse against my sensitive skin.

“Here.” He tucks a soft chenille throw under my face. I turn back to look at him, wondering why he thinks I need this. He grins. “Don’t want you to get rug burn.”

I laugh, a little touched by his thoughtfulness and a whole lot turned on by the prospect of whatever we’re about to do that would include rug burn.

Daren lifts my hips and then scoots a pillow underneath me to raise my ass up. His hands ghost over my back before his lips kiss a trail down my spine.

My blood is thrumming in my veins, my skin on fire from his touch when he parts my cheeks and drifts a finger down between my legs.

The sound of me panting seems so loud, and I’m burning, desperate for more. I scoot my ass up higher, and his teeth bite into my skin.

Argh. Yes!

Everything about this seems so wrong, so filthy. And I’m desperate for more.

He widens my legs and settles between my thighs, skating his length back and forth across my wet skin. He pushes against my entrance only to back off again.

Damn, he’s such a tease.

I moan his name and dig my fingers into the carpet. Then he utters those words.

“What do you want, baby?”

I don’t think about it. I don’t have to. “Your cock. Fill me, Daren. Fuck me.”

He makes a sound in the back of his throat as his fingers spread me wider, and he pushes his thick hard length in all at once.

A gasp escapes my mouth, the feeling too intense, riding that border between pleasure and pain. He eases out of me while he grips my hips to hold me still and then thrusts back in.

“You’re so deep.” I stretch my arms above my head, relishing the fullness. “Fuck, I can’t take it.”

He groans when he enters me again. “You should see how good you look like this.” His hand comes down in a hard smack on my ass, and I flinch, not expecting the contact. But oh my God, it feels so good, the sting a direct pulse to my clit. He must agree because he does it again.

His big body stills. I close my eyes, so turned on, I could light on fire right now. When I realize he’s massaging my inner thighs, squeezing my skin around him, pressing me around him and then somehow opening me wider, I start to mewl into the carpet.

Holy shit. Yes.

His fingers press into me and him at the same time, and I know he’s watching the whole show. Knowing he’s seeing our bodies connect this way has me thrusting back.

What’s he doing to me? I’ve never felt so good before.

But then he trails his wet thumb up higher to my back entrance, and presses down lightly, and I swear I see constellations behind my eyes.

“Oh, God.” I’ve never entertained getting any action there before Daren, but his teasing touch has me clenching down on his cock.

His thrusts resume, but his thumb never leaves my backside. He presses harder and harder as his rhythm speeds up, and when he bridges that tight ring of muscles, I come undone, screaming into the carpet. He follows a moment later, pulsing hot and thick inside me as I quake from this epic orgasm.

A few minutes later, we’re still sprawled on the floor, a tangle of arms and legs.

“Don’t go home. Stay with me tonight, Maddie.” His voice is hoarse and rough, just barely above a whisper.

His head rests between my breasts, and I thread my fingers through his hair. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be one of those girls.”

When he looks up at me, he’s frowning. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, one of those girls who takes over your closet and bathroom, leaving tampons where you expect to find your aftershave.”

He laughs. “Sweet thing, I can barely get you to leave your toothbrush here. Trust me, you’re in no danger of outstaying your welcome. Leave all the tampons you want.”

His eyes grow pensive, and I brush the hair out of his face. “What’s on your mind?”

He pauses, and I wonder if he’s going to answer me, but then he says, “I’ll be on the road soon.”

I nod, knowing that his season is about to get crazy. My chest squeezes, and I blink back unexpected heat in my eyes. “I know. I’ll miss you.”

The tension in his face relaxes. “I’ll miss you too.” He kisses me, and it’s soft and sweet, and makes my heart ache with his tenderness. When he pulls away, I miss those lips even though they’ve been pressed to my body all night.

He slumps on me again, and I wrap all my limbs around him, loving how he keeps me warm, loving how sated I feel. We stay, tangled together until his breathing is slow and steady. Finally, I slap his naked but very firm ass.

“Okay, Sloan. You’re putting my extremities to sleep.”

He grunts and starts to lift off me. When he raises his arms above his head in a catlike stretch, I’m treated to six feet three inches of a very naked man of steel. Ripped shoulders lead to strong pecs. He’s built but not overly so. Not abnormally bulky like some athletes.

But he’s a big boy. With big boy parts. One part in particular gets my attention as my eyes drift down his washboard stomach. Wowzers.

He lets me look, a sly grin lighting his eyes. “I’m thinking we might need to put your laptop camera to good use when I’m gone.”

“Mm. So you want to have Skype sex? Is that what you’re saying?” I tear my eyes off his nakedness and look up.

“I think that’s a damn good idea. I bet you have some good moves for me. Especially since you’ve been watching all that porn lately.”

I gasp. “I have not been watching lots of porn.” Okay, maybe I’ve watched a little, but I've rationalized it as research for my assignment.

He laughs, loving that he can get a rise out of me. I enjoy the show as he turns and heads toward his room.

“Get in my bed, McDermott,” he calls out, not giving me an option to go home.

I grin, and yell back. “Are you going to behave tomorrow? You can’t grab my ass like you did last week.” Even though no one was around, we can’t take any chances. We can’t be so touchy-feely when I interview him.

His voice echoes down the hall. “But I like grabbing your ass. I consider it the highlight of my day.”

Me too, Clutch. Me too.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

- Maddie -

We were supposed to go straight to bed, but forty-five minutes later, I feel like I just ran a marathon. “I think I’m going to skip my workout tomorrow.” My throat is hoarse. From screaming. My head rests on his shoulder, and we’re both sweaty and still panting.

“You just burned like two thousand calories. I think you’re good to go.” He rubs my back, and I let out a sigh, feeling deeply sated.

“You should teach a class on how to give a girl an orgasm. Or three.”

He laughs. “C’mon. I’m sure it’s not that difficult to do, though I’ll take the praise.”

Perhaps it’s the sex-induced coma talking, but I just come out and say it. “No, it’s actually quite an accomplishment. I’ve never come three times in a row before I met you. Jacob was lucky if he got me there once.”

Daren’s quiet. God, why did I say that? We never talk about our exes.