One Night with Sole Regret 02 Tempt Me (15 page)

“
Yes, happy
tears.”

“
Then that’s okay. I’ll
kiss them away. I love you.” Those three words were becoming easier
to say, but he meant them a little more with each passing
moment.

Madison turned around to face him,
kneeling between his thighs. She cradled his face in her hands and
touched her nose to his, her eyes drifting closed. “Is this real?”
she asked. “I’ve dreamed of you saying you love me so many times,
I’m worried that I’m dreaming.”

Normally if a woman had said something
like that, he’d be reaching for his clothes and bolting for the
door, but this was Madison. She wouldn’t hurt him. It was okay to
love her. Okay to tell her.

“
If you’re dreaming, then
I’m dreaming too,” he said. “I’ve never told anyone I love
them.”

Her eyes opened, and her pupils
adjusted as she focused on him. “No one? Not even
family?”

“
No one,” he
said.

She looped her wet arms around his
neck and pressed her breasts into his chest. “Then I think you need
to say it some more. Just so you get used to it. Think of it as
therapy.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

Her fingers burrowed into his hair.
“Again,” she whispered.

“
I love you.” It felt good
to let her know. He could say these things when they were alone
together. He wouldn’t want others to recognize his weakness, but if
only she knew, that was okay.

“
Again.”

“
I love you. Your
turn.”

She stared intently into his eyes and
said, “I love you.” She didn’t look away for several moments and
then out of nowhere said, “I wonder what it feels like to have a
pierced cock rubbing inside you.”

“
Woman,” he said, “you had
better stop thinking about having sex with my band. First Kellen
and now Owen?”

“
Oh, I wasn’t thinking of
having sex with anyone but you.”

Though his dick was hidden beneath the
churning water, there was no doubt where she was directing her
pointed look. His balls tried to crawl up into his pelvic cavity.
“Absolutely not, Madison.”

She stuck out her lower lip and
blinked her beguiling blue eyes at him.

“
That look will get you
diamonds, baby,” he said, “but not my cock pierced.”

She laughed. “I guess I’ll just have
to imagine what it feels like. And I bet it makes giving blow jobs
a challenge.”

He threw back his head and laughed.
“You’ll have to ask one of Owen playthings. I’ve never blown
him.”

She grinned crookedly.
“Have you ever done
anything
sexy with another guy?” she asked, rubbing her
breasts against his chest. For fuck’s sake, was she getting turned
on by thinking of him with another man?

“
No, I’m not into
guys.”

“
Would you like to see me
do something sexy with another girl?”

Whoa. What in the hell had he awoken
in this once sheltered woman? And why was he so glad to have
corrupted her innocence? “Such
as . . . ”

“
Kissing?” She had the same
expression on her face that she wore when she questioned him in a
counseling session—all serious and attentive.

“
Yeah, I’d like to see you
kiss a girl.”

“
Playing with each other’s
breasts?” She cupped her perky tits and rubbed her thumbs over her
nipples. “Licking them?” Her tongue traced her upper lip, not in an
intentionally seductive way, but as if she was imagining the best
way to use it on another woman.

Welcome back, raging hard-on. Where
have you been for the past five minutes?

“
That would be sexy,” he
said, his breath already hitching with excitement.

She glanced up and caught his
titty-roaming gaze. “Would you rather watch another woman eat me
out or me eat her out?”

Both scenarios played in his mind, and
he found that an easy question to answer. “You eat her, so I can
fuck you from behind while I watch.”

Her hand slid from her breast and into
the water. He couldn’t see what she was doing clearly, but he was
pretty sure she was exploring the folds of her sex.

“
Does a woman’s cum taste
like a man’s?” she asked.

How the hell would he know? He’d never
tasted his own, and he sure as hell had never tasted another
dude’s.

“
I don’t think
so.”

“
I want to taste it. A
woman’s cum.” Her hand lifted out of the water, and she slipped two
wet fingers into her mouth.

Adam’s gut clenched, and his balls
threatened to explode.

“
I can’t taste it,” she
said, pouting. “I know my pussy is wet enough. I guess the water
washed the cum off my fingers.”

A flood sloshed across the bathroom
floor. Adam hadn’t meant to tackle her backward into the tub. His
intention had been to be gentle for the rest of the night, not to
find the hot, slick sheath between her thighs and drive his
throbbing cock into it over and over and over again. But damn it,
if she kept tempting him, what the hell did she expect? She knew
what it did to him when she acted all sweet and innocent, dirty and
naughty at the same time.

She clung to him as he plunged into
her, moaning encouragement as she moved with him. When his urgency
receded enough for him gather a thought, he paused and frowned down
at her.

Her eyes blinked open. “Is something
wrong?”

“
You did that on purpose,”
he accused.

“
Did what?”

For once, he wasn’t buying her look of
innocence.

“
Acted sexy so I’d jump you
again. You knew I wanted to be gentle with you.”

She grinned crookedly. “Was it sexy
when I tasted my cum?”

“
Fuck, woman, you know it
was.”

“
Are you expecting me to
apologize for tempting you?”

“
You
are
manipulating me.”

“
And I so like the
outcome,” she said, her grin widening. “Don't stop.”

He didn't plan to stop, just calm his
motions a bit. He moved his hips slowly, churning inside her. Her
eyelids fluttered. He repeated the motion—deeper, wider—holding her
tightly for leverage in the give of the water. Each time he
withdrew, one water jet massaged his foot and another jet stirred a
stream of water against his balls, encouraging him to move faster.
He fought the urge, watching Madison's face as she relaxed and let
him carry a languid rhythm.

“
That feels so good,” she
whispered, staring up into his eyes. “Oh, Adam.”

He kissed her soft lips, continuing
his pattern of slow, deep, gyrating thrusts. Giving her time to
focus on sensation. To feel how perfectly their bodies came
together. To recognize his love for her, which must be apparent on
his face and in every motion of his body. The enormity of his
feelings swelled in his chest. He was starting to understand what
she meant about the need to always rush, so there wasn't time for
this profound connection to overwhelm the physical pleasure. She
felt so perfect against him, around him. Looked so wet and sexy—her
face flushed, breasts exposed, hair floating like a cloud of dark
silk in the water. Her head tilted back a little more with each
churning thrust. Her mouth opened a bit wider each time he
withdrew.

“
Adam, I
think . . . I think . . . I'm gonna
come soon. Oh God, the slow build feels so good. Don’t stop.
Almost.”

She continued to encourage him with
gasping words as he took her higher and higher. Her body began to
tremble uncontrollably as her orgasm eluded her. At last, she
caught it. “Oh!”

When she squeezed her eyes shut in
ecstasy, he said, “Don’t look away.”

Body straining and lungs gasping for
air, she forced her eyes open.

“
I love you, Madison,” he
whispered. “Do you feel it?” He felt it—as if his buoyant soul was
going to float out of his chest and into the heavens.

“
Y-yes.” When the first
tear slipped from the corner of her eye, his thought he’d somehow
hurt her. By the second drop, he realized those were the happy
tears she’d been worried about spilling. Just as he promised, he
kissed them away. When her orgasm subsided, she lifted her head
from the tub—a torrent of water pouring from her long hair—and
pressed kisses to his throat and shoulders. “You were right,” she
said. “It’s just as good, maybe better, when it isn’t quick and
rough.”

“
You’re not telling me
anything new. I
know
what makes sex great,” he boasted. “You.” He couldn’t imagine
how hard the guys would rip on him if they heard him say that. But
here with her, he could be as repulsively sappy as he wanted to be.
Here with her, appearances didn’t matter.

“
You’re right about that
too,” she said, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. “The
partner makes all the difference.”

Why in the hell had he waited so long
to admit he had feelings for her? He’d wasted months that he could
have been loving her and being openly loved in return. He kissed
her with all the passion he could muster and then pulled out of her
body before collapsing against the back of the tub
again.

Madison struggled to orient her body
in a kneeling position between his legs.

“
You didn’t come, did you?”
she asked.

Apparently she couldn’t see how stiff
he cock was beneath the surface of the water. “No. I can only do
that so many times a night. I figured I better save something for
later.”

“
Last time we spent the
night together, you had seven orgasms.”

He chuckled. “You counted?”

She nodded. “And I had ten.” She
shifted both hands out of the water and wiggled all ten fingers at
him.

“
No wonder I always sleep
for two days after I see you.”

“
And I can feel you deep
inside for days.”

“
Do I make you
sore?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “I need
that part. It makes me miss you less.” She took a shaky breath.
“For a little while.”

Her sad little frown about broke his
heart. Damn.

He grabbed her wrist and tugged. With
a startled cry, she slipped on the bottom of the tub and collided
sideways with his chest. Instead of righting herself, she melted
against him, her head resting on his shoulder and her warm breath
blowing gently against the wetness on his chest. Her hand moved to
his erection, stroking his length absently. Her gentle touch
wouldn’t make him come, but it would definitely keep him
hard.

“
Madison,” he said,
enjoying the relative calm between them, but needing to share
something he’d been hiding from her.

“
Hmm?”

“
I wasn’t exactly truthful
with you earlier.”

She stiffened. “You don’t really love
me?”

“
What?” He couldn’t believe
that was the first thing she’d think he’d lie about. Hell, it was
probably the only thing he’d
never
lie about. “No. That’s not it.”

“
I don’t care about any
other lies right now as long as you truly love me.”

“
Too bad, I’m telling you
anyway.” He rubbed a hand over her upper arm. Her smooth, damp skin
was chilly to the touch. Perhaps he should concentrate on keeping
her warm instead of troubling her with his problems. “I lied about
the reason I don’t want you to visit me in Austin.”

“
The porn on the
walls?”

“
Madison, it’s not porn.
It’s my artwork. Mine,” he clarified. “I didn’t buy it; I created
it.”

“
You’re an artist?” She
shifted away from his chest so she could look at him. “Why didn’t
you ever tell me that?”

“
Hey, baby,” he said in a
creepy stalker voice, “I draw and paint portraits of nude women
from memory. Wanna come view my collection?”

“
Yeah, actually, I do want
to see your work, naked chicks or not.” Her eyes lit up. “Have you
ever painted me?”

The heat of embarrassment rose up his
neck and face. Was he seriously blushing? “Yeah, far more than I
should. I have at least five paintings of your left breast
alone.”

“
But not the right?” She
looked down at her perfect breasts. “Is the left one better or
something?”

“
Nope, it’s just usually in
my dominant hand.”

She laughed. “Well, now that I know
your secret, I can visit, right?”

“
Someday.” He had started
this thread of conversation to tell her that his father had moved
back in, but that feeling of not wanting to disappoint her made him
hesitate. He decided it would be easier to get rid of the old man
than to remind Madison that he wasn’t as strong as she seemed to
think he was. “But not next week. Next week it’s you and me in New
Orleans. Did you forget?”

“
How could I forget? I
wonder . . . While you eat me out at the club,
should I do this?” Leaning her back against his chest, she cupped
her breasts and tugged at her nipples, making them hard and rosy
pink. “If I play with my boobs, will our audience think it’s
sexy?”