Because He Plays Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Seven) (9 page)

This was exactly what I wanted, to give him a little taste of his own torment. “I think I’d like to eat in the restaurant. If you don’t mind of course.”

His jaw clenched tight. He narrowed his eyes at me, but reached out to run a gentle finger down my neck. One touch and I was already melting. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure of anything at all except that I never wanted him to stop touching me. Triumph shone from his eyes and he moved his hand away. “Shall we go eat then?”

Damn him and his table turning wiles. I had no choice but to walk along side him now, every brush of silk like a dozen fingers caressing my skin with each step. We were seated at a secluded table overlooking the water and Madden ran his fingers down over my shoulders as he helped me to sit.

“The view is stunning,” I said, looking out over the water.

“I agree.” The timbre of his voice pulled my gaze back and I found him staring across the table at me. “Did you enjoy your day?”

I took a sip of water from a crystal goblet to wet my throat. “It was...surreal. I felt like Cinderella getting ready for the ball. Thank you.” I should care more that he was doing all these things for me, but the truth was I was being compensated for my time with him. There was nothing left to morally object to, not that I would. I wanted to be there with him.

Pleasure danced over his face and he smiled.

“Did your day go well?” I asked.

“Very well. We are ahead of schedule which always makes me happy. Maybe tomorrow I can show you around the entire resort. There are over twenty acres, though most are undeveloped. It creates the illusion of privacy and seclusion, which is what draws people here.”

Remembering the view from our room I had to agree. It felt like everything was ours alone.

The waiter set down a plate in front of each of us. One enormous shrimp was curled over the edge of a delicate glass and the bottom was filled with red sauce. Next to it were two spring rolls, one resting against the other, and finally, what looked like the end of a cucumber, carved out and filled with a creamy white sauce that had been sprinkled with tiny red and green petals. It seemed a shame to eat something so pretty, but after the first bite, I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Flavors melded on my tongue and I closed my eyes. Holy god was it good.

When I opened them again, Madden was staring at my lips. I darted my tongue out to make sure there wasn’t any white sauce that I’d missed.

He reached across the table and ran his thumb over the corner of my mouth.

The urge to run my tongue over the tip, to suck his thumb into my mouth, twisted my stomach into knots.

The waiter arrived to clear our plates, giving me time to catch my breath.

Outside our little alcove, the restaurant was packed. The bar was to the left of us and several people stood waiting for their drinks. My gaze snagged on one figure, standing alone at the end. He had on jeans and a button down shirt and his ball-cap was pulled down low over his eyes, but I could feel his eyes on me.

My lungs seized and I couldn't take a breath in.

Jacob was there. It wasn’t possible. My hands shook so badly that I knocked over my water. Chills washed over me and I wrapped my arms around myself. The man had not moved. He just stood there, staring at me.

“Skylar, what’s wrong?” Madden asked.

I tried to speak but my voice was frozen. How had Jacob found me here? The sickly taste of bile coated the back of my throat. Too soon. I needed more time to disappear. I pushed away from the table so fast that my chair tipped over.

The floor under my feet tilted and I started to fall. Strong arms swept me up, cradling me like a child. I buried my face in Madden’s neck. His familiar scent enveloped me, helped to control the panic building inside.

I glanced back into the dining room, towards the man with the ball-cap pulled down low. He moved away from the bar to a table full of people, and when he tipped his head back, I saw that it wasn’t Jacob after all.

Tears of relief burned in my eyes. “Can you take me back to the room please?’ I whispered.

“Do you need a doctor?” Madden asked. His long strides ate up the distance between the dining room and the elevator. Curious glances shot our way but he ignored every single one.

“No, I just need…” What did I need? I let my head fall back and I stared up at Madden. I wanted to not feel scared. I wanted to feel pleasure to take away the sharp taste of fear. That’s what I needed. The elevator dinged and he stepped inside. We were the only ones there.

I closed my eyes and breathed in.

“I need
you
.” I pressed my lips to the column of his neck and his arms tightened around me. The stubble along his jaw scraped across my lips and I shifted so that my arms wound around his neck and I could reach his mouth. One tentative kiss was all I dared. I glanced up and found him staring down at me.

He slid my legs down until I could stand on my own, then he turned and crowded me into the corner. He was bigger and stronger, but he didn’t scare me.

It was just the opposite, in fact. Excitement danced up my spine. This was what I wanted to focus on.

“I don’t know what spooked you back there,” he said. “But if we’re doing this, I want you to be one hundred percent present with me. I will demand everything from you tonight, Skylar, and you need to understand that. Inside that bedroom, you are mine. Your body is
mine.
Are you ready for that?”

I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and dragged his hands down over my chest. When they covered my breasts, I let them go and dropped my arms. “Tonight, I am yours, Madden.”

A low growl came from his lips and he leaned in close.

Ding.

The elevator slid open but he didn't move. His hands were still cupping my breasts and he was close enough that I felt the bulge through his dress pants. What was he waiting for? “There’s something I have to check first. Something that has been making me crazy since the lobby.” He slid one hand down over my hip, then my thigh, until he found the slit in my dress and I felt his touch on my bare skin. Then ever so slowly, he moved up and under the material.

I jolted when he slipped his hand to my inner thigh. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders when he ran one finger between my legs.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “So wet already, Skylar?”

There was no barrier at all between his touch and my skin. I rocked my hips, pushing myself along his finger. Shocks shot through my body. It wouldn't take much more to spin me over the edge.

“So close aren’t you?” His dark eyes glittered with desire and he swiped his finger over my clit twice. My back arched. Just one more touch. I could feel myself hovering right there, every nerve ending stretched to the limit, ready to let go. My legs trembled. Air staggered in and out of my lungs.

He squeezed my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple through the fabric. It only tightened the bow further.

“Please,” I moaned. Too many hours of teasing had brought me to this point. I needed release.

“Not until I say you can,” he nipped the skin on my shoulder and pulled his hand free. My dress fell back into place and I stared blankly at him, unable to form a thought.

He took my hand and tugged me out of the elevator. My legs were wobbly and I stumbled behind him. The highs and lows were killing me. I wanted to scream in frustration.

As soon as we were in the room, he let go and started pulling at his tie.

“Is this a game? See how many times you can get me right to the edge before I crack?” I kicked off my shoes and yanked the pins out of my hair. Madden pulled the tie free and tossed it on a chair. His gaze never strayed from mine. His suit jacket followed. Every movement was controlled, precise. He undid the buttons on his cuffs then loosened the first four before reaching behind and pulling his dress shirt up over his head.

I paused with one earring in my fingers.

Last night I had only seen him from behind. That view was impressive but nothing compared to what I saw right now. His chest was broad and hard with ridges running down over his abdomen like a ladder. Fine hair sprinkled over his lower abs and a trail of it disappeared beneath his dress pants. Every move he made cause a ripple effect that had me mesmerized.

He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. They slithered down his legs and he stepped out of them and his shoes.

Naked now except for a pair of black boxers that hugged his body like a second skin, his huge erection strained against the fabric. He advanced like a panther, barely restrained power radiating from him.

He stopped less than a foot from me. “I want you naked.”

He didn’t ask me, he told me. For one second, I thought about saying no, but then I remembered his demands in the elevator. In this room, I was his. I reached behind me and found the short zipper along my lower back. It was all that held the dress in place.

The straps slid off my shoulders, then the dress fell in a silky pool on the floor.

Madden reached out and traced one finger in a lazy circle around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He did the same to the other side, avoiding the now hardened tip. The desire that had cooled suddenly sprang to life again.

Despite the heat of the night, I shivered.

“You are beautiful, Skylar.” His gaze rose until I was looking into intensely dark eyes “And tonight, you’re mine. Come here.”

I took a step forward and now we were only an inch apart. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly up my sides. They danced over my shoulders, up my neck, and one hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, holding me still.

Madden lowered his head and his lips ghosted over my jaw. I closed my eyes with a low moan when he nipped at my earlobe. Moisture built between my legs and I shifted, trying for any amount of friction there.

Madden dropped his free hand and dug his fingers into my hip, anchoring me, keeping me from moving at all. He sucked on the skin just under my ear and my legs began trembling. I wanted to touch him, to taste him like he was doing to me, but I couldn’t. Not while he held me in place.

“The way you react to my touch makes me crazy,” he said against my neck. “So many things I could do to make you cry out for more.”

Desire shot through me like white hot lightning. If he could get this kind of reaction with just a touch, I couldn’t even imagine what would happen when he was inside me. His mouth moved slowly back up my neck, leaving my skin overly sensitive. Noises came out of my throat, ones I’d never heard myself make before.

His lips were at the corner of my mouth and I parted my lips slightly. He nipped at my bottom lip, then ran his tongue over the spot. My breath caught in my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair and he pressed his mouth fully against mine. His tongue slid inside, warm and velvety, boldly claiming every spot he touched.

I moved my tongue against his, sinking into the most erotic kiss of my life. He wasn’t just kissing me, he was devouring me, and I wanted nothing less from him. When I groaned, he swallowed the sound with a growl.

“You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me,” he panted, pulling away just enough so that I could still feel his hot breath on my lips. His eyes were black, penetrating as he narrowed them at me. “I want to drive into you so hard and so deep that you remember this night for the rest of your life.”

I already knew that I would. “Then do it,” I whispered, feeling bolder than ever before. “Make me scream, Madden.”

The growl rumbled out of his chest and he lifted me up only to toss me back down on the bed. I fell onto my back with my knees open. He stopped, staring down at me for several long seconds. His gaze like a physical touch as it moved over my body, focused between my legs. Without looking away he pulled off his boxers and stood over me, fisting his thick cock.

I was going to combust. Burst into a million pieces right there just watching him. Madden Cross was magnificent to look at. Hard planes and sharp angles melded together to form the most perfect specimen of a man I had ever seen.

I slid my hand down between my legs, unable to stop from touching myself. He sucked in a breath and his body tensed even more. But he didn’t move. His stare was riveted to where my fingers circled my clit.

Tension built with fiery speed. I could make myself come so easily. Knowing he was watching made it even more erotic. A few more strokes and I would explode. He moved onto the bed in one fluid motion. Before I could finish he grabbed my hands and pulled my arms over my head. With one hand, he held my wrists, pinning me against the mattress.

“This is what you want, Skylar?” His hand was between my legs and then his fingers plunged into me. I lifted my hips off the bed, angled so that he was driving against the spot that would send me spiraling over the edge. His hand was relentless and if he stopped now, I was going to scream. So close. I sobbed, rocking my hips faster, meeting every thrust of his fingers.

I was going to come.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “Oh fuck.” I tensed. My pussy clenched down on his fingers that kept up their driving rhythm, pushing me headlong over the edge.

“I want to hear you scream my name,” he growled in my ear just as the pleasure burst over me.

I did. I opened my mouth and cried out his name over and over again bucking off the bed uncontrollably. He kept thrusting his fingers inside me and another burst of white hot fire rolled through me. This time I sobbed his name, unable to stop climaxing. He kept driving me higher, pushing me over peak after peak.

My body shook. He slid his fingers out but the tremors made my teeth chatter. Fissures of pleasure, tiny aftershocks, rocked through me.

The bed shifted and through my hazy sight, I saw Madden move between my legs. I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give him. Foil crinkled and then he was there, pushing into me, sinking deep with one long thrust.

I was wrong. I had more. I lifted my hips and he began to rock back and forth. The aftershocks began building again. Madden lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then leaned forward. I was bent in half and helpless and I didn’t care because the angle made it so that the entire length of his cock scraped along my G spot. I was flying again, stars dancing in my vision.