B R E N

Madie dropped her underwear to the floor, and that pretty much cemented my plans for the next half hour. So help me god if her parents tried to interrupt somehow. She asked what I would have done that night if I could have; I wasn't about to rush the answer to that question.

I stalked to the bedroom door, making sure it was closed. And locked.

Walking back toward the bed, I noticed that Madie was pulling her hand back up her body. I halted that shit with a brief touch on her wrist. "Don't stop touching yourself, baby."

Because fuck, it turned me on. And I thought about her doing it far too often.

Madie smirked, blinking up at me as she slowly slipped her two fingers back between her thighs, opening her legs even wider. I trailed my own hand up her body, tangling my fingers in her hair, brushing along her neck and her jaw as we held each other with our eyes.

I forced myself to let go. I strode past her, trying not to groan. Because I definitely peeked—stared—at the way she was caressing her wet self on my way to the sliding balcony door. It had been cracked to let the cool breeze in, and I slammed it shut. Madie followed me with her gaze, a questioning look on her face. "The windows are open downstairs," I explained. Her parents didn't need to hear her moaning my name. Although the football game on TV was blaring, and I doubted that would be a problem.

My towel began to slip out of the knot around my waist, and I grabbed at it, holding the fabric up as I stopped by the bedside table to snatch a condom from the drawer.

Throwing it on the bed next to Madie, I watched as her eyes flicked from the little package to me. I raised a brow, enjoying how she bit down on her lip and let it grate against her teeth at seeing what I'd grabbed. If I wasn't already hard as a rock, the look she gave me would have done the trick. She was caressing every inch of skin on my body with that look.

I sigh, and it was ragged. I tried to ignore the fact that there was a slight shake in that sigh. In my whole body, if I was honest. "Madie...you've gotta know I've thought about this probably a million times. And with exquisite detail."

Madie's only reply was a little whimper that slipped through her lips. God, she was so amazingly gorgeous.

And so I told her that.

"If I could have done what I wanted that night," I murmured, lowering onto my knees in front of her parted legs. "I would have started by coming up to you like this and telling you how goddamn beautiful you are."

My fingers circled around her ankles as I nudged her open even wider for me. Then I inched my hands up her legs, reveling in the feel of that smooth skin on mine. Somehow I was able to drag my gaze away from her fingers and how they continued to nudge into her opening, because I also needed to see her face. It was such a stunning face—with those peachy lips, an occasional teasing freckle, and all that bashful blushing that did nothing to hide the unapologetic flare in her eyes as she watched me.

"Then," I went on, brushing my lips up the path my hand had just traveled on her leg. "I would have told you that you deserve the world, and I would have begged you to let me be the guy who gives it to you."

A little bit of awe slipped into Madie's expression.

"Bren..." she murmured my name. Or maybe it was a sigh. I wasn't sure, but I loved it.

I loved her.

And for the past twenty-four hours since that realization hit, I've been dying to sequester her away. I longed to show her just how much I loved her, and I wanted to do it in as many ways as possible. But this, right now, was a start.

My hands drifted down her inner thighs until they reached her center. Grasping her wrist, I gently pulled her hand away, her fingers slowly slipping out of her. And shit, watching that was doing things to me. This girl was doing things to me—had been for a long time.

I barely recognized my gruff voice when I spoke again. "And then I would have told you that I was gonna make you come way harder than he ever has."

I didn't take my eyes off of Madie's as I brought her hand to my mouth and wrapped my lips around her fingers, sucking them. Blue eyes widened as the taste of her exploded on my tongue. She gasped, and it was sharp and hot and distinctly her. I moaned, both because she tasted fucking amazing and because I wanted her to feel that vibration all the way up her arm. It seemed to work. Her eyes rolled back a bit. A shiver ran through her. I felt it.

I sucked her fingers in further before spending a luxuriating moment sliding her hand back, so they fell out of my mouth one at a time.

And then I remembered that we didn't have all the time in the fucking world, and I grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed.

I tried to clear the gravel from my throat before saying, "I've been dying to get you in my mouth, Madie." Her breath quickened as I lowered my head between her legs.

And then I licked her, my tongue diving into her wetness like I'd longed to do ever since I saw her splayed out, glistening before me. Madie fell back onto the bed with a groan. A groan that sounded an awful lot like my name.

But I was too adrift in her, in her taste, in the slick feeling of her clit against my tongue. And each swiping pass between her legs was bringing both of us closer to the brink. Madie writhed on the bed, her nipples rubbing against that white shirt of hers as she arched her back and shoved her sex into me harder.

I loved every part of Madie. But Madie in bed was something else, and I didn't think I'd ever get enough of it. Insatiable girl. My girl.

I slipped two fingers inside her, and she made a noise that was far too loud for the visitors downstairs. I pulled away, gazing upward. She whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Quiet, baby."

There was a throw pillow on the floor—one of those fucking pointless things that people put on their beds but didn't actually use—and I picked it up and threw it at her as I thrust my fingers deeper. She caught the pillow, pressing her mouth into it as her eyes rolled all the way back.

I smirked against her clit before continuing to fondle her with my tongue. Slipping my free hand beneath her ass, I gave it a squeeze. I'd been dying to do that since I had to walk behind her on the beach, answering her dad's stupid questions while trying not to check out his daughter. And failing, because I couldn't resist Madie. I spent most of the morning walk thinking of all the things I was going to do as soon as her parents left.

And this was one of them.

We were just a little ahead of schedule.

Finding that little nub, I sucked on it, and Madie's hips jerked upward. She began to tighten—everywhere. And the tighter she got, the more desperate I became for her release. I wanted to feel that quiver against my lips. I wanted her to come in my mouth so badly.

And then she did, and it was...there were just no fucking words.

Pulling away, I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Madie was panting on the bed, fire in her eyes as she watched me. Without much ceremony, I flicked my fingers into the knot of my towel and let it drop to the floor.

I couldn't help but laugh as her gaze immediately dropped. She continued to eyeball me as I made quick work of rolling the condom over my erection, which was aching in a way I'd never experienced before. I needed to be inside her now, but fuck, I wish I had more hands. She was still wearing that shirt, and I wanted her bare when I slammed into her.

But Madie read my mind, tossing the shirt over her head. I wasn't surprised, not with how I'd been staring at the faint outline of her nipples; she must have noticed. But now I got to see everything, and even though I'd seen it all before, she still floored me with how perfect she was.

"You're beautiful, baby," I told her, and the rosy flush on her cheeks grew. Her hair spread across the white sheets in ribbons of color. Blue eyes sparkled in a mix of sated bliss and anticipation. "You trust me?"

She nodded, lips curving.

Lifting her hips with a light grip, I angled her off the bed and aligned myself with her entrance. I nudged in, raising my brows at her—just to check again. This was different than the first time we'd been together.

"Yes, Bren," she breathed. "Plea—"

She didn't get to finish her word because I thrust my way inside her tight-ass body. Oh god, that was never going to get old. That very first sensation of being completely wrapped in Madie, the pulse of my dick matching the pulse of her core, it was all so goddamn incredible.

Being one never felt so good.

But I didn't waste any time before I began plunging as deep as I could fucking go. I wanted her to feel everything. Just like that night, but more. Because she was mine now.

And the view I had of all that was mine was beyond perfection. Every rock of my hips against hers made her whole body vibrate, hum in appreciation, and the way her breasts were bouncing was going to put me over the edge any freaking minute.

I fixed my eyes on her face instead—because that was truly the best part of her—and I soaked in every tiny pleasure-filled expression that flitted across her features.

At that moment, everything was Madie. The feel of her—fucking hell, the feel of her—the way she looked, the way she sounded with those suppressed little pants, and the way she tasted—

"Madie," I groaned, trying to keep my voice low. "I can still taste you. And oh god, it's so good."

I broke off after that, not trusting my mouth to stay open any longer. Keeping quiet would have been too hard otherwise. She was the same, biting her lip to keep from saying anything, from crying out.

It wasn't hard to spot the orgasm rising on her face. I already knew that look, and it was exquisite. I dropped her down on the bed, covering her with my body so I could kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in sync with the way I was pushing into her body. She grabbed at my neck and let her cries flood into me as she came, clenching and twitching beneath me. I hadn't wanted her to have to hold it in any longer.

And then I gave myself permission to do the same, exploding as I rocked against her long and slow until our combined shaking ceased.

Worried that I was crushing her, I rolled us onto our sides. But I was quick to wrap my arm around her, hoping to keep her close, not wanting to slip out of her just yet. I wasn't ready.

As she was cradled there in my arms, I kissed her, really kissed her. It was how I'd wanted to kiss her ever since she stood down in the kitchen and thanked me for saving her life. And it was all so ironic because I could swear that before I met Madie, I was only half alive inside. And now I was burning with wholeness.

Tongues twisting, hot breath, lips colliding in a fury—you wouldn't think we'd just come down from a high. But fuck, there was no coming down with her. It was everything, all the time.

I forced myself to slow down, cupping Madie's face, and brushing my lips gently against hers.

"Not touching you that night was nearly impossible, Madie," I murmured. "I dreamed that one day I would get to hold you for real."

She tangled her hands in my hair. "I dreamed of that, too, but there was a part of me that was scared."

I nodded. "I know. That's why I never could have done what I just did."

"I'm not scared anymore, Bren."

A wide smile spread onto my face. "I know that, too."

I kissed the tip of her nose. Regretfully, I pulled away from her, sliding out of her body. I had to lift her leg a bit, untangling us, and noticed that a slight quivering was left running through her limbs.

I stood, my movements brisk as I walked to the bathroom, twisted the faucet on the tub, and let hot water stream into the marble basin. I tossed the condom in the trash before striding back to Madie and scooping her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"I don't think I trust you to stand in the shower right now," I grumbled, trying to speak through the mass of hair that ended up in my face. Surprisingly, Madie didn't argue with me. She sank down into the bathtub, sighing as the water embraced her.

I left her to soak while I dressed for Thanksgiving dinner, thinking that it was pretty obvious what I was grateful for this year.

Madie took her time getting ready. I waited on the balcony, not really willing to go downstairs without her. It made for a good time to call Caroline. I'd already apologized a few times that I wasn't going to make it to her place for the holiday, but she said that she hadn't really been expecting it since I was in LA. But it was still good to talk to her, being that she was the only family I really had.

My dad's brothers were just as much of deadbeat assholes as him, and my mom had been an only child. My grandparents were dead. There wasn't anyone else.

But I didn't really care about that much anymore.

At the moment, all I really cared about was getting through Thanksgiving dinner without something going horribly wrong with Madie's parents. But, to my shock, dinner went fine. Madie's mom was considerably more subdued than she had been before. Perhaps the cooking had taken it out of her. Madie's dad was more focused on the food than talking, and Madie—well, Madie continued to have no mercy on me.

She wore a dress that was hauntingly similar to the one she'd worn when we'd gone out on our date. Except this dress was a deep mauve that brought out the red tint in her hair and cheeks. She was flushed, as she should be after our afternoon.

I sat next to her, toying with the hem of her dress beneath the table and studying that glowing hue as it spread. Her parents probably noticed, but then again, maybe not. They weren't very good at paying attention to their daughter. Either way, I didn't think Madie or I cared anymore if they saw something that was clearly there.

Sleeping next to her tonight was going to be just as impossible as last night. I wanted her again. But that could wait. It would have to.

Instead, that evening—after the turkey and the pie and the football and the first Christmas movie of the season and all that other fake shit—I simply wrapped Madie in my arms and said my thanks that I also had something that was so goddamn real.

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Aaaaaand another dirty scene is safely out of my head and onto paper. So to speak.
Thanks so much for your continued support!
I hope you have a great weekend!
xoxo amelie