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“Name your terms,” she says, her sexy, slender throat working on a swallow as if it took a lot of confidence to say the words.
I honestly thought I’d have to fight to get her into my bed. Despite her being amenable to there being something more so quickly, it also makes me want to press the brakes.
There’s an uncertainty in her eyes, and I know if I tell her never mind, I’ll never get another chance.
I blame the need simmering low in my gut for what happens next, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t me falling right back into old habits. Giving in to those physical needs has landed me in hot water before. Although it’s the only thing my mind can focus on, I know I don’t have the best track record in these areas. My current custody battle and impending divorce are evidence enough to prove it.
“How about a different sort of contract,” I tell her.
She chews on the inside corner of her lip, but she doesn’t speak. She’s leaving this a hundred percent up to me, despite providing the opportunity. Her willingness to hear me out isn’t her agreement to participate. It’s my own hope that’s making me misread the situation.
“I want to fuck you,” I tell her.
She doesn’t pull completely from my arms, and she doesn’t lift her hand and slap me in the face. Honestly, with as volatile as she can sometimes be, I’m going to count that as a win.
“Sex?” she clarifies. “That’s what you want?”
My heart races, the beat of it so hard that it’s no longer in time with the beat of the drums echoing around us from the band on stage.
I realize, we’ve stopped dancing. We’re simply standing in the middle of the room, with others moving around us.
“Nothing serious,” I say. “I think we both have this itch that needs to be scratched, and—”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
She shrugs, more nonchalance in the movement than I’d like, but I’m no fool. I grip her hand in mine and make a beeline for the door.
I don’t stop to close out our tabs, but Walker knows we’re good for it. I don’t bother to lift a hand when Chandler calls my name on the way out of the bar.
I feel like my luck is changing when I open the passenger side door of the SUV and step out of the way so Madison can climb inside.
I swear I get a little drunk watching the backs of her thighs and the way the hem of her dress flirts with the skin there.
“Are you sure this is—”
Her words fall away when I step in closer. Instead of spinning around and putting her feet on the floorboard, her legs fall open slightly to accommodate my size when I press closer to her.
The brush of her hand down my neck as her eyes stay locked on my lips is a little more intimate than I should probably be feeling in a parking lot, but I’m not in any position to question my luck right now.
Our lips meet, the warmth of hers not as familiar as they should be considering how much time I’ve spent thinking about that kiss in the hotel lobby back in Detroit. With as much as it’s been on my mind in the last couple of weeks, it should feel like coming home.
There’s nothing routine about the zing of energy that coats my skin, raising the hairs on the back of my neck when her fingers brush against me there.
It’s brand new and electric, the slide of her tongue against mine. As indifferent to my offer as I thought she was minutes ago in the bar, the low hum of approval tells a different story.
Her legs widen even further, and since I’m no idiot, I close that space too, pushing myself against the cradle of her body. The heat rolling off of her is addictive.
The sounds rumbling around in her chest as I wrap my arms around her is something I know I’ll hear for eternity in my deepest fantasies. They’re unmatched to anything I can pull from prior experiences.
It should be a red flag, a caution I should listen to, but there’s no way to pump the brakesnow.
I press against her harder, loving the gasp that filters between us. I’m so ready, I could take her now. In seconds, I could be inside of her.
Leaning her back further, I wrap one arm around her to keep the center console of the SUV from digging into her back as I climb up on the side rail of the vehicle.
Before I can run my palm all the way down her leg to her knee, she’s lifting it higher, giving me more access to roll my hips once again.
