Chapter 70
It was a good thing she’d gone on birth control a year ago. Because Madison was about to do something crazy here. And she didn’t want the kind of lasting consequences Powell and Gunnar were having in September, considering.
It had been so long since the last time a man had held her. Over four years. She almost didn’t remember exactly what she was doing here.
She didn’t remember that feeling like this, either.
That man hadn’t been Dom.
She understood exactly what felt so different.
This man was hers. Forever.
Her feelings for this man were so tied up and complex. Of course him holding her would feel strange, and exciting, and damn it—she wouldn’t admit it to anyone else—it felt right for it to be his hands holding her now. Even if the man shouldn’t be using his arm right now. Even for this.
Madison’s hands slipped under the borrowed shirt. Dom had the most perfect chest she had ever seen. Seen it, she had. And drooled over it. Multiple times. A woman just wanted to touch a man like him. To make sure he was real, for one thing. For another…why the hell not?
Maybe a part of her was a bit more primitive where he was concerned, too.
Biology being what it was, and everything.
Then his good hand was beneath the back of her own shirt. Toying with the hook on her bra. Brushing against her skin. Scorching her. The man was hot, after all. It was rather hard to miss.
She pulled back and looked at him. If they were going to do this… “No backing out. No getting scared of the big bad Madison at the last minute. We’re both adults here. Whatever happens here, stays here. And between us. We can figure out the rest later.”
It was about time she took the reins of her life once again. Stopped being afraid.
And went after what she wanted.
She had wanted nothing more in her life than she wanted the man in front of her to hold her.
Until the night was replaced by morning.
Was that so much to ask?
Then her man was touching her, and nothing had ever felt more right.