Chapter Twenty-Two #3
Having sex in the open, nothing but the drape of the eave’s shadows to hide them, was illicit, but .
. . it was also care, wasn’t it? Madden was fulfilling her fantasy, as promised.
He’d listened and taken her seriously, and now, now he was giving her in spades what she’d needed for so long.
Giving her the illusion she’d dreamed about so much better than she could have instructed him or hoped for.
“I d-don’t think anyone is coming,” she stammered, taking hold of his broad shoulders, her hips moving in a slow circle on
top of the shaft he held right there, right there against her entrance, ready to fill her for the first time.
Eve’s first time, period, not that anyone needed to know that but her.
“Madden.”
“I know, love. I’m trying to calm down so I don’t come from the first feel of you.”
“Oh.” That admission caused lust to bite at her nipples, turning them into hard little aches, and because she felt so sexy,
she used one hand to jerk down her neckline, along with the cups of her bra, partially freeing the top half of her breasts
and her pointed nipples—and staring at them with famished eyes, he pumped the full length of himself inside her with a strangled
yell, holding so deep she felt him everywhere, his body keeping her flat against the brick wall while he panted shallowly
into her neck.
Wow.
Her fantasies . . . and her toys . . . hadn’t done this feeling justice. Madden’s body was inside her body. His hands were
clutching her ass cheeks, the hair of his thighs tickling the insides of her knees. The cords of his stomach were in a rough
flex against her belly, and most importantly, his body was inside her body. The intimacy of that was so welcome, so perfect, Eve didn’t mind the breathless stretch of flesh, the slight bit of pain
that faded more with every second that passed, his big body sandwiching her between it and the wall.
“Eve,” he said through his teeth. “Didn’t I . . . get you wet enough?”
She was too busy marveling to understand the question. “What?”
“You’re very fucking tight, love.” He moved his hips and shuddered. “Fuck. Won’t it hurt you if I go hard?”
“No,” Eve said, kissing his chin, rocking forward and twisting her hips a little, causing his breath to escape in a hiss,
a burn of discomfort rising and ebbing just as quickly, leaving nothing but the full, blessed pressure behind. “Don’t forget
fast.”
“Eve . . .” He studied her face with a drawn brow, as if some intuition demanded he question her further, but his body got
the better of him and looking at her face, groaning at the shake of her half-exposed breasts, he started to thrust. Small,
powerful punches at first that made her teeth clack together, the pace picking up gradually, his length pulling farther out,
farther out, so he could use his grip on her butt to hold her still to receive his thick drives. The full, hot occupying of
her sex.
Madden looked her in the eye and fucked her hard up against the building, in full view of the parking lot or anyone who might drive up, walk by, or look out their window.
The possibility of being seen made Eve’s skin prick with excitement, tension budding and tugging below her belly button; his intense focus on her face coupled with the visible thinning of his control made her feel lusted after.
The strength of him could easily overpower her and yet, in these moments, Madden was nothing without the warm haven between her legs.
He couldn’t survive without the pleasure she gave, her thighs spread almost lewdly, breasts bouncing in time to his hip movements.
He might be dominating her, her legs vulnerable and flopping on either side of his hips with every full-body surge, but Eve
was exultant. A queen and a sexual object, all at once.
“Does that feel good—” Eve started.
“Don’t talk,” he choked out. “Don’t say a word.”
“Why?”
“I can’t handle your voice on top of this cunt.” Madden growled into a series of smacking pumps, his lack of restraint so
riveting, so animal in nature, she didn’t want to blink and miss anything. “You’re going to get yourself kidnapped straight
to New York with this thing.”
“By who?”
“Me, Eve. Me. Don’t you feel how fucking hard I am?” His right hand flew up from her backside to frame her jaw firmly, their
panting breaths mingling between them. “Jesus, I’m afraid to ask, but you’ve never been with a man like this before, have
you? Tell me the truth.”
Her mouth dried up. “Why, does it matter?”
“Eve,” he growled, his tone unrelenting.
“Fine,” she whispered, the hand on her jaw giving her no choice but to look him in the eye when she really wanted to bury
her face somewhere and hide, the vulnerability of the moment so heavy, it thickened her voice like cake batter. “I never trusted
anyone but you. Never felt safe with anyone but you. I had t-to wait for you.”
He made a sound she’d never heard before. A sound she’d never heard anyone make and one she couldn’t describe. And she’d never seen this man shed a single tear, not even in the hardest moments during his illness, so the layer of moisture in his eyes felt like the world was ending. “Eve, I—”
The rumble of an engine to Eve’s left was followed by a dual approach of headlights, approximately fifty yards away. An old
car rolled into the parking lot playing “Rock Lobster” by the B-52s, the sound muffled by their rolled-up windows, and Madden
cursed darkly, pressing her tighter to the wall, which sank his impossible hardness as deep as it could go, and baring his
teeth over the top of her sobbing mouth. “Don’t move.”
“I can’t.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“The opposite,” she gasped.
He still had that mysterious sheen in his eyes, but he seemed distracted by whatever had caused the show of emotion. Distracted
by the connection of their bodies, which he ground together now, his head falling back on a shaky exhale, Eve jolting at the
new, forced angle that kept them hidden from the parking lot, the thickest part of his arousal rubbing relentlessly against
her clit.
A car door slammed on the other side of the building.
Two loud voices carried on the wind, making the new arrivals seem close. So close.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“There’s a good girl,” he groaned, his breath hot on the crown of her head. “There’s my beautiful wife telling me how to make
her come.”
“Oh god.”
The voices got louder.
He fucked her harder.
Stamped his mouth over hers, just in time.
Just in time for a concrete wave to mow her down, winding up her insides like barbed wire around a fist, then freeing her, letting her whip out into an open, unfamiliar space while this man, this man who made her weightless, held his drive deep between her legs, his entire rock-hard frame shaking like a leaf while she whined and kicked through the orgasm, the door slamming at the front of the building, the voices cutting off, and no sooner did that happen than he was plowing into her two, three, four final times and erupting, letting loose a sensation she couldn’t have imagined accurately if she tried.
The white-hot flood, the sudden full-body tremble of him, her own sense of fulfillment watching Madden take his own.
“Love, my love, my love,” he muttered into her neck, rolling his face around, his arms banding around her to hold her tight
to his body, like he’d never let her go. Ever.
That should have been a sign of what was to follow.
They slowly came down from the high peak of their own creation, the breaths slowing over the course of a couple of minutes,
the sprinkling rain cooling their feverish skin. His mouth lingered in places like her cheek, her temple, pressing hard kisses
while his hands moved, fixing their clothing. Stroking her bottom and apologizing in between presses of his lips for being
rough, for the bruises she might have in the morning.
His movements were sweet and caring. So much so that Eve wasn’t expecting the look of pure determination blanketing Madden’s
features when he finally stepped away from her, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“Deal’s off, Eve. I want more than six months.”
Those words didn’t sink in until after he twined their fingers together and started walking, five steps, ten . . . all the
way to the front of the building, where he kissed her hand and let it go.
“Good night.” He leaned down and slanted their mouths together, just one, thoroughly devastating kiss that could have developed into another trip to the shadows if he hadn’t stopped, moving slowly, reluctantly out of her reach. “I’ll be back soon.”
His earlier words came back to her in a rush.
Deal’s off.
I want more than six months.
“Wait,” she called, panic burdening her chest. “Deal’s on!”
“Off,” he roared back, slamming the driver’s-side door shut, starting the engine, and driving off into the night while she stood
with her jaw on the worn welcome mat.
What the hell had just happened?