30. Maddie
30
MADDIE
Maddie had taken Brooks back to his place, but now that they were here, the weight of expectation choked her. Fortunately, they’d arrived before Kayla and Cormac, which meant they had the house to themselves—but for how long?
And what was the plan, really? Have sex with Brooks, go home . . . and then?
Rather than going to the main living area, Brooks had taken her to sit on the balcony of the master suite, which felt more private despite its sizable nature. A chimenea provided them with warmth—Brooks had lit a fire in there as soon as they’d arrived—and he came back from the kitchen now with a bottle of wine and a single glass for her, as well as a bottle of sparkling water for himself.
“Miss me?” he asked with a grin, setting the glass down on a small table beside her chair. He poured the glass for her.
“You sure you don’t mind me drinking wine?”
He nodded. “It’s not that alcohol is something I can’t quit. It’s that I don’t like—and neither does Kayla—who I become when I drink. Kayla asked me to sober up when she thought it was becoming a problem. I was always more of a binge drinker than anything.”
“And the sex and drug addictions?” She sipped her wine. They needed to clear some things up before things went further.
“Complete fabrications. What else do you want to know? I graduated Summa Cum Laude from Duke—straight-A student all my life. Valedictorian in high school. I was a huge nerd. There wasn’t time for dating and sports, so I played the guitar.”
“A nerd with the body of a supermodel,” she said with a laugh.
“That didn’t come until later. I filled out in my twenties. My manager got me a personal trainer and a dietitian . . . and I’ve been on a program ever since. Turns out sex really does sell.”
“Oh, I never doubted it.” Sex did sell, and Maddie couldn’t help thinking that he had definitely gained some skills in the kissing department over the years of his “transformation.” That also could be the wine talking since wine instantly made her hornier. “Can I make a confession? About you and my secret crush on you in college?”
His gray eyes lit with amusement. “Go on.”
“I had a verrry sexy poster of you on my wall. I used to talk to it occasionally, too. And the sound of your voice . . . has definitely made me wet.” Oh God, did I just admit that out loud?
Brooks’s lips curved in a devilish smile. “What was all that nonsense about not being a creepy groupie when we first met then? How you hadn’t listened to my songs in years?”
“I was wearing a towel when we first met. I was embarrassed enough. And it’s not like I fantasized about you specifically. Well, maybe once or twice this week, but that’s different.”
He raised a brow. “Only once or twice?” He chuckled. “You are painfully honest sometimes, you know that? Here I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
“I didn’t mean that.” She bit her lip, suddenly nervous again. But speaking of being honest . . . “I just—I’m not sure what I’m doing here. What we’re doing. It’s been a weird week and I feel like I’ve been all over the place emotionally with you.”
He studied her for a few moments. “What do you want this to be?”
On stage he’d said he wasn’t ready to walk away from her. But what did that mean?
She certainly wasn’t going to demand a relationship with him. That would be crazy—they hadn’t ever even been on a date.
But something like a date didn’t really feel important somehow now either. They’d spent the last few days getting to know each other. Letting the other in.
Yet she’d also already told him she didn’t do one-night stands.
“I don’t know, I’m . . . scared about what happens when you leave, Brooks. Because it’s not an if. You’re leaving. You can say you don’t want to walk away, but I don’t know what that means. And I don’t want this to be a one-night-only situation, either.”
“I know that.” Brooks reached out a hand for her. She swallowed a large mouthful of wine, then set the glass down and interlaced her fingers with his. He drew her over toward his chair, and with a smile, she stepped out of her boots, then straddled him.
“Better?” he asked.
Shockingly, being close to him like this calmed her. “Much.”
His lips skimmed her jawline, drawing a seductive line to her earlobe, which he nipped. “I don’t have all the answers, Maddie. This is new for me, too, believe it or not. But I respect and like you too much to sleep with you and then walk away. I have a lot on my plate right now and just as many unknowns and maybe it’s better if I get all my ducks in a row first, but damn if the thought of that doesn’t make me miserable.”
She rested her cheek against his jaw, closing her eyes. “It makes me miserable, too.”
Brooks trailed his hand up her back, gently. “Can we just take it a day at a time for now? Adjust as we go along and. ..figure it out together?”
That didn’t sound unreasonable.
And it was honest, too.
Neither of them knew what they were doing. A day at a time wasn’t forever, but it wasn’t a one-night stand, either. Or, worse still, nothing.
And maybe thinking about forever had been part of her problem in the past, too.
She’d gotten so caught up in getting on with the rest of her life that she’d forgotten to enjoy the present. That was what Brooks was ultimately offering. Right now with a path forward.
She pulled back and searched his gaze. “I think I can handle that.”
Warmth lit his eyes. “Good. Because I have a question for you.”
What now? “And what’s that?”
His thumb skimmed the bare skin at her waist. “How wet?”
She swallowed. “How wet what?”
“How wet did you get when you were fantasizing about me?” His lips continued a slow path down the side of her neck to her collarbone, making her pulse throb.
Trust him to return to that topic.
She laughed lightly, her eyelids growing heavy with the allure of his kisses. “Not as wet as you’ve made me when we kiss.”
“Wet enough to touch yourself?”
Her breath rasped in her throat, and her head spun with desire. Maddie’s fingertips brushed against the stubble of his jaw, then made a slow path down to his chest, where she steadied herself as his tantalizing kisses continued down her shirtfront.
He undid the top button of her shirt, and she sucked in an unsteady breath.
“Maybe.”
“Madison, tell me the truth.” Another button came undone, and her breasts felt heavy with the anticipation of his touch.
God, I want him so much.
“Occasionally.”
“Tell me about it.” The silken command was enough to make her shiver. He clearly carried that demanding, bossy presence into the bedroom, which didn’t surprise her. Brooks was in charge, and she liked that about him.
“Brooks—”
“Tell me.” Another button opened deftly, enough so that her bra was exposed now. Her nipples were growing hard. “I want every single dirty detail, Madison. Don’t pretend you’re shy now.”
“I’d uh—” She struggled to think as he quickly undid the other buttons and pushed her shirt off her shoulders. “I’d slip my hand between my legs . . .”
He unhooked her bra, his gaze locked in on her breasts. “My God, your tits are fucking perfect.” His hands skimmed them gently, then he arched her back against one hand, lowering his lips to one nipple.
A brush. A flick of his tongue. The gentlest pressure of his lips around the nub. She drew a shattered breath, trying to think straight.
His breath was against her breast. “Go on . . .”
“God, I’m so wet.” She moaned as his lips enclosed around her nipple. “So wet for you, Brooks. I’d slide my finger against my clit, and my pussy was dripping.”
He groaned in response, taking her nipple into his mouth harder.
His sucking was fucking incredible, drawing deep electric currents from deep within her.
“More.” He moved to the other nipple, his hand palming the one he’d abandoned. “Don’t hold back now, sweetheart.”
Her back arched more as he drew her into his mouth.
“And I’d use the other hand to push deep inside my pussy, stroking myself . . . sliding in . . . and out . . .” She released a strangled gasp. “Brooks, I need your mouth on mine.”
Brooks lifted his lips from his feast on her breasts, then smiled. His mouth crashed against hers obligingly, a need there that had a frantic edge to it.
No restraint.
No holding back.
Just the pressure of the softness of his lips against hers, his tongue tracing against her lips, urging her mouth to open for his.
She closed her eyes as his hands claimed her, taut against her back as he pushed her into the front of his jeans, where his cock bulged against her.
Fuck. Yes.
I needed this.
She’d spent all week trying to keep herself from touching him and failing. Besides being the most gorgeous man she’d ever been around, his grouchy disposition made her want to kiss those smirks and sarcastic quips away.
He took his time delving into her mouth, his tongue softly circling hers, stroking her desire for him from a quiet low burn into a deep, seductive conflagration. Wildfire.
“Holy shit, I’m so wet,” she moaned as his hands slipped onto her ass. He shifted her better onto his hips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, the kiss deepening as she ground against him, aware of the distinct disadvantage she had wearing a skirt. She had just the flimsiest fabric of her panties between them—which were now soaked through.
She wanted him in a way she’d never wanted any man. Wanted to touch him. Feel him inside her. Right now.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, the softened peaks of her nipples brushed against his shirt. “Your turn. Don’t make me tell you all my secrets.”
He laughed lightly. “Is that how you think it is between us? You know the things I’ve never told anyone, sweetheart. Got me down to the marrow. A little taste of your sexy fantasies is hardly going to tip the scale.”
His words made her feel like putty in his hands. Dammit, how does he keep doing that?
“But if it makes you feel better, I wasn’t lying when I told you the other night I’ve dreamed of burying my cock in your pussy, Madison. I want it. And if I take it, you should know I’m a greedy son of a bitch. I don’t intend to share you with anyone. You still want to be mine?”
Mine? I’m not sure what that really means, not to a man like Brooks Kent, but I’ll take what he’s giving me tonight.
She ground against him, her lips against his ear. “I still want you, Brooks.”
“You have no idea how much effort it took not to kiss you in that orchard. If I’d had known you wanted me to, it would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”
“Are you planning on torturing me as a punishment?” She moaned, her knees pressing together reflexively as his hand moved down between her legs and pushed the fabric of her panties to the side.
“God, Brooks. Please,” she panted in response.
“Please what?” He gave her a wicked grin as he slid his fingertip into the wetness between her legs.
He made a slow figure-eight around her clit and she jolted against his touch, her clit throbbing with pleasure.
“You are wet, baby. So fucking wet it makes me want to take you right here.”
“I want you to,” she said, groaning as his fingertips went deeper. He slid one finger inside her and her eyes closed with the heady pleasure, her head dropping back.
She’d never had foreplay like this . . . or had a man talk to her like this. A gulf clearly existed between his level of experience and her own, but he didn’t treat her that way, either.
“Tell me what you would do.” He licked his lips, his voice like silk. “If my cock was stroking that wet pussy, baby. You want me bare? I want to feel every inch of you, coat that pussy with my cum.”
Bare?
That was just as dangerous as he was.
But it also showed something deeper, too.
Trust.
That he didn’t just want her for a night. He wasn’t just opening a path for them, he was telling her he wanted this to turn into something.
“God, Brooks . . . that feels so . . .” Her words drowned as he slid another finger inside her. “Is it safe?”
“I wouldn’t offer if it wasn’t. What about for you?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” She’d gone to the doctor after her breakup. That he’d asked was undeniably hot, too, in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
“Good.”
Her cheeks flooded with heat, her lips still wet from his kisses as she moaned, breathing harder as he slipped his fingers against her wetness, curling them against that tender spot past her entrance that throbbed to his touch.
The man knew where to touch her with a skill that made her want to cry.
Waves of pleasure came over her as he stroked her, drawing back to make circles around her clit, every inch of her feeling consumed by his touch.
He’s so fucking good with his hands.
Raw, intense arousal built within her and her hips pressed against him. “Brooks,” she managed. “I need you. Bare. Inside me. Now. I want to come with you.”
He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Carrying her as though it took no effort, he made his way toward the back door to his room.
The room was lit by the faint glow of a gas fireplace and he set her on the bed, laying her back, gently. Without taking his eyes off her, he pulled her skirt and panties off. She slid her feet onto the bed, her feet cold from having been outside, and focused her gaze on him.
Brooks pulled his shirt off, the taut muscles of his body rippling as he did. My God, he’s gorgeous. The deep tan, the chiseled muscle, the tattoo sleeves . . . was it really possible that a man this insanely hot wanted her?
Then he kicked off his shoes, as his fingers unbuttoned his jeans. He stepped out of them, then the black boxer briefs he wore under them.
The man was fucking hung.
Her eyes widened as he set one knee on the bed, parting her knees. “You’re so huge,” she said, her stomach lurching as he drew closer.
Brooks smiled, returning his thumb to her clit, where he made a slow figure-eight. “You want me, Madison?”
“Please.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, pushing the head of his cock inside her. She gasped at the feel of him, a feral moan building as he inched forward.
“God, you’re so fucking tight, Madison. Never gone bare before. Feels fucking amazing.”
Never?
Holy shit.
She panted, her chest rising and falling fast now as he set his hands on either side of her and dipped his mouth against hers once more. She clung to his neck, her legs falling open more widely as he gained another inch, her heart slamming harder into her chest, her face and lips on fire.
He pulled her hands back from his neck, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. “Relax, sweetheart. Just relax.”
She nodded, needing him to fully insert himself in a way that was indescribable and also terrifying. He kissed her once again, gliding his tongue against hers, taking his time to deepen the kiss, pushing inside her inch by inch as she relaxed against the hardness of his cock.
One final kiss and he pushed himself to the hilt, eliciting a cry of pleasure that ripped through her entire body as he groaned loudly.
“You okay?” he breathed against her temple. His heart was pounding against her chest.
“Incredible,” she said with a nod, her breath ragged.
She found his mouth again, kissing him as they found a rhythm together, her hips rising to meet each thrust of his length.
“Fuck, Madison. God, you feel good.”
The deep drive for satisfaction that had started to build out on the balcony now took over, her hand clamping into his hair, her body taking over.
Yes. My God, yes.
Brooks Kent was the best sex she’d ever had . . . and she hadn’t even come yet.
“Brooks,” she gasped out, the pressure of a building climax growing stronger within her. “Brooks, I need . . . oh God, Brooks. Feels . . . amazing.”
He thrust harder now. Faster. In and out . . .
“I want you to come. Come apart for me, Madison, baby.”
Him saying her name like that.
That was all it took.
A cry left her as her climax ripped through her, her body slackening against him. Her legs trembled, her head light as he shuddered a loud groan. His cock throbbed inside her as he poured out, emptying himself—as though he’d been waiting for her to let go.
Oh. My. God.
He had given her the most incredible orgasm. Ever.
She opened her eyes as he pulled out from between her legs. A devilish smile curled at his lips as he kissed her temple. “Fucking best appetizer ever.”
“Appetizer?” She cocked a brow.
“You better believe it, sweetheart. The night is just starting.”
A slow smile spread across her lips. She might never recover from a night with Brooks.
But she didn’t want to, either.