for Madison. It was
more than gratitude for saving his life and his career and his
sanity, he loved her. Not for things she’d done for him or the
things she continued to do for him, but because she was his heart.
He’d been missing that fragile organ for so long that he hadn’t
realized it was gone until she’d filled the hole inside his chest.
And now whenever she so much as hinted at taking his heart away
again, he couldn’t tolerate the pain. It clawed at him, deep within
his chest, threatening to leave him the shell of a man he’d been
before he’d met her.
So why couldn’t he just say
the words? I love you, Madison.
Because maybe she wouldn’t say them
back.
A second more vigorous
knock rattled the door. “Yo, Adam!” someone called from the hall.
“Before you get too naked, I've got your stuff out here.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to
tell her. So far their night together hadn’t been the romantic
rendezvous he’d envisioned. Life kept kicking him in the
nuts.
Adam pecked Madison on the lips and
climbed from the sofa. He yanked open the door and grabbed his bags
from Jordan, who was usually in charge of the beer. Knowing Jordan
was one of their more incompetent crew members, Adam glanced down
to make sure the bag he’d delivered was the right one.
“Thanks.”
Jordan beamed and opened
his mouth to speak, but Adam closed the door in his face before the
guy could get a word out. Didn’t these people understand that he
wanted to be alone with his woman? Fuck, did he have to hang a sign
on the door or what? He tossed his bag on the floor and took a step
in Madison’s direction, before he realized a sign on the door
was exactly what
he needed. Clutching the do not
disturb sign as if it were a golden ticket,
he opened the door and hung it outside. Jordan was still standing
there, looking more befuddled than usual. He opened his mouth to
speak again, and Adam pointed at the sign before slamming the door
in Jordan’s face a second time. Adam locked the deadbolt and turned
toward the living area of the room. Madison lay sprawled on the
sofa, one booted foot on the floor, one resting on the sofa arm,
and her skirt hiked up just high enough to show the juncture
between her thighs. Those panties needed to go.
So he couldn’t tell her his feelings,
and he couldn’t erase her disappointment in him, but he could give
her pleasure. He knew that for certain. He crossed the room and
paused at the end of the sofa, admiring her disheveled appearance
and committing it to memory.
“ What were you going to say
before you were interrupted?” she asked.
His heart slammed into his ribcage.
“Um, why are you still in your dress?”
And why was he such a coward when it
came to this woman? What was the worst she could do if he confessed
his feelings? Okay, he didn’t even want to contemplate
possibilities.
Madison offered him a sexy grin and
rose from the sofa. She slid her mass of dirty-blond hair over one
shoulder and presented her back to him. “Unzip me?”
When his fingers brushed the skin
along her spine, her soft, pliable flesh warmed beneath his
fingertips. At last, she was allowing him to be gentle with her.
Heart full to bursting, Adam pressed his lips to the nape of her
neck and kissed a trail down the center of her back as he slowly
lowered the zipper of her dress. Her throaty moan grabbed him by
the balls and made his cock rise inside his jeans. Lower and lower
he went—tasting and sucking the sweet skin down the length of her
back—until he ran out of zipper and was on his knees behind
her.
He released her dress and it dropped,
pooling around her feet. She took a step forward. Her luscious ass
entered his view, and he couldn’t keep his hands off it. He cupped
her bottom in both palms and squeezed. He then leaned forward to
brush his lips against the smooth skin just above the elastic of
her panties.
When she took another step, he
murmured a protest and slid his hands forward over her
more than gratitude for saving his life and his career and his
sanity, he loved her. Not for things she’d done for him or the
things she continued to do for him, but because she was his heart.
He’d been missing that fragile organ for so long that he hadn’t
realized it was gone until she’d filled the hole inside his chest.
And now whenever she so much as hinted at taking his heart away
again, he couldn’t tolerate the pain. It clawed at him, deep within
his chest, threatening to leave him the shell of a man he’d been
before he’d met her.
So why couldn’t he just say
the words? I love you, Madison.
Because maybe she wouldn’t say them
back.
A second more vigorous
knock rattled the door. “Yo, Adam!” someone called from the hall.
“Before you get too naked, I've got your stuff out here.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to
tell her. So far their night together hadn’t been the romantic
rendezvous he’d envisioned. Life kept kicking him in the
nuts.
Adam pecked Madison on the lips and
climbed from the sofa. He yanked open the door and grabbed his bags
from Jordan, who was usually in charge of the beer. Knowing Jordan
was one of their more incompetent crew members, Adam glanced down
to make sure the bag he’d delivered was the right one.
“Thanks.”
Jordan beamed and opened
his mouth to speak, but Adam closed the door in his face before the
guy could get a word out. Didn’t these people understand that he
wanted to be alone with his woman? Fuck, did he have to hang a sign
on the door or what? He tossed his bag on the floor and took a step
in Madison’s direction, before he realized a sign on the door
was exactly what
he needed. Clutching the do not
disturb sign as if it were a golden ticket,
he opened the door and hung it outside. Jordan was still standing
there, looking more befuddled than usual. He opened his mouth to
speak again, and Adam pointed at the sign before slamming the door
in Jordan’s face a second time. Adam locked the deadbolt and turned
toward the living area of the room. Madison lay sprawled on the
sofa, one booted foot on the floor, one resting on the sofa arm,
and her skirt hiked up just high enough to show the juncture
between her thighs. Those panties needed to go.
So he couldn’t tell her his feelings,
and he couldn’t erase her disappointment in him, but he could give
her pleasure. He knew that for certain. He crossed the room and
paused at the end of the sofa, admiring her disheveled appearance
and committing it to memory.
“ What were you going to say
before you were interrupted?” she asked.
His heart slammed into his ribcage.
“Um, why are you still in your dress?”
And why was he such a coward when it
came to this woman? What was the worst she could do if he confessed
his feelings? Okay, he didn’t even want to contemplate
possibilities.
Madison offered him a sexy grin and
rose from the sofa. She slid her mass of dirty-blond hair over one
shoulder and presented her back to him. “Unzip me?”
When his fingers brushed the skin
along her spine, her soft, pliable flesh warmed beneath his
fingertips. At last, she was allowing him to be gentle with her.
Heart full to bursting, Adam pressed his lips to the nape of her
neck and kissed a trail down the center of her back as he slowly
lowered the zipper of her dress. Her throaty moan grabbed him by
the balls and made his cock rise inside his jeans. Lower and lower
he went—tasting and sucking the sweet skin down the length of her
back—until he ran out of zipper and was on his knees behind
her.
He released her dress and it dropped,
pooling around her feet. She took a step forward. Her luscious ass
entered his view, and he couldn’t keep his hands off it. He cupped
her bottom in both palms and squeezed. He then leaned forward to
brush his lips against the smooth skin just above the elastic of
her panties.
When she took another step, he
murmured a protest and slid his hands forward over her
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