Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Eve took a wineglass out of her cabinet, arching an eyebrow over her shoulder at Madden to wordlessly ask if he wanted some,
but he shook his head no. She could feel his gaze climbing the backs of her thighs as she poured and then his hands were there,
too, his mouth settling on her shoulder while he gripped her thighs, rubbing up and down roughly, robbing her of breath in
an instant. The longer his touch traveled up and down her thighs, the more heat wandered south, making her wet, and when the
path of his hands started to cheat a little higher, disturbing the hem of her white skirt, she had to set down her wine and
hold the counter for balance.
“Madden.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I can. With the kids here? Not yet. I don’t want them to hear something or feel weird about someone spending the night without me having a chance to explain.”
“I get it,” he said, moving her braid out of the way to kiss her neck, rake his open mouth over her ear. “Turn around and
let me fuck your mouth awhile, at least, love.”
“Okay,” she breathed, knee deep in the kiss, before she’d fully turned around, Madden’s body backing her into the cabinet,
rattling them, his hands molding her hips like he was going to be tested on their exact shape. His palms rode up her belly
and started to go higher, but he hesitated. “Don’t worry, they’re not moving until the hour is up,” Eve said. “A nuclear bomb
wouldn’t budge them.”
With a gruff rumble of hunger, his hands closed over her breasts and squeezed just the right amount, not hard, but not soft,
while his tongue worked her mouth. Fucked it, just like he said he would, neither one of them wanting to come up for air,
waiting until the very last second, breaking to replenish their lungs loudly, then colliding once more. Wreaking havoc on
each other, Madden’s growing stiffness a very real presence against Eve’s belly. Remembering the length and weight of him
in her mouth that morning, she pulsed in response, her body needing desperately to feel that strength from the inside.
“I want it so bad,” she gasped, when they broke for air. “Oh my god. I want you. Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’ve kept my hands off you for years. This is what a breaking point looks like.”
Her head fell back and he zoned in on her neck and throat, abrading her with his teeth, drugging suction that she could feel
in her nipples and belly. Between her legs. “Maybe if we’re really quiet . . .”
He attacked her mouth with a low moan, this giant, professional athlete who never got flustered suddenly a vibrating mass of muscle, his hands shaking where they scraped roughly against the valleys of her sides and up to her breasts, his mouth slanting and taking everything she had.
“Eve,” he said, pausing his assault, his warm breath pelting her mouth.
“Uh-huh,” she managed, distracted by the thick swell of his pecs, which seemed to expand under her touch.
“I’m struggling,” he said against her mouth.
“How?”
“I want our first time to be done right, the way you deserve.” Madden pressed closer, letting her feel his erection. “I also
want to ask you to walk me to my truck, so I can give it to you hard and fast in the parking lot, god help me.”
Madden watched Eve’s face as he said those words—and she held nothing back, so he had to be aware his idea turned her on.
She hid nothing. Not her yearning. Nor her trust in him.
“Yeah, I know you like that, love,” he said thickly, reaching beneath her skirt to grip her pussy, muffling her gasp with
his own lips. “This is gold to me, but I can treat it dirty too.”
“Parking lot,” she breathed, nodding. “Good.”
They broke apart with an effort, Madden pacing to the other side of the kitchen with his hands on his head, while Eve straightened
her clothes, running trembling fingers through her hair and attempting to regulate her voice. As soon as she was somewhat
calm, she left the kitchen and went back down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of the twins’ bedroom. “I’m just going
to walk Madden to his truck. I’ll be right back. Okay?”
Victims to the blue light, neither one of them responded, the high-pitched voice of their YouTube heroes echoing around the
room.
Eve turned and crept back down the hallway.
Was this bad? Was she being irresponsible?
She probably wouldn’t have the objectivity to be sure until tomorrow, because her body was in a state of high alert.
Up ahead, Madden stood leaning against the front door with his arms crossed.
Even from this distance, she could see the sweat beading his upper lip, the not-so-steady rise and fall of his chest. He claimed he’d been waiting years to get his hands on her and now that she’d let her need for him run free, without trying to lock it down or hide it, she could admit it was the same for her.
She’d waited so long. Too long.
This was what her breaking point looked like too.
When she reached Madden, she took her keys off the console, plus her phone, saying nothing as he opened the door and followed
her out into the hallway. She locked the door behind them, paused to make sure she didn’t hear any little footsteps, then
moved toward the stairwell, followed by Madden. Something about him walking behind her, not saying a word, his energy raw
and restless, was such a turn-on she could barely walk a straight line. At the glass front door of the building exit, she
turned the handle, walking out into the light rain, the droplets doing nothing to cool the fever of her skin.
She’d only taken a few steps into the parking lot when Madden snagged her wrist from behind. “I’m parked on the other side.”
“Okay.”
Wild, absolutely wild, that they’d stopped their frantic makeout session a full five minutes earlier, but they might as well
still be trapped in the midst of that frenetic kiss. One glance at Madden’s reckless eyes and Eve could see it was like that
for both of them. Seconds later, she was proven right when they turned the corner that made up the edge of the building, entering
the far end of the parking lot.
Much like the parking lot of the club, pine trees lined the far end, behind them stood the building.
The lights of some residences were on, some off.
Only a few cars were parked on this side, because it was farthest from the entrance, but there was a rear driveway often used to enter the lot.
It wasn’t unreasonable to think someone could pull into the dark parking area while they reached for each other in the shadows of the building, but that didn’t stop them.
With the crickets chirping around them and soft rain blowing on the wind, Madden backed Eve against the side of the brick building, demanding consent from her mouth from above and she freely gave it, letting him in. Letting him take.
Begging him for what they both needed.
Or what she assumed she needed, anyway. A frantic quickie wouldn’t be the drug of choice for most virgins, but she’d been
exploring her body long enough to know what it wanted, what it could stand. That she probably hadn’t been a virgin in the
technical sense for a long time and, god, desperate, sweaty, rough . . . those were the facets of her fantasies that brought
her to the brink.
“Hard and fast,” she exhaled between sweeps of his tongue.
“You don’t need to remind me what we decided,” he rasped, his possessive hands finding her backside beneath her skirt, kneading
her cheeks while looking her in the eye. “Are you on anything or do we need a condom?”
There was trust here. They didn’t need to give details. “We don’t need anything.”
Lust rippled across his features, leaving them slack and starved. “Praise fuck. I just want to feel every part of you,” he
breathed, his right hand sneaking around her hip and coming up between her thighs, feeling and testing the juncture of her
thighs like he owned her flesh. “Are these panties built in?”
“Yes.”
He tore the swath of fabric with a determined twist of his fist. “Been wanting to do that all fucking day.”
Before Eve could catch her breath from the panty rip heard around the Northeast, she was pinned between Madden and the building.
Being around this man growing up, she had been too young to know what sensuality looked like, but she’d never miss the signs
again. Not with this man. Madden was predatory in a way that was all green flags, because she encouraged it, and he pounced
on whatever she offered, her mouth, her neck, the V of her thighs when she wrapped her legs around his hips and he surged
between, exhaling a curse while he humped her into the brick once, twice.
“Hard and fast,” he whispered in her ear. “Are you sure, love?”
“I’m probably going to die if you don’t.”
“Next time, nothing short of an act of God is keeping me from licking your pussy. Do you understand me, Eve?”
This was unbelievable. She could actually feel the gathering of her own wetness and he wanted to ask important questions?
“Please. I don’t know. Please.”
Keeping their foreheads pressed, eyes locked, Madden reached between them and unzipped his jeans, blocking a grunt with his
teeth when he brought his shaft out in a fist and drew the head slowly, so slowly through her wet flesh. “You have to be our
lookout, love,” he said, raking his mouth side to side over the top of hers without kissing it, like she whimpered for him
to do. “I’m going to be too distracted with pounding you to know if anyone is coming.”
Eve’s flesh drew in so hard on itself, she almost cried out in pain.
She needed to close her legs and bear down to avoid the awful-wonderful pulsations, but his hips were in the way and she was
damp, so damp, so warm.