Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“This isn’t the act I fantasized about while I waited for you,” she managed, her breath choppy. “But I think it might be from now on.”
Madden razed his two-day beard against the insides of her thighs, kissing the sensitive skin, meeting Eve’s gaze up the heaving length of her body while he pressed his middle finger inside her and held it deep. “What did you fantasize about?” He tugged out his middle finger and added a second, growling when her walls clenched around the digit, her thighs attempting to jerk closed. “Fucking?”
“Yes.”
“You dreamed about getting it rough from me, didn’t you?”
Oh wow. Wow. She could feel herself getting soaked around his exploring fingers. Eve nodded vigorously. “I don’t think I was ready for soft. Not in bed or out. From anyone.”
“And now?”
“I’m ready for anything with you now.”
Emotion crowded into his eyes as they drifted briefly to her scar, then back to her face. “You saved up all your vows for a night where I’m barely holding it together.”
Her nature caused her to push even more. “Did I mention I’m in love with you?”
Madden buried his mouth against her flesh with a moan, his tongue finding her clit, oh god, oh god, finally, but the firm, wet drag of his tongue was nothing like she expected. It was better. So much better. Because she could feel him communicating to her without words, could feel his need to impress upon her how much he cherished her love, her body, her taste. And she welcomed the fingers moving inside her with ownership, because she was safe in this man’s care. Eve trusted him with her body and her soul. She handed over both at the same time—and he took. Greedily. Filthily. Using his tongue on that source of pleasure, batting it with the tip of his tongue, before sinking in and lapping her roughly.
“Madden,” she gasped, her knees starting to tremble.
He grunted in response, as if to confirm he already knew. Already knew she was on the verge of an orgasm and he wanted to experience all of it as closely as possible, his catcher’s hands scooping under her bottom and lifting her for his hungry mouth, giving her nowhere to go but up into the clouds.
“God, oh my god,” she screamed through her teeth, her intimate muscles quickening and releasing, followed by rhythmic spasms that forced her to stop breathing, because she couldn’t physically accomplish both things at once and one was so much better than the other. Orgasms over breathing any day. “I’m . . . I can’t breathe. I can’t . . .”
“Breathe, love,” Madden was saying into her neck, his teeth raking upward from her shoulder to the skin beneath her ear. “Catch your breath so I can fuck you.” His forehead rolled across hers, leaving sweat behind. “I really need to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, his mouth. “I’m ready.”
Madden’s hand moved out of sight, the sound of his belt buckle distant in the pounding of music on the other side of the wall. And then with his mouth on top of hers, he entered her in a swift thrust, pinning her to the edge of the couch, her thighs wide open to accept him, along with her heart. “Damn,” he bit off, his eyelids at half-mast. “I’m never going to get used to how perfect you feel around my cock, Eve. And those thighs are always so restless. Antsy. Excited for me to ride what’s between them. Is that right?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, arching her back to show off her breasts, wanting him to look. Wanting to show him everything, every part of her body. Look. Look at what’s yours.
“Gentle,” he said, his teeth clamping lightly to her jaw, a mere angling of his hips causing her to sob his name. “You said you’re ready for gentle with me.”
“It doesn’t have to be now,” she gasp-laughed. “Maybe tomorrow.”
One corner of his mouth ticked up. “Ah, but you told me you love me tonight,” he said, beginning a slow pump inside her. Slow. Slow. Slow. “A man ought to make love to his wife on an occasion like this one.” He wrapped his arms around her in a protective embrace and looked her in the eye while he rolled his hips. “Even if we are on the couch in the back of a club with hundreds of people wondering what we’re doing in here.”
“That’s kind of our style, right?”
“Aye, it is. Proud of it.” He bent her backward on the couch, her body partially on the cushions, her shoulders curved against the backrest while their mouths met and took hungrily, his hips keeping up their slow, measured assault, her legs shamelessly wide for her husband, wanting to feel every inch of that hot pressure he pushed inside her, every grind of his testicles against her backside when he couldn’t go any farther, his growl catching against her lips. That shudder that dashed through his muscles. “You were so fucking sexy out there,” he rasped, watching her breasts jiggle between them. “In your little see-through bra.”