16. Alistair #2
I scooped up an exhausted Kenna into my arms. She snuggled into my shoulder. “Hand me her coat, please. We’ll use it to shield her face in case there’s more of them out there.”
Madison did, tucking it around Kenna to block her from any paparazzi that might be waiting for us outside.
“Just keep your head down and walk straight to the limo,” I told her as we made our way back through the lobby of the restaurant. “And don’t respond to anything they ask you.”
“Right,” she said, a concerned line appearing between her brows.
I reached out and squeezed her hand. “It’ll be all right. I promise.” I was going to protect her, even if that meant I had to buy up and burn down every single one of those gossip rags myself.
I sucked in a deep breath, then nodded to the security guard. He pulled the door open, and I stepped outside, but to my surprise, there was no one there. Not even the paparazzo from before.
“Maybe he had to get home for dinner,” Madison quipped, glancing back and forth down the street.
I snorted, though I couldn’t deny the relief that filled me.
The guy clearly hadn’t thought it worthwhile to stick around after the pictures he’d already gotten.
Maybe that meant things really had died down in the time we’d been away.
Maybe I was now the kind of famous where the paps were happy to get their shot if the opportunity presented itself, but they didn’t care enough to hunt me down anymore.
Madison leaned into my arm. “I’m sorry to say you’ve been demoted from front page news.”
A startled laugh bubbled free. “You know, I think I can live with that.”
“Is Kenna asleep?” Madison asked as I found her in one of the suite’s sitting rooms. She was framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, nothing but the night sky and a twinkling London behind her.
“She is,” I said. “Snoring like a footy player after a championship.”
Madison laughed lightly. Smiling at me like that, she was striking, and my chest clenched with desire. “I think she’s pretty worn out. She had a power nap in the limo, but it was a really busy day. All that pampering is exhausting.”
“And what about you?” I asked, drawing closer to her. Close enough to be engulfed in the cloud of her perfume. “Are you tuckered out too?”
She gave me a sly grin. “I think I could rally for a while. If there was something you had in mind.”
“I do have some very enticing plans,” I murmured, reaching for her hand. I tugged her to me, catching her around the waist and twirling us in a slow, simple box step.
She tilted her head enough to regard me. “Surprise plans?”
“Mmm…” I hummed. “I think you can probably guess.”
“I think you want to kiss me,” she whispered.
“I think you’re right.” Then I lowered my head, catching those cherry lips in the kiss I’d been dying for all evening. Madison moaned into my mouth, her hands slipping beneath my tux jacket to tug on my dress shirt. We stumbled against a sofa, laughing as we broke apart.
“Bedroom?” she whispered.
“That would probably be more practical,” I whispered back.
I kissed her again, and Madison tugged on one of my trouser loops, leading us in the direction of the door. In the hallway, I pressed her up against the wall, and she gasped, feeling my erection. She arched her back, pressing against me in a way that had me biting down on a groan.
“Problem?” she murmured, grinning in the near darkness.
I growled, nipping at her ear. I needed to get us onto a bed. Now. I took her hand, leading her down the hall. She pulled back, inclining her head in the opposite direction. “My room is further from Kenna’s.”
An excellent point. I kissed her again, and we staggered in the opposite direction, unfastening our clothing as we went. By the time we reached her room, my shirt was fully open, and Madison was fumbling around for the zipper on the back of her dress.
“Let me,” I said, closing the door then darting behind her.
Light from the city bled in through the sheer curtains, enough for me to make out the creamy expanse of skin as the material of the dress sagged.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and as I turned her around, I let my thumb drift across her lips, then lower, caressing her breast before flicking over one pert nipple.
Madison gasped into me.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told her.
She vaguely gestured to her head. “It’s this amazing hair and the makeup and—”
I shook my head, catching her face between my hands, making sure she was listening. “You’ve always been gorgeous. I thought so from the moment you crawled through my dog door.”
Madison laughed. “Liar.”
“I mean it.”
“I was a wet mess.”
“A gorgeous wet mess.” I ran my hands down her bare sides, shoving the fabric of that dress down until it pooled on the floor. “But for the record, I don’t mind a wet mess. Prefer it, actually.”
She groaned, nudging me. “That was horrible.”
“Horribly sexy, I hope.” I waggled my eyebrows at her, silencing whatever she was about to say with another kiss. It was flirty and fun, but heated too. I chased the ridges of her spine all the way down to squeeze her ass.
Madison gasped into my mouth, rolling her body against mine. Against the erection that was now straining in my pants.
“I want you,” she breathed against me.
I flashed a wicked grin. “Then get on the bed.”
She stepped back, her desire evident. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.
“Wait,” I said as she started to step out of her footwear. “Keep the heels.”
Madison shot me a filthy grin. “As you wish, my lord.”
Fucking right, I thought.
She sauntered toward the bed, those sexy, naked curves calling to me as I shoved my pants down to my ankles, stepping out of them. Madison reclined on the bed, tossing me her underwear as she took in my length, humming in appreciation.
I grabbed my cock, pumping it a couple times as she watched, liking the way she stared, the way she anticipated, the way she wanted.
She rubbed her thighs together. “Are you going to come up here?”
“Lie back,” I said, releasing my cock and climbing onto the end of the bed.
Madison did, propping herself on her elbows to watch me sink between her thighs.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“Hell yes.”
I smirked, kissing her legs. First one, then the other.
She squirmed a bit, inching toward my mouth.
I took the hint and ran my tongue over her clit.
The sound she made went straight to my cock, making it twitch with need.
She flopped back on the pillow, chest heaving as I worked her into a frenzy, exploring which strokes she liked, which speed and what pressure made her moan the loudest.
Suddenly, her thighs clamped around my head and she cried out, her breath strangled. I rode out her orgasm, keeping up my ministrations until she physically pushed my head away with a laugh.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, grinning down at me. “Get up here.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I crawled my way up her body, kissing a trail across her stomach, her breasts, finally stopping at her lips so she could taste herself.
“You’re kind of good at that.”
“Exactly what a man likes to hear,” I said, my cock pressing against her in a way that had her eyelids fluttering.
“Condom?” she asked as she reached between us, groaning at the weight of my cock in her hand.
Right. That.
She released me, and I hopped off the bed, retrieving a condom from my trouser pocket.
“Just carrying those around, are you?” Madison laughed.
“I like to be prepared.” I tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom onto my cock, making sure it was in place. Madison reached down, running a hand between her own thighs, eyes blown with desire. I climbed back onto the bed, and she shifted, opening up a space for me up between her thighs.
“Ready?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode.”
“Why didn’t you just say so?” I said, leaning down to suck at her neck. She clutched my shoulders. “I’m more than happy to put you out of your misery.”
She whined in response, her hips darting forward. I reached between us, flicking my fingers over her clit, then guided my cock into her slowly, letting her adjust to the stretch.
The groan that escaped her almost had me bucking. “Good?” I asked after a beat.
She clutched me harder. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, Alistair. Make me forget my own name.”
I pressed my lips to her cheek. “I’m going to make you scream mine.” Then I pulled out and thrust back in.
Madison cried out, shifting to meet my thrusts. The pressure was intoxicating, delicious…and she was ravenous for me. I tilted my hips, changing the angle slightly, and her breathy little moans were almost my undoing. I sped up just to hear more.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, nails digging into my skin. “Don’t stop. Please, God!”
I propped myself up on my forearms, keeping pace as desire tightened around my spine. It was so fucking good.
She was so good.
And I could hardly wait for her to unravel again.
“I’m…” she gasped. “I’m gonna…Alis—”
And then she was coming, seizing up before going boneless beneath me, her moan echoing through the room.
I exploded right behind her, my head driving into the pillow as my orgasm crackled behind my eyes. “Was that my name I heard you say as you came?”
“Not sure,” she said, still trying to catch her breath. “I think we should probably try again to be sure.”
I turned my head, grinning. Tonight, her wish was my command.