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I never should’ve brought her back to the house. It was a mistake because it makes things personal. As I reach for the lamp on my bedside table, I realize that this is the most intimate setting of all.
I told her that first day she showed up here that my bedroom was off-limits, and to my knowledge, she hasn’t been back in here.
Madison has spent the better part of a month making every other room in the house into a cozy livable home. It’s a sanctuary, a place I want to come back to every evening. It isn’t industrial or commercial looking. She has filled the house with comfortable furniture, soft throw pillows, and matching rugs and blankets.
All areas of the house look loved and lived in. My room, on the other hand, looks dismal, just as it did the day I moved in. It’s functional at best, but I can’t ask her to decora—design—a better room for me. It’s too personal. It would make her realize that I want her touches in here as well. I’d end up with more than a week of her disappearing the second I get home. Making that confession would probablyend up with her running for the hills, and that’s the last thing I want.
She needs distance and space, but it’s clear her body still craves mine with the way she leans her head back on my shoulder, exposing her neck to me.
My first instinct tells me to give her everything I have, to make my confessions, to beg her to feel the same way, but it would be done at the risk of losing her.
Instead, I take a step back and run my hand up her back until my fingers are tangled in her wavy blond hair. I close my fist, pulling her head back slightly, but the moan of pleasure I expect isn’t what I get from her.
Her hand immediately covers mine.
“You’re hurting me.”
I’ve never released someone so fast in my life.
I feel like a fool thinking I could use the same tactic I used on Emily when I was challenging her. Madison is so far from that woman, I’m an idiot for even attempting it. Emily was quick to agree to everything I ever suggested in the beginning. It got so boring that I stopped challenging her, and then she took over, offering everything she could think of. At the time, she seemed like the perfect woman, but reality is different for a wild hockey player than it is for a father of two.
“Shit,” I mutter as I release her. “Sorry.”
“Is that what you want?” she whispers, the lamp light casting shadows across her face. “You want it rough?”
I shake my head. “Not unless it’s something you want.”
Her frown deepens, but she shakes her head. I swear I see her chin tremble as if she’s on the verge of tears, and it makes me feel like the biggest asshole who has ever walked the earth.
This woman deserves to be worshipped, so that’s my plan.
I press my palm to her cheek, slowly moving closer to her. The slight lift of her chin is all the go ahead I need.
Her mouth is warm as I press mine there, her tongue soft and somehow better than I remember.
We groan at the same time, my cock thickening with just the way her fingers tangle in my shirt. The distance I swear I needed to create has to come secondary to her needs, and she tells me exactly what that is when she rolls her body against mine.
“I think this is the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen you wear,” I tell her, breaking our kiss and taking a step back. “But I think it’s going to look even better onthe floor.”
Madison reaches for the hem of her dress as she turns around. “Can you get the zipper for me?”
It feels like an offering, a gift she wants me to open, because I know she’s capable. She had to have gotten into the thing on her own.
I reach for the zipper, taking the opportunity provided to press my lips to her shoulder as I lower it. She doesn’t shove it down but rather begins to lift it over her head. I help her, my mouth taking advantage of every inch of flesh I can reach as more of her skin is revealed.
“These fucking satin panties drive me insane,” I confess, a dark part of my mind wondering if she’d have showed them to someone else tonight if I hadn’t approached her at the bar.
That first night, the Tate brothers were sniffing around, but they bolted shortly after I got there. I didn’t see them tonight, but that doesn’t mean they’re the only ones to notice just how strikingly gorgeous Madison is.
“I should’ve learned my lesson that first night,” she whispers.
“Show me,” I demand, knowing exactly what she’s referring to.
I groan as she spins, my eyes locked on the nearly translucent fabric.
“Do you have any idea just how much of a turn-on it is to know how turned on you are?”
“It’s embarrassing. I wish I was better at keeping secrets.”
