Chapter Twenty-Four MADISON #2
He had one elbow resting on a knee as he looked at me.
I stared back at him, and I got lost in his dark gaze.
It felt as if sparklers were going off inside my body, scattering heat everywhere and lighting little bonfires.
I couldn’t even speak. I was caught in the undertow of the currents of desire and need rushing through me.
Graham straightened. I sensed a shift in purpose, a deliberateness to him. “Madison,” he began, his voice low and gravelly.
I swallowed nervously. “Yes?”
“I want you,” he said so flatly my heart kicked at my ribs in response.
I tried to do something, to say something, but all I could do was stare at him. I felt as if I were unspooling inside—the restraint and control and sensibility that I usually kept buttoned around me was falling away, and I was spinning loose.
“You do?” I heard myself asking, my tone surprised.
His lips kicked up at one corner as he nodded slowly. “Very much.” He paused, his eyes skating over my face. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Page?” What did pages have to do with this? Apparently, all I could do was ask questions.
“I can’t really consider a relationship right now.”
“Of course not. I understand,” I heard myself saying. Because, of course, he couldn’t. Especially not with me, the impractical girl I was. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
That was true, insofar as I hadn’t expected to even want anyone, much less be faced with this wild rushing desire I felt for Graham.
“Okay then. Allie wants us to date.”
“She does?” I chirped. There I went with another question.
He nodded slowly. “She does.”
“I’m not sure what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying that I want you more than is sensible, and I don’t want to create the wrong impression for my daughter.”
“Okay.” I was still a little confused.
“I guess I’m saying let’s play it by ear, but I didn’t want you to have expectations.”
“Okay.”
Wow. I was a brilliant conversationalist tonight.
“I have a question, though,” he added.
“What’s that?”
“Do you want me?”
His gaze was like a beam, and I couldn’t look away. My insides went molten. I blinked and took a shallow breath. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Well, that’s good then.”
“It is?”
His lips stretched from one corner to the other in a delicious grin that had butterflies amassing in my belly when he nodded. I could feel the slick arousal between my thighs.
Then he was reaching for me and pulling me onto his lap.
Oh. My. God. Graham’s lap was the best thing ever.
I could feel his muscled thighs and the press of his arousal against my bottom.
His chest was perfect to rest against as he palmed my cheek and turned his face toward mine.
On the heels of a shallow breath, his lips brushed mine, and then I was falling into one kiss after another.
They were hot and overpowering. Graham simply devoured my mouth once his tongue swept inside.
I couldn’t get enough, pressing close to him, kissing him almost frantically and pouring the need storming through my body into our kiss. Our tongues dueled, and his palm slid from my cheek to cup a breast. He broke free from my lips, murmuring, “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
“I am?” I was breathless with that question.
His eyes were dark and knowing as he held my gaze. “Absolutely. In all the best ways.”
With his molten eyes on me, he hooked his fingers on the hem of my shirt and tossed it aside quickly.
I shivered under the feel of his calloused palms as one coasted over my belly and the other cupped my breast, his thumb brushing across my tight, achy nipple.
He dipped his head, the heat of his mouth closing over my nipple.
He gave it a sweet suck, and I cried out at the light graze of his teeth.
He lifted his head, murmuring hot, filthy words over my skin as we kissed and touched while our hands and lips wandered over each other.
Somehow, I got his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans, letting out a happy hum when I curled my palm around the velvety heat of his shaft. It was hard and pulsed under my touch. I loved how he let out a groan, murmuring, “Fuck, Madison.”
I shimmied back to kneel before him. I smeared my thumb across the tip of his cock, swiping up the drop of cum rolling out. I was feeling sultry and saucy, and I lifted my thumb to lick it clean.
Graham’s eyes went even darker as he watched me.
“Madison.” His voice was verging on a growl.
His eyes encouraged me to keep going. I dipped my head, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock, loving the feel of his hand tangling roughly in my hair when I circled my tongue around his thick crown.
I savored the salty, musky taste of him as I brought him fully into my mouth and sucked him deep.
I loved how his hand tightened in my hair, causing a sting on my scalp.
Lightly cupping his balls, I settled in to try to drive him maybe just as wild as he drove me.
I was having fun, enjoying having him at my mercy.
He gave my hair a tug, followed by a gruff command. “Come here.”
I lifted my head, licking my lips as I looked at him from where I knelt in front of him. He moved swiftly, standing from the couch and spinning me around. My leggings were yanked down and tossed aside. I loved the way he handled me—kind of rough and bossy, but always on the edge of gentle.
Before I knew it, my knees were sinking into the couch, and his hand slid down my spine.
The heat of his touch sent cinders scattering as his palm moved through the dip of my spine and over the curve of my bottom.
I felt the velvety brush of his cock on the insides of my thighs when his fingers teased between them.
“Oh, sweetheart, you are so wet.” This was followed by a satisfied growl when two fingers slipped in easily.
I let out a moan as I pushed back into his touch. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. I felt his lips dropping kisses like warm honey down my spine while he teased and pumped in and out of me with his fingers.
I was near incoherent in my begging. “Graham, please. I need—” I cried out when he buried his fingers deep inside me.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You. More.”
“You got it.”
Finally, finally, I felt the thick press of his cock at my entrance, followed by the slow glide.
My head fell forward. I savored the way his fingers dug into one hip as he held me.
He buried himself fully, rocking in subtle nudges as if to seat himself completely.
I felt his hand slide up my spine again, lacing into my hair as he wound it around his hand.
He fucked me. Hard. And I loved every single second of it.
The tug on my hair, the pull and glide as he thrust into me again and again.
I was frantically chasing my release, and everything was spinning inside a storm of sensation.
Just when I thought I couldn’t topple over, he released my hair and reached around my waist, pressing his fingers over my slippery swollen clit.
Pleasure burst in a ray through me as I shuddered roughly, grateful for his strong hold on me.
I felt him draw back once again, as he said something unintelligible, and then the heat of him filling me as he pulsed and jerked inside me.
He curled around me, and all I could hear was the thundering beat of my heart mingling with the sound of our ragged breathing. After a few moments, he shifted, lifting me easily.
He held me close as he sat down. I was curled in his lap while he was still buried inside me. I rested against him, feeling sated and replete and utterly protected in his embrace as his fingers sifted through my hair.
My treacherous heart loved every second of this. I tried to tell myself to be practical. But I was far past that, and I knew it.