The Education of Madeline (8 page)

“Take your hair down.”

Without thinking about it, Madeline reached behind her and released the pins holding her chignon together. Her hair fell down in dark waves, brushing her cheeks with a soft caress. Her nipples hardened in anticipation of what was yet to come.

“Take me to your bedroom, Maddie.”

T
eague felt like a piece of hay in a twister. Swirling around and around, nearly out of control. His pulse was thrumming so fast he was afraid he'd get dizzy from all the blood rushing to his cock.

He walked behind Madeline up the stairs. Her incredible ass was at eye level. Her hair was swaying back and forth across it as she walked up the steps. He had to physically restrain himself from biting her.

Teague had never been this aroused or lost such a grip on himself over a woman. With Claire, it had been sweet and loving, never snarling and elemental—like Maddie was his bitch, and he was the hound getting ready to mount her. He could almost smell her arousal through the purple satin dress she wore.

His dick was straining at the leash, and all he wanted to do was lay her down on the bed and fuck her until neither one of them could move.

It wasn't as though he had promised her anything except to teach her how to be intimate. So far all he'd done was tease her and end up pleasuring himself every night because he had a permanent hard-on.

They finally reached the top of the stairs and headed down the hallway. He could see light shining from the doorway on the right. The same one he'd seen someone step into when he left the bathing room. A shadow moved beneath the door. Someone was listening.

He started walking on his toes to try to minimize the amount of sound he made. Looked like a houseguest—he wasn't sure if it was Eppie or Isaiah, but his money was on the boy—was enjoying watching and listening to Madeline's education. Well, that was about to stop. No one needed to know anything that went on in or out of his pants. Shit, now he had to be really quiet.

They reached Maddie's bedroom, and she turned her dark eyes on him. The pupils were wide, and he felt as if he'd fallen straight into them. He was drowning in her and had nothing to stop himself from falling. His mental hooks grabbed on to nothing.

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers, but one taste was not enough. He scooped her into his arms and entered the room, pushing the door shut behind him with his foot.

“Lock it.” He growled in a whisper.

She reached behind, and he heard the snick of the key turning in the lock. Her eyes flew back to his.

“You carried me.”

“This is only the first ride of the night, darlin'. Hang on.”

He captured her mouth again as he walked over to the bed, trying not to notice the girlish quality to the room. Maddie was not a girl, even if she had pink furniture and white, lacy canopy shit on her bed, or dolls on the window seat.

She was a woman.

When he reached the bed, he let her slide down his body until she stood, her softness rubbing nicely against his hardness.

“Oh, my,” she breathed as her feet touched the floor. “You're so hard. Like a tree.”

He chuckled. “That I am, and bound to get harder.”

Teague twined her hair around his fist like a satin rope and pulled her close to him until they were chest to chest, groin to groin. He tugged on the hair, and she leaned her head back. He stared down into her eyes.

“This is lesson three, Maddie. There isn't any going back after this. By morning, you'll know what it feels like to be with a man. Are you sure you're ready?”

She licked her lips, and his cock bellowed like it felt that tongue already.

“I've been ready for fifteen years, Teague. All I needed was to find you.”

He tried to ignore the way her honest response plucked at his heartstrings. Maddie was not his wife, nor would she ever be. He liked her. Truth was, he liked her a lot, and even more, he respected her. He was in a tight spot here, between a rock and a hard place. Being in Maddie's bed was complicating matters, but he was that piece of straw in the twister. Helpless to stop. So instead of fighting the wind, he flew with it.

Teague kissed her hard and then released her hair.

He took off his boots and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Take off your clothes for me, Maddie. Start with the petticoats and drawers.”

Madeline pulled up the bottom of her dress long enough to grab the petticoats and drawers and push them down. She stepped out of them, and they disappeared somewhere behind her.

“Now the dress.”

He could see her hands shaking, but she began unbuttoning the hundred tiny pearl buttons that trailed down the front of her dress. As each one popped free, he felt an answering spark inside his chest.

He could see the white chemise beneath her dress and told himself she needed colored undergarments. A woman as sexy as Maddie shouldn't wear white under her clothes. She was too passionate.

The last button popped free, and the dress gaped open nearly to her pussy. He could see the faint shadow of it as the dress opened wider when she pulled it off her shoulders.

“Slowly.”

She nodded as the dress slid down her arms to her waist. As she pulled her hands free, she shimmied it down those long legs to the floor. It pooled around her feet until she stepped out of it and pushed it aside with one foot.

“Now the chemise…slowly, darlin'.”

She swallowed hard, and beneath the nervousness, he saw excitement in her eyes. An arousal that lit from within. Madeline liked him to tell her what to do.

“Should I pull it up or push it down?”

Teague ran his gaze up and down her body. Her nipples stood erect, begging for his attention. Her skin nearly glowed with arousal as a pink flush crept over it. His dick grew another inch inside his already tight pants.

“Push it down.”

Madeline slipped the straps off the chemise and pushed it down her chest until her breasts sprang free. The raspberry-colored nipples were darker in the centers, like fruit waiting for him to pluck. Her skin slowly came into view in the candlelight, causing Teague to start rubbing himself through his pants. He couldn't help it. He was so horny, and it had been so damn long since he'd been with a woman.

“I like that.”

He looked in her eyes. “Like what?”

She licked her lips, and his dick twitched.

“What you're doing with your hand. It makes me…achy.”

“Me, too.”

For a virgin, she surely did not hold back what she was thinking. She pushed the chemise all the way off and then took off her stockings and garters.

“Are you going to get undressed?”

Teague shook his head. “You're going to do it.”

Her eyes widened, and he saw a small smile playing around her lips. She walked toward the bed, and it was all Teague could do not to throw her on the bed and pump into her.

She pushed his knees open until she stood between them.

“Vixen.”

Her long fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly.

“I want to kiss you. Touch you.”

“I'm all yours, Maddie.”

She nodded again, as if receiving instructions. As his chest appeared in the opening of the shirt, she leaned forward and planted a kiss. Then did it again and again. When it was completely unbuttoned, her finger trailed down the path of hair that led from his belly to his dick. Then it went back up to his belly button and gently caressed it.

Madeline slipped his shirt off and tossed it behind her. His breathing was as labored as hers, and they hadn't even really started yet. Her hands ran up and down his shoulders and arms and then down his chest. When her fingernails lightly scored his nipples, he hissed.

“I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you,” she whispered huskily as she bent forward to lick one nipple and then the other.

That, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel's back. Teague stood abruptly, tossed her on the bed, and then yanked off his boots and trousers in record time.

Madeline lay on the bed, looking at him with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. When her gaze dropped down to his cock, she swallowed and licked her lips. Teague groaned.

“You're gonna make this be over before it starts.”

“I don't mean to.”

“Hang on, because it's going to get a little bumpy.”

He lay down on top of her, and his entire body sighed with relief. Skin to skin, they fit perfectly. Her softness melded with his hardness. Her thighs opened, and he slid between them to nestle in the softest of havens.

“Oh, Lord, Teague. I…I…that's incredible. It's like heaven.”

Secretly Teague agreed with her. It was like heaven. He lifted his head up and smiled.

“Not quite, but we're getting close.”

He kissed her hard while his hands roamed up and down her body, pinching, teasing, and caressing. He thrummed and ached to take her, but he wanted her first time to be perfect. She had, after all, paid for it with good money.

He rocked back and forth against her mons until her slickness told him she was nearly ready.

He kissed her across her jaw to her ear, and then, after a few nibbles, he moved to her neck. She smelled and tasted of lavender and woman. He licked the crook of her shoulder and then moved to his ultimate goal, her pouting nipples.

He captured one pert point in his mouth while his hand rolled and played with the other. Continually rocking against her, he built up the tempo until he could tell she was close to reaching her peak.

“The first time will hurt,” he murmured against her breast.

“I don't care. Oh, please, Teague, I need…I need. Please.”

“Open for me.”

Her legs slowly spread, and he was flush against her. She was so hot and so wet, he nearly came at the first touch of skin. With rigid self-control, he pushed into her an inch and felt the squeeze of an untried pussy. He was sweating and hanging on by a thread to his sanity.

In. In.

He ignored his inner demons and pushed in a smidge more.

“Oh, yessssss,” she said. “That's what I want.”

Again he slid forward in a bit more and nearly lost it right then and there. Oh, Jesus, she was so tight.

So good.

“Are you ready, Maddie? There's no going back after this.”

She spread her legs wider and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him forward so quickly into her wet heat he was helpless to stop her. But, goddamn, once inside he wondered what had taken him so long. She was not only tight, hot, and wet, she was clenching around him over and over.

“You okay?”

“Mmmm, yes. Can you penetrate me again and again?”

He would have laughed if he hadn't been a hair's breadth away from coming his brains out.

“You need to stop reading textbooks, Maddie.”

He pulled all the way out and then pushed in. His rhythm picked up, and so did hers. Together they rode the twister, bucking and fucking like two pieces of straw twined together.

“Teague, it's happening again.”

He drove into her harder, deeper. So close, oh, so damn close.

She screeched his name as her body convulsed around him so hard. He slammed his lips down on hers to muffle the sound. He came with enough force he saw stars. He pumped into her deep, deeper, deepest. She clawed at his back as her tremors continued.

Teague was breathing like a bellows against her shoulder. Her heart was fluttering in her chest, and he felt tingles from one end of his body to the other.

“Holy shit.”

He kissed her and rolled off, sliding easily against her sweaty body.

“Sweet heavens.”

“I like mine better.”

Madeline raised a shaking hand, pulled a hair from her cheek, and then leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Her lithe tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip playfully. Her dark eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“How long until we can do this again?”

He gauged his body's readiness and grinned.

“Half an hour?”

“It's a date.”

He glanced at Maddie and saw the most beautiful sight a man could see. A woman he loved, well sated and glowing from their lovemaking.

His stomach cramped with the realization of his thoughts.

A woman he loved?

Not happening. He did
not
love Maddie. He
liked
Maddie. It was absolutely, positively not love.

 

Teague woke her in a few hours. His big hands cupped her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples until she arched against him. His hardness pressed up against her backside, and she rubbed against it, an answering wetness began to gather between her legs.

“Are you ready for another lesson?”

She smiled into her pillow. Who knew sex was going to be so amazing and incredible? She imagined it to be messy and awkward. No, sirree. It was far beyond that. It was…bliss.