I was obsessed with Madie's face.

Well, I was obsessed with everything about her, but that was irrelevant.

For the first time tonight, I could see her entire face. And god, I had missed it. I'd missed her.

Her strawberry-blond hair tumbled over bare shoulders, her blue eyes glazed with satisfaction, and her smile was...well, also satisfied.

Fuck, she came so hard. That scream. Oh god, that scream. Not to mention the aggressive tightening of her body around mine.

I couldn't help but groan. Neither one of us would forget that orgasm any time soon. A brazen smile spread across Madie's face, and I wondered if she was thinking about the same thing.

Hovering over her, I appreciated the sight. My fingers tangled with hers, pushing them into the pillows on either side of her head. Madie was finally naked and splayed out for me, and I was in heaven. Or hell. Because even though Madie was my good girl, she'd been anything but an angel tonight.

Shit, especially in that coat closet.

Madie arched beneath me. Her breasts brushed across my bare chest, making me shiver, and I let my dick graze the wetness between her legs. She squirmed a little bit under my hands.

As she fought against me, I raised a brow in a silent question.

"I love you, Bren," she moaned in response, but that wasn't quite what I wanted to hear. Well, I wanted to hear that. I always wanted to hear that. But I needed a different answer.

She wiggled beneath me again.

"I love you, too. This doesn't bother you, does it?" I asked, flicking my eyes to where I was holding her down. I'd asked her before. But that was then, and this was now.

Madie shook her head. "Not with you, Bren. The only thing that's bothering me right now is..." She trailed off, letting her hips do the talking instead. They lifted against mine, and my erection pressed between us.

I tried not to groan as pleasure tore through my body. It was so fucking hard not to slide back in, not to pick up where we'd left off against the wall. But I didn't want it to be over just yet. I wanted to work Madie back up again. Even if I was fucking aching for her.

Besides, there was something she hadn't told me yet.

Leaning down, I kissed her lightly. "I know. But I'm still waiting, baby."

Her lips parted beneath mine; she wanted more than a peck.

I pulled back anyway.

"Tell me what you were thinking about during dessert," I demanded, tilting my hips so she could feel even more of me.

"You," she gasped.

My whole body tensed. I'd figured as much, but shit, I wanted to hear about it. "What about me?"

Madie sucked in. Her mouth opened, but she didn't make a sound.

It probably had something to do with how I was grinding my tip into her clit.

I abruptly stopped, and she narrowed her eyes at me. With an unabashed smirk, I said, "Tell me, Madie."

"Your fingers were on my thigh," she managed to get out. Her voice was breathy, and I could listen to her talk like that all night.

Nodding, the curve of my lips grew. "They were. And?"

Madie peered at me beneath sooty lashes. "And I remembered when they were inside me," she whispered, shooting that confession through my heart like an arrow. Well, maybe it hit me in other places too.

Releasing one of her wrists, I slid my hand between our bodies until I found that little wet spot that I'd just been teasing. Madie sighed, her eyelids fluttering as I rubbed it lightly. Goddamnit, those sounds she made were so fucking hot.

Wanting to hear more, I slipped my fingers down—it wasn't hard to do, not with how soaked she was. I curled them inside her. Madie flung her head to the side, and moans were half-consumed by the pillow.

"Inside you like this?" I murmured, tipping my head forward. It pressed against the top of hers.

Flattening her free hand on my chest, Madie pushed me back without warning. I was momentarily stunned, and my fingers slipped out of her as I fell sideways onto the bed.

My annoyance at being pushed aside faded as Madie, naked and fucking fine, climbed on top of me. She slowly straddled my hips. And shit, if she was gonna look like that and stare down at me with a playful, sexy smirk, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. I propped myself against the headboard and watched as she wrapped her hand around my wrist, bringing me back to where I'd been a moment before.

Getting the message, I thrust two fingers back inside her. She threw her head back, whipping strawberry hair over her shoulders and arching forward. "No," she gasped when she lowered her electrified gaze back to mine. "It was more like this." And then she tilted her hips, swirling them around my fingers.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I breathed as I watched her.

She was ridiculously gorgeous.

I knew she was self-conscious about the weight she'd gained, but this was—this was everything. Her thighs were a little thicker, clenching against my sides as she danced on top of me. Her hips were fuller, her breasts were weightier. And that ass. God, that ass was teasing me.

It wasn't always a bad thing to gain a little weight, and Madie was a perfect example of that. Because as I sat, propped up against the pillows with Madie working over my fingers, I was being delighted with a view of her backside. Right next to where I'd fucked her against the wall was a full-length mirror and the reflection it was currently giving me as I peeked over her shoulder...shit.

The last hour had been a goddamn dream, and it was only getting better.

Bringing my attention back to Madie's front side, I realized that she was crossing her arms awkwardly in front of herself.

What the—?

"I know you're not trying to hide from me right now," I said, bringing my free hand up to gently move her arms back to her sides. "Not after I just told you how gorgeous you are."

A sheepish look flashed across Madie's face. Her eyes suddenly turned downcast.

I frowned. "Madie?"

"But you glanced away," she said softly.

"No, babe." With a low chuckle, I said, "Look behind you."

Madie did, peeking over her shoulder. I kept my gaze on her face; in the mirror, I saw as she realized what I'd been looking at—her. Blue eyes widened a little, and then I took the opportunity to rub my thumb over her clit. Blue eyes widened even further. She spun back to face me, whimpering as she bucked against my hand.

I couldn't wait until she did the same thing to my cock.

Opening my mouth, I almost told her—I nearly went on about how she didn't need to hide or worry, about how she'd never been more beautiful, about how I loved, literally loved, the way she looked right now. That I loved her.

But then I remembered what started the fire between Madie and me.

And it hadn't been words.

Madie frowned a little as I pulled my touch away from her. Leaning back into the pillows even further, I looked at her, really looked, and soon the frown fell away.

I took her in—every inch, every curve, every goddamn part. I watched as Madie's chest rose and fell in time with her quickened heartbeat. I studied the flush of her skin, appreciating the slight sheen that had dusted on top of it. I imagined tasting her. Everywhere, literally everywhere. 

I threw an arm over my head, fisting the pillow behind me. Madie seemed to enjoy something about that, her eyes narrowing in on my hand. And then my forearm. And then my upper arm. I bit my lip as her nipples suddenly hardened. My eyes flicked down to where I was hard, too.

"Bren," she said, my name slipping between her lips like a plea.

I dragged my gaze up to her face and let it linger around the curve of her mouth, that smile I loved so much. And then, finally, my eyes found her doe-eyed ones, and we stared at each other. We stared, and she told me that she understood. But still, I breathed, "And that's how I feel about you, Madeline."

As her face softened and crumbled, I had to swallow down the thick emotion in my throat so I could ask, "Tell me you know that." I needed to hear it aloud.

She nodded. "I know that."

"Good." I palmed her thighs, smoothing my hands up her bare legs. "Now, where were we?" Giving her a little squeeze, I asked, "Here?"

Madie glanced at my fingers. "No, not there," she breathed.

Letting my hands kiss her inner thighs, I asked, "Here?"

"No," she ground out, hot frustration evident in that little word.

Lowering my voice to a husky murmur, I asked, "Tell me something first, Madie. How often do you think about me like you were doing downstairs?" I shifted my grip to her backside instead, moving further away from where I knew she wanted. And if looks could kill, I'd be a dead man.

I wasn't even surprised then when Madie took matters into her own hands. Literally. She ran fingers down her front, briefly cupping those perfect breasts before skimming over her stomach. Madie continued what I'd started before, using one finger to stroke between her legs. A soft moan fell between us, but those blue eyes were hard and bright. They were taking me in greedily—exactly, I'm sure, how I was looking at her.

"You want to know how often I think about you?" she breathed, a tilted grin on her face.

I nodded, my eyes shifting between her hand and her face. I desperately wanted to know. I thought about her constantly.

"Every day, Bren," she admitted, the words thick, coated with need. And I was happy to help with that, reaching out to cover her hand with mine. Our fingers slid together, rubbing against each other. Rubbing her. 

And then I slipped my finger over Madie's and guided it in little circles over her clit, playing a bit with the pressure as I pressed her finger down gently.

She gasped and kept her eyes on my face as she said, "Mostly in the morning."

I'd forgotten what we were talking about.

But then Madie added, "I thought about you in the morning. I missed the way you'd wake me."

I smiled at that. "I can't wait to wake you up tomorrow," I murmured.

Madie's eyelashes fluttered, and she let her hand slip out from beneath mine. She wanted me to take over, to make her fall apart.

Happy to, baby.

I rotated my hand to slip two fingers inside her while continuing to brush her clit. With my other hand, I gripped her hips, feeling how they rocked. And then feeling how they began to quicken. The expression on Madie's face told me that this was exactly what she'd been thinking about when we were eating dessert earlier.

Madie kept going on my fingers until I felt that familiar tightening. It was softer this time, but I could still feel it, the spasms that rolled through her as she cried out my name.

I gave Madie a minute to come down from her high before leaning up to capture her lips with mine. She moaned softly against my mouth, and I deepened the kiss. Madie, always one to surprise, responded eagerly even though her body had melted, relaxed. She twisted fingers into my hair as she let her tongue slip in and stroke mine.

Madie kissed with a desperation as familiar to me as breathing. But I couldn't take much of it. Fuck, I couldn't wait any longer. Between our kisses, I asked, "Now can you give it to me just like that, baby?"

The word yes was groaned into my mouth.

Madie broke from my lips, leaning back and taking my dick in her hand, pumping it a few times. It wasn't necessary—I was more than ready to go. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd ever felt this fucking ready.

"Now, Madeline," I said through gritted teeth, needing her.

She smirked but didn't argue. Madie lowered onto me, and it was my turn to roll my eyes back, swearing repeatedly. My entire body was thanking me as an odd mix of relief, pleasure, and urgency spread through me.

Madie released a breathy murmur at my reaction. But then she went to work, rolling her hips over mine. Fuck, she was good. And all I could do was sit back and enjoy it.

Hell, I was enjoying it. Every single thing about it. I tried to keep my eyes on Madie's face, but I couldn't help but flick them over her shoulder. At one point, she caught me, following my gaze.

I nearly came as Madie momentarily watched herself riding me. And she must have known that I was so close because then she clenched.

"God, Madie," I groaned.

She spun back around and leaned down with a coy grin. Madie whispered against my mouth, repeating my words from earlier as she continued to slide over me steadily. "I'm gonna come on your dick, Bren."

That was enough to send me over the edge. I wasn't even sure if she did come, but I let go with a low growl. Madie's lips made their way to my ear. "Good boy," she breathed, hot and heavy, as she slammed her hips down one last time.

I laughed throatily as I tried to catch my breath. Fuck, this girl. "I don't think either of us is being very good tonight, baby."

God, I needed to change that, though. I needed to be good for her.

This weekend was all I had, and I intended to use it to spoil the hell out of Madie. Glancing around the over-the-top, pricey room for the first time, I spotted the giant ass tub in the corner. It overlooked the glowing city lights, and I knew exactly what I was going to do next.

I was going to fill that tub. Put Madie in it. And then stay out of it.

Because I just needed to talk to her.

For the rest of the night, I would be good.

But the morning? Well, I made no promises about the morning.

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