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“I’ll die happy.” I raise one hand to her cheek and slide my fingers from her temple to her chin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” The air around us crackles and sizzles. Her breath catches, and I know she feels it too. “I want you, Madison.”
“Maddy.” She whispers breathlessly. “My friends call me, Maddy.”
“Maddy.” I pull her face down so her lips almost touch mine. “I’m going to devour you.”
Eight
Maddy
His lips land on mine, and my world tilts, just the way it did when he kissed me in his office. His lips are hot and demanding. His tongue insists on entry, and I give it to him. It’s soft velvet and heat, and no crevice is left unexplored. I’ve never been kissed like this.
He twists me around so I straddle his lap. I don’t know how he does it with such ease or how he makes me feel so small but I’m far from inconsequential. He makes me feel important—necessary.
I pull my lips from his. “I don’t understand this.”
His thumbs are threaded through my belt loops and his fingers are splayed across my ass. He grips and pulls me down into his erection. “I want you, Maddy. I’d trade my next breath for a taste of you.”
An uncontrollable shudder runs through my body causing me to quiver on top of him. My nipples ache. They’re so hard I fear they’ll bust through the soft cotton of my shirt. He sees my discomfort and raises a hand from my hip to my breast and brushes his thumb over the rock hard pebble.
Sounds I’ve never heard before come from my mouth. Soft whimpers and moans that float through the air like cries of desperation.
“Tell me you want me.”
His hot lips are on my covered nipple and the heat almost burns me. Oh holy hell. I can’t even talk, I’m so turned on.
“Tell me, Maddy, I need to hear the words.”
“I want you.” I don’t have to think about the words. My body knows the answer. “I do want you.” The impact of that statement stills me. I’ve just committed to lose my virginity to a man I’ve known for a day. A man who agitates me in every way possible, but somehow makes me feel I have more worth than my bank account.
He wraps his hand around my mine and pulls my palm to the bulge in his jeans. I pull in a sharp breath. He’s enormous. Not that I have much to compare to. I’ve seen one in person, and that wasn’t nearly as impressive. Fear races through me.
“Feel how much I want you. It’s gone past want, Maddy. It’s need. I need you.”
I’ve never heard those words. I’ve heard ‘I need your support, I need your time, I need your money’ but to need me as a person is a different experience completely. I don’t understand that kind of need. “Why me?” It’s a question I keep asking because it’s one he doesn’t answer. “I’ve seen you with movie stars, models, and moguls. I’m not like them. Why me?”
He slides me from his lap and lays me down on the butter-soft, yellow, leather couch. He drapes my legs over his lap. His erection hops and jolts under my calf.
He leans forward and pops the cork from the bottle and pours two glasses of wine.
I shimmy back until I lean against the arm and take a glass from him. I’m not much of a drinker, but I take a long, thorough taste of the dry white wine and hope it numbs my insecurities.
Ripley turns toward me and unlaces my boots. One after the other, they drop to the floor. “Why you?”
He runs his fingers up the leg of my jeans and rubs my calves.
Thank God I shaved.
r /> “Yes, why me? If you can explain that to me, I’ll never ask again.”
He picks up his glass of wine and stares at the painting. “That painting is titled, 'Surprises', and if you look closely at it, there are a few. In all that beautiful noise there’s a bird, a flower, a question mark, a woman’s face, a man’s smile, and probably so much more that I don’t see. You’re like that painting, Maddy. You ask why?” He sips at his wine and continues to massage my calf. “It’s because you’re not like any of the others. You’re a surprise.”
“You had me at painting.” I sit up and remove the glass from his hand. “Now kiss me before I wake up and realize it’s a dream.” I’m generally not so bold, but Ripley Stark told me I’m a surprise, so why not be one to myself as well?
Our mouths come together like two hungry people. He promises to devour me, so the perfect place to start is my lips. Then he moves to my neck where he nibbles and nips. Just when I think I can’t stand the excitement of his tongue near my ear, he pulls my cotton T-shirt from my jeans and pulls it over my head. He leans back and stares at me. The white lacy bra cuts against my hard nipples like shards of glass. With a deft touch, the hook is released and my boobs fall into his hands. He cups them and lifts them as if weighing them. “Perfect.” His thumb brushes over the rosy pebbles, and I nearly come undone. My body is humming with pleasure. I feel like I’m floating and my only tether is this man’s tongue on my nipple. “Feel good, sweetheart?” He pulls one bud into his mouth and sucks while his hand rolls and pinches the other. I’ve never had so much stimulation.
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He pulls back until my nipple pops from his mouth, and the cold air hits it painfully. “Never.”
