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After that, they didn’t talk. Tomorrow, the sun would come up, and reality would intrude. She would be expected to appear in the classroom for the final days of the school year with her pint-sized pupils, and he had a personal security firm that expected him to take on Trees’s work while the guy honeymooned with Laila. Matt could feel the clock creeping closer to the hour they had to part. A panic he didn’t understand surged. He pinned her to the bed, clutching her like he’d never let her go while he wedged himself between her thighs and drove deep without stopping and without mercy.
When he was submerged inside her, he finally breathed. Madison was his again. Right now, he couldn’t imagine a time she wouldn’t be. It was crazy, but his heart insisted she belonged to him forever. His head was screaming that, if he didn’t back off and get his shit together, she could end up as miserable and broken as his dad’s parade of women.
Then pleasure overrode everything. Matt had no sense of time passing, only the searing pleasure threatening to break him. Sweat poured off his body as her pleading filled his ears.
“Matt. Matt! Please…”
“No.” This might well be his last chance to imprint himself on her before responsibility took her away. He wanted this moment to last as long as he could. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, dilated and wild and reverent. She latched onto him as he filled her with strong, steady strokes that had her clawing his back and keening out his name again.
Seeing her drown in desire filled him with a now too-familiar deviant thrill. After this much sex, he should be sated for days—or at least a few hours. But with Madison, he burned endlessly.
Matt withdrew, earning him a mew of protest, before he urged her onto her hands and knees. In one stroke, he embedded himself inside her, eliciting a wall-rattling groan. She clawed the bedding and tightened on him and urged him to go harder.
As he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged, he leaned over her back and found her ear. “Tell me you love the feel of me inside you, fucking you deep.”
Her breath shuddered. “Yes. Oh, my god, yes… I love it. More. Always more…”
Matt drove her until she screamed out in throaty ecstasy. He followed with a climax so devastating he wondered if he’d ever be right again. Physically, he felt sated. Emotionally, he still churned and burned…and feared he’d never have enough of Madison.
Together, they collapsed to the rumpled sheets, panting.
She pressed a hand to her rapidly rising and falling chest. “That was…”
“Consuming,” he finished, stealing one more kiss because he couldn’t help himself.
“Incredibly.”
Silence reigned until they caught their breath. Matt disposed of the condom, then paused beside the elegant pedestal that held the coffeemaker. “Want a cup?”
She turned and stared at the clock. “It’s almost midnight? When did that happen? I have to be at work by eight.”
Fuck. He would have sworn it was barely nine when he’d last looked. “That’s a no?”
“I can’t. Come back to bed?” She held out her arms to him.
He hesitated, then backed away. “You need sleep. I have to let you. I can take the loveseat.”
“I won’t sleep without you.”
And he wouldn’t sleep without her. He was starting to wonder if he could breathe without her.
He was trekking a fucking dangerous path.
“Let me take a quick shower. Then I’ll join you.”
Madison looked bereft but nodded.
Shutting the door between them felt horribly wrong. He closed his eyes and wondered what the fuck to do. All these years he’d assumed he was nothing like his father. He had never enjoyed bending a woman to his will. He’d never needed to toy with one, much less own her. He had never felt the need to ensure her every thought was about him. That her heart beat only for him. He’d never understood Dad when the man found a new girlfriend and claimed the “feeling” had hit. He’d merely looked at the man with repugnance. God knows how many women over the years he’d tried to warn away.
Now look at him, questioning who he was and what would happen if he kept this fist-like grip on the beautiful kindergarten teacher in the next room. How long before he destroyed her?
The thoughts haunted him as he showered, soaped up, and dried off.
As he opened the door to the steamy room, Madison lay curled on her side, facing him, waiting and completely bare. By the bedside light, he saw the evidence of his touch all over her body—love bites, whisker burns, faint bruises. She was visibly swollen—lips, nipples, pussy—as she met his stare with heavy lids, looking exhausted…yet still wordlessly pleading for more.
Matt couldn’t resist. Tomorrow-him would worry about the ramifications of giving in tonight.
