One Night with Sole Regret 02 Tempt Me (12 page)

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 hips to keep
her close. He wanted to devour her ass whole. Those silky, purple
panties were in his way. He caught the top of her undergarment in
his thumbs and eased the scrap of lavender satin down. He left her
panties at the top of her thighs while he kissed and suckled and
squeezed the cheeks of her ass. He avoided pleasing her asshole,
knowing withholding what she most desired would make her want him.
He loved that it took so little to make her beg.

“
Adam,” she said
breathlessly. “Have you ever gone to one of those sex clubs Owen
was talking about?”

What? How could she be thinking about
what Owen had said in the limo at a time like this? He paused,
wondering what he should do next to excite her. Making out with her
ass obviously wasn’t doing what he’d intended. “Do you want me to
lie?”

“
No, don’t lie. No need to
spare my feelings. I know you sleep around. I just wondered if
going to them is fun.”

He could tell that she still didn’t
trust him. How could he prove that he wasn’t interested in anyone
but her? “I’m not going to sleep around anymore,
Madison.”

“
I know. I didn’t mean now.
I meant before. Have you been to a lot of sex clubs? How do you
even find one? They’re not in the phone book, are they?”

Adam’s heart kicked in his chest. He’d
been to plenty of sex clubs, and they weren’t the kind of places
his sweet Madison should explore on her own. “You aren't thinking
of going to one, are you?”

She shrugged. “I’m just curious. What
do you do there?”

“
Depends.” He pressed a
hand against her back and urged her to bend forward. He drew his
tongue through her juicy lips, glad to know she was turned on, even
though she insisted on talking. He wondered how she’d respond to
being gagged.

“
What’s your favorite thing
to do at them?” she asked.

She obviously wasn’t going to let this
rest. “Perform.”

“
Perform?” She went utterly
still. “What do you mean?”

He sat back on his heels and sighed.
“If I explain it, it’s going to make me want to go to one. Are you
prepared to come with me?”

“
I always come with you,”
she teased. “Usually more than once.”

Grinning, he landed a playful swat on
her butt. “I’ll tell you,” he said, “but only after you tell me
your dirtiest fantasy.” If they were going to talk during sex, it
had to be dirty talk. When his cock was hard, his brain didn’t
function well enough for more sophisticated
conversation.

“
Never mind,” she said, her
face suddenly beet red. Her head swiveled to face away from
him.

He grinned. Now he had the challenge
of wringing a dirty fantasy from her reluctant lips. He did enjoy a
challenge. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he reached up and
rubbed her back opening with two fingers. “I’ll bet it involves
this insatiable hole.”

Her ass tightened, and she groaned.
“Yes.”

“
What am I doing to it,
Madison? Am I licking it? You liked that, didn’t you?”

“
Yes, but that’s not my
fantasy.”

“
Tell me what it is, and
I’ll make it a reality.”

“
I’ll tell you, but don’t
be mad,” she pleaded.

“
Why would I be mad? I love
to give you pleasure.”

“
I . . . ” She swallowed and covered both
eyes with her hands. “I fantasize about having two cocks fucking me
at once.”

Two
cocks? But he didn’t
have
two cocks. How was he supposed
to . . . 

He stared at her ass in astonishment,
trying to come to terms with the fact that his woman wanted to be
fucked by two men. After a moment, she lowered her hands and peered
over her shoulder at him.

“
Um, let me explain,” she
said in a tremulous voice. “When you're fucking my ass, I want you
in my pussy. And when you're in my pussy, I want you pounding my
ass.”

He didn’t blink or meet her
eyes.
His
woman
wanted to be fucked by two men. To be double penetrated.

She pressed on. “So I thought maybe if
I had both holes filled at once . . . ” She
shuddered and creamed instantly, so turned on by thoughts of
someone else fucking her that cum flowed from her sex and wet the
insides of her thighs.

He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t
enough.

“
Forget I said that,” she
said.

He took a deep gasping breath. “Are
you serious?” he sputtered, still struggling to wrap his head
around the idea. And there was no way in hell he’d ever let another
man touch her, even if that fantasy did make her pussy swell and
seep cum as if he’d been sucking on her clit for an
hour.

“
Forget I said that,” she
repeated.

“
I’m glad you told me, but
sweetheart, if another man touched you, I'd have to break his face.
And his nuts. Both arms. All of his fingers. His fucking
neck.”

Her brow twisted with confusion. “What
are you talking about?”

“
I want to make your
fantasies a reality, baby. But I'm not sure I can handle giving you
that one. Let me think about it. Maybe Owen
would . . . ”

“
Owen? Wait.” Her eyes
widened and her hands flew up to cover her gaping mouth. “You
didn’t think I wanted two
real
cocks at once, did you?”

Isn’t that what she had
said?

“
Oh God, no. Adam, I can’t
even think about being with another man.”

Adam almost dissolved into a puddle of
relief on the floor.

“
I wondered if
you’d . . . ” She covered her mouth with one
hand so that he barely heard her request.
“ . . . wear a strap-on for me.”

Fuck, he’d wear three strap-ons if it
turned her on.

She shook her head as if horrified by
her own words. “Forget I said that,” she said. “Maybe a butt plug
will be enough.”

He laughed—not at her, but in
relief—and stood from his kneeling position. He drew her body
against his length. “You've become so much more open since we first
met. I doubt you even knew what a butt plug was and now you're
talking about using them. And a strap-on? Where did that come from,
Madi?”

“
I saw one in the catalog
when I ordered my eight-inch dildo.” Her face reddened to a deeper
shade. “Oh God. I can’t believe I told you that.”

Damn, if she kept looking all sweet
and flustered while she said such naughty things, he was going to
bust the zipper right out of his pants.

“
Have you tried it on
yourself when you masturbate?” he asked. “One toy up your pussy and
another up your ass?”

She shook her head and, unable to meet
his eyes, talked to the loop of chain at the base of his neck.
“I’ve thought about doing it, but . . . I like
trying things for the first time with you.”

He crushed her against his chest and
kissed her forehead. “Baby, I wish I had something with me to give
you what you want, but I don’t.”

“
That’s okay. I shouldn’t
have—”

He squeezed her tighter. “Yes, you
should have. I’m glad you can tell me your fantasies.” And as far
as fantasies went, that one wasn’t too extreme. He could give her
that one. Letting another man touch her? Not happening.

“
You've made me naughty,
Adam Taylor.”

He chuckled, his heart warming in his
chest. “You're going to blame this on me?”

She nodded. “It’s your fault I’m so
horny all the time.”

He had no problem taking the blame for
that.

“
You should take
responsibility for making me like this.”

“
Hmm.” He glanced
reflectively at the ceiling. “I thought we’d already established
that I’m irresponsible.”

“
You have to start
somewhere.”

“
You’re right. Okay, I take
complete responsibility for your horniness and your
naughtiness.”

She snuggled into his chest. “And what
are you going to do about it?”

“
When we see each other
next week, I’ll bring you a surprise,” he said. “You’re going to
find out what being fucked with two cocks feels like.”

She tugged away, her eyes lighting up
with excitement. She gave him a quick squeeze. “Oh, I love you.”
Her breath caught and she covered her mouth in horror. “I didn’t
mean to say that.”

His heart, which had been about to
burst with happiness half a second before, twisted in his chest.
“You didn’t?”

She shook her head. But he
had hope. Because she hadn’t said she didn’t
mean
those three amazing words. Just
that she hadn’t meant to
say
them.

“
That’s too bad,” he said.
“I’ve been trying to say that to you all night.”

She stared at him—eyes wide, mouth
agape. “W-what?”

“
Madison.” He cupped her
face with one hand and stared down into her wide, blue eyes.
Say it, asshole. Just say it.
He swallowed. “Madison?” His voice cracked. He took a deep
shaky breath. “Madison, I love you.”

Tears flooded her eyes, and she
squeezed them shut. What? What did that mean? Oh God, if she dumped
him after he’d found the balls to tell her he loved her, it would
kill him.

This much happiness couldn’t be right.
Joy flowed through Madison from head to toe. “Oh, Adam, I love you
so much!”