His body shuddered at her sweet acquiescence. He kissed her lips, grazed her neck with his mouth, his teeth. Worked his way lower, nibbling on her soft skin, her collarbone, until she was soft and pliable beneath him. He continued, stretching the cup of her bra beneath her breast. Gripping her arm tighter, he pulled the already taut nipple into his mouth, suckling hard.

With a groan, she tried to free her hands, but he held fast. Her whimper told him how much she needed him. Her hips bucked against his. Sliding deep inside her now would be too easy. It would give her the release she sought, but it wouldn't prove to her that she needed him.

He spent more time on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, divesting her of her lace bra so he could mold and cup the soft mounds of flesh in his hands while tormenting her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Hands freed, she gripped his head, pulling at his hair, begging him to stop, to keep going, her need so intense, just as he'd planned.

She had sensitive b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and he loved making a feast out of them, knowing she was out of her mind with the same desire throbbing hard and heavy in his veins.

"Alex, please." Her hips gyrated beneath his, taking his c.o.c.k along for the ride.

"Tell me what you want," he said through clenched teeth, because holding back was costing him too.

Glazed blue eyes stared back at him. Eyes he'd seen in his dreams, that had gotten him through his nightmares. He didn't realize how much he'd relied on the memory of her until now.

Soon she would be so much more than a memory, he thought, ready to possess her in every way possible.

SIX.

Madison's body pulsed with yearning, and desire flooded every part of her being. Her nipples were sensitive from his sensual torment, which seemed to never end. Every lick, nip, and touch sent a shot of awareness to her core. She pulled on his silky hair, begging without words for him to fill her, and when that didn't work, she pleaded out loud. But he held back, ignoring her throbbing s.e.x in favor of arousing her to the point of pain.

He raised himself up.

Madison had never been more aware of the strength Alex possessed than now with his hard, gorgeous body stretched over hers. Tattoos, which he'd freely admitted to getting for juvenile kicks, covered his forearms and broad shoulders, and muscles bunched in his biceps. Yet he held himself in check. Why?

And wasn't that the loaded question.

He shifted his hips, his hard erection sliding against her c.l.i.t through her shorts. She needed relief, but he was withholding hers, as well as his own.

"Tell me, Angel. What do you want?" His gruff voice added to the awareness ricocheting between them.

"You," she said, nearly breathless. "I want you."

He suddenly rolled off of her and stood, shoving his sweatpants down and off. She managed to get rid of her shorts and panties just as quickly. Next thing she knew, he'd lifted her up and started walking toward the bedroom.

She shrieked and wrapped her arms around him, aware of his hard male body as she cuddled close. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed."

"I like the sound of that." She kissed his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe, nipping lightly right before he laid her down on the big mattress.

"Lots of room to maneuver," he said with a grin.

He returned, his thick erection sliding directly over her damp p.u.s.s.y, and she moaned at the intimate contact.

"Feel good?" he asked, holding his thick c.o.c.k with one hand and rubbing over and over her c.l.i.t.

"So, so good." Beautiful waves washed through her, and she arched, needing more pressure. Needing him.

He glided harder against her, knowing the rhythm and level of contact she needed. He hadn't forgotten. Knew exactly what would make her come. His erection was thick and hard and bringing her higher. The peak tempted her, building swells teased her, and suddenly what had been out of reach crashed over her as Alex took her over the edge.

"Yes, Alex, yes," she moaned loudly.

She was quivering with aftershocks when he thrust into her. "That's right, Angel, it's me."

She was slick from her o.r.g.a.s.m, ready for him, and she accepted him easily. He filled the empty ache, but what scared her more was the wash of sensation that accompanied his glide inside of her. He drew out and pushed back in farther this time, stopping when he was buried all the way. She clenched her inner walls around him, holding him in tightly.

"You feel so good. Hot and slick." He shifted his hips, and she sighed in pure delight. "I want you to come again, and this time, scream my name."

She arched up, pulling him impossibly deeper. "Hurry, please."

His dark gaze locked on hers. "My pleasure," he muttered and began to plunge into her with all the need and desire pounding through her veins.

"Yes, yes," she moaned in time with his thrusts. In and out, he urged her toward nirvana. Every shift and undulation of their hips brought her higher.

Their bodies, slick and overheated, came together hard. He kissed her, his tongue mimicking the act of their bodies as he devoured her everywhere. With each determined plunge in, his pelvis ground against her s.e.x, taking her ever up, higher and closer to climax.

"Oh, Alex." She extended his name on a low shuddering moan.

"Yes, Angel. You're almost there."

"I am." Her entire being trembled with the relentless friction of their bodies. She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails in deep and arching her lower half upward.

He picked up his rhythm, and the second he moved again, the tremors started in earnest. "Alex, yes, yes, yes!" she cried out as her world exploded, and he came inside her, long hot spurts she felt everywhere.

He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, his big body warm and heavy. The reality of what she'd done quickly washed over her, but she couldn't regret something so wonderful. So instead, she let herself enjoy the great s.e.x, the phenomenal o.r.g.a.s.ms, and the man who'd given them to her.

She let out a satisfied sigh.

Alex propped himself up on one arm and stared into her eyes, unnerving her with the intensity. But after what they'd shared, she felt the same way.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Never better," she said. "That was amazing."

His s.e.xy grin said he agreed.

"So when can we do it again?" Just looking at him and she wanted to climb back into his arms.

"First things first." He cleared his throat. "We didn't use protection. I should have grabbed a condom but-"

She blew out a long breath. "I'm still on the pill." But they'd been careless, and she knew it.

He let out a relieved breath. "Okay. And I haven't been with anyone since you."

Which, if she believed him, meant he was serious about her. She shook off the thought, unwilling to go there. This was fun, and she intended to enjoy it. As many times as she could.

"You're quiet."

"Just thinking."

"I'm serious. I told you I've changed. That hit to the head was an eye opener." He cupped her jaw in his hand. "Not to mention, I couldn't get you out of my head."

She swallowed hard, his words obviously getting to her. "Really?"

He leaned in close and brushed his lips over hers. "Yeah. Now do you still want to do it again?"

She laughed and crawled on top of him, straddling him with her naked body. No small talk, just enjoyment.

That she could handle.

He gripped her a.s.s and grinned. "Condoms in the drawer. Grab one and ride me," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

She found protection and took her time sheathing him, covering his silken erection with the condom before she straddled him, lowering herself inch by long, thick inch. Then she did as he instructed and began to move.

Alex had to force his eyes open, to watch the expressions on Madison's face and not concentrate solely on her slick walls enclosing him in heat. Better than he remembered. He now knew why he hadn't been able to bring himself to call any other woman. n.o.body had ever felt like this. And now that he wasn't fighting the feelings, sensation and something more overwhelmed him.

It took everything in him to remain in place, not flip her over and take her hard and fast this time. But she was milking his c.o.c.k and, from the sublime look on her face, enjoying every minute. She looked gorgeous astride him, head tilted, lips parted, her hair falling down her back.

He gripped her thighs, and she moaned, raising her head, meeting his gaze, her pupils dilated.

"Flip us?" she asked.

He grinned. "Gladly."

He pulled out of her and stood, sliding her to the edge of the bed. "Umm, not sure this is what I had in mind," she said in a husky voice.

"I want to be deeper in that hot p.u.s.s.y, Angel." He raised her legs over his shoulders, and her eyes opened wide.

Before she could react, he thrust back inside her only to pull out again.

She groaned, and he laughed, tunneling back in slowly, making her squirm and arch her hips in an attempt to pull him all the way. "I'm going to make you pay for this, you know."

"I certainly hope so."

She narrowed her gaze, and he took her completely, thrusting deep and hard, so his b.a.l.l.s slapped against her a.s.s and his eyes rolled back in his head. Then it was too late to tease her any more because his body demanded release.

Short strokes followed longer ones. Madison panted and moaned, clasping her tight sheath around his c.o.c.k with every thrust and grind of his hips. He slipped his hand between them, pressing hard on her c.l.i.t, and as her tremors began, he let himself go, losing himself inside her.

Long after Madison left, he lay awake, running the night over in his head. One thing was clear. This woman owned him, and she had no d.a.m.ned clue.

Another week of work almost over, Madison thought. Another week of nonstop attention from Alex. He picked up coffee, brought her lunch, walked her to her car, and basically acted like the most attentive man ever. Her new relationship with him helped her put the situation with her foster brother out of her mind until her next meeting with the lawyer and the upcoming hearing.

In the meantime, work also kept her busy.

She glanced over at Alex. Feet propped up on his desk, he hung up the phone as his gaze landed on hers. And darkened. "What's up, Angel?"

"I'm leaving for the meeting with the head of the PR team Ian recommended. Are you sure you don't want to join me?" she asked.

"I'll leave PR to you. I'm meeting my sister for dinner. Are you sure you don't want to cancel your plans and come along?"

She laughed. "Work, Alex. Work has to come first."

"You know what they say about all work and no play," he said in an attempt to tease her.

She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse from her drawer. "You play plenty." He'd talked her into letting him stay over at her place, which meant they'd played last night and again in the shower this morning.

"I didn't hear you complaining either." He swung his feet onto the floor, rose, and strode over, intent and desire written all over his expressive face.

"Uh-uh. I have to go. We have a meeting in the morning with the PR team and all the department heads. I want to make sure I know exactly what he's going to pitch. I don't want to be caught off guard."

He braced an arm on the back of her chair and tilted her head up toward his. "Will I see you after your dinner?"

"If you're lucky."

He pressed his lips to hers before beginning to lick a path toward the sweet spot behind her ear. "What do I have to do to get lucky?" he asked.

Her nipples puckered into tight buds, and she squirmed in her seat. "Be good." She gripped the arms of her chair.

"I'm always good."

He was good, she thought. So, so good.

He slid a hand onto her thigh, immediately sliding upward beneath her skirt.

"Alex, no. I have a meeting."

"And I want you thinking of me the whole time." He brushed his fingertips over her panties, unerringly finding her c.l.i.t, and she swallowed a moan.

"Mission accomplished," she murmured, knowing she'd be wet and wanting Alex the entire time. "But we're not doing this here."

To her surprise, he immediately eased his hand out and sat back against the desk. "If you insist." A teasing glint lit his gaze.

He knew he'd lit her fuse and left her burning. "Come to my place after," he said.

"We'll see what time I get out." She didn't want to make any promises, no matter how much she wanted to be with him again. She really should go home for the night, sleep alone in her bed once in a while, and not learn to rely on how good it felt to be with him.

"Where are you going for dinner?" he asked.

She looked up, her gaze falling on the vee in his b.u.t.ton-down shirt, where his oh-so-lickable chest was exposed, and she sighed.