Kissing Madeline (Dearest #3) (10 page)

The hem of my dress is bunched against the top of my thighs, and when his fingers traverse the hooks on my garter, he pulls back and looks down.

“Fuck me, that’s hot, Maddie.”

It’s my turn to laugh, even though I’m out of breath. “What did you think I wore underneath all of those suits?”

When Jacob and I broke up, I stocked up on slinky lingerie as a treat to myself. I figured if I wanted to get over him, I had to feel good, and garters and lacy underwear have a way of lifting a girl’s spirits.

Daren’s eyes lift to mine, the hunger in his look making me shiver. “I’ll never be able to watch you on TV again without thinking about what you have underneath those snug skirts. C’mere, you little wildcat.”

I laugh at the nickname. That’s a first. No one in the history of my life has ever considered me wild. Focused, yes. Determined, definitely. But never wild.

We’re about to lip-lock again when laughter in the other room breaks the spell. For both of us, apparently, because Daren frowns.

“Let’s take this party somewhere else,” he grumbles, scooping me up into his arms. I muffle my squeal. Next thing I know, he’s whisking me into a dark room across the hall.

He kicks the door shut behind him before I find myself pressed up against it. I’m teetering on my heels, but Daren’s keeping me upright.

His mouth descends for one panty-flooding kiss before he stops. Why… why is he stopping?

There’s that frown again. “Babe, how much have you had to drink tonight?”

My back straightens. “I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Of course that’s what he’s asking, dummy. Maybe if you weren’t drunk, you could answer the question.

Daren swallows. “I just want to be sure…”

“That you’re not forcing me to do something I don’t want to do? Trust me, I’m willing and able.”
Wow, Maddie. Eager much?

He chuckles. “Mm. How willing, gorgeous?” he asks, placing small kisses against my neck.

I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe I’m a little insulted he’s not so carried away with lust that he has the time to talk, or maybe
I’m
so carried away with lust I can’t control myself. But I grab his hand that’s snaked into my hair and lift one finger to my mouth where I kiss the tip. I tilt my head down so I can peer up at him in what I hope is a sexy come-hither look.

“Willing enough.” My tongue slides out in a slow swipe of his skin, and his eyes widen as my lips close around him.

His other finger joins the first in my mouth, and he watches like a man possessed.

“Fuck.”

I let his fingers linger on my mouth. “That’s what I’m aiming for.” I laugh and tug him closer so I can do my best to make him come apart.

Because right now, I need to know I can.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

- Daren -

My cock aches to have her mouth on me the way she just teased my fingers, but I want to take my time with this girl.

Tonight is unexpected. Sure, I’d seen some of the appreciative glances Maddie threw my way these last few weeks, but the minute we’d make eye contact, she’d close off, making me wonder if I was making this shit up. Making me wonder if that flirtatious banter in our interview was all for show.

Apparently not.

Maddie arches her back against the door, her hair a disheveled, black cascade around her shoulders. In the dark room, I can make out her parted pink lips and smoky blue eyes that stare up at me through our mutual haze of lust.

On the exterior, this girl looks as straight-laced as they come, but right now, she has her skirt hiked so those garters peek out just enough to make me want to snap them with my teeth. And don’t even get me started about those fuck-me heels.

Wildcat is right.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about doing this to you,” I murmur as I duck down to graze her neck with my lips.

She groans and tilts her head back. “Yeah?”

Deciding it’s better if I don’t say exactly how long I’ve thought about getting her bare-ass naked, I suck gently, not hard enough to leave a mark, though I want to. But she’s on TV. She doesn’t need some asshole marking this beautiful skin, at least not anywhere visible.

She swallows, and I palm her breast and give it a hard squeeze as I press her up against the door. Part of me wonders if I’m being too rough, but her loud moan tells me otherwise.

Yeah, I’m gonna enjoy making this girl fall apart.

“Hang on, babe.”

I scoop her ass in my hands and lift her up before slipping between her parted legs. Once I have her wedged against the door with my hips, I reach for her silky smooth thighs.

Even through my jeans, I can feel her heat, and I surge forward to get closer, tightening my grip on her. She cries out and wraps her legs around my waist. Her nails bite into my shoulders, her head falls back against the wall, and the vision of this girl is so magnificent, I want to sear it into my brain for future reference. Because, Jesus Christ, Maddie is fucking gorgeous.

My mouth teases her lips, but she’s not having any of that. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she yanks me closer.

“Impatient?” I chuckle.

“Fuck you,” she mumbles, never leaving my lips.

“Trust me, I’m trying.”

She laughs, her body shaking against mine, and the sound is magical. I don’t know why, but something about that sound makes me feel lighter. This girl is always so serious these days, but tonight she’s been different. Tonight, she’s let me in.

I can’t think too long because her tongue licks against my lips, and when I dip into her mouth, she sucks my tongue in a rhythm that makes my cock strain harder against my jeans.

And then she’s pushing out of my arms, demanding that I put her down.

Shit. Did she change her mind?

When her feet hit the floor, she grips my shirt, her serious expression putting me on edge. But then she slowly spins us around, and once my back is up against the door, she lowers her hand and palms me, leaning up to whisper, “I want you in my mouth.”

My jaw tenses as I watch her drop to the floor and unzip my jeans. She licks her lips as she lifts me out.

“Hello, there,” she whispers.

Did I suffer a concussion at practice today and I’m really bedridden at Mass General?
Because Maddie’s on her knees talking to my dick, which stands at attention.

And then she stares up at me as she places an open-mouthed kiss on my tip.

I can’t fight the groan that leaves my lips as she rubs her soft cheek against me in a slow tease that has me swelling in appreciation. And then she takes a long lick up my shaft, keeping her eyes trained on me, and I fist her hair in my hand, careful to not yank her closer. But fuck, it’s hard when her lips part to take me in and she envelops me in her hot little mouth.

“Fuck, Maddie.”

Her eyes light up, and she takes me all the way, swallowing me down the back of her throat.

“Goddamn, woman. Don’t you have a gag reflex?”

Her hand works me as her mouth slides up and down, and I clench my eyes closed, unable to watch the show or it will be over before it starts. She moans while I’m in her mouth, and the vibration nearly pushes me over the edge.

“Stop.” I slip out of her grasp, and she gives me a pout of disappointment that can only be described as half sex kitten, half innocent school girl.

Reaching down, I lift her into my arms before I stalk over to my desk, shoving shit out of the way to make room for Maddie’s delectable ass, which I place on one end.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I angle her for a kiss because that mouth is too damn hot to not explore again. She whimpers, clawing at my chest, and I reach down under her dress, snaking my fingers around her panties.

“Babe, you’re drenched.”

She laughs softly. “You think?”

I watch her face as I stroke the delicate skin between her thighs. Her head falls back, her hips tilt forward, and her choppy breaths make me want to take her hard and fast. But then she reaches forward and tugs back the hem of her dress so we can both watch my hand disappear into the black silk of her underwear.

Some day when I’m on my deathbed, I hope I can remember Maddie McDermott hot and wet on my desk, because I’m pretty sure I’ve found heaven.

“Harder, Daren,” she groans.

But I can’t go any farther without seeing the rest of her and feeling her on my skin. I pull away to strip off my shirt, pleased with the appreciation in her eyes as they travel over my chest. I stand there and let her look. My jeans are barely clinging to my hips, and I’m pretty sure my hair looks like I’ve been electrocuted, because I have been. By her.

When her eyes make it back up to mine, she takes a deep breath and reaches for the tie at the front of her dress. In the slowest tease known to mankind, she unwraps herself like an early Christmas gift.

A black, lace bra cups her generous breasts, and boy shorts finish off this brilliant ensemble. Even better, though, is the tantalizing strip of skin between those garters and her underwear that calls out to me. But I need her naked before I have a taste.

“Take off your bra, Maddie. Now.”

My voice is gruff, mostly because it’s hard to speak. I’m pretty sure I sound like a dick, only instead of being put off, Maddie’s lips tilt up in a smirk.

“Make me.”

Fuck.

My hands are on her, and the material is off before I can process that I might have ripped it. Maddie reaches up and pulls my hair, yanking me into a kiss as I grip her breasts with both hands. She moans into me, her thighs widening so I can wedge myself closer.

I break away. “You’re going to pay for being so mouthy.”

She smirks, gripping the base of my cock and jerking me off.

“I’m counting on it.”

Her throaty voice makes the blood pound in my ears until the only thought I can process involves Maddie’s pussy in my face.

“Oh, yeah, babe.” I pull away, slipping out of her hands. Gripping her ankles, I yank until she slides back onto the desk. She lands with a squeal and a laugh, but in two seconds flat, I have her panties off and her legs wrapped around my neck, and that laugh turns into a breathy, “God, yes.”

Chuckling, I lean in, appreciating how her skin is bare except for a small landing strip. Mm. Time to land.

I whisper against her damp skin, “Quid pro quo, Wildcat,” before I take a long lick that has her arching off the desk. I set a slow, tortuous pace, her scent intoxicating me, tempting me to go faster.

“More, Daren.”

Her legs drop open, her fingers parting herself. Goddamn, this woman makes me want to combust.

Kissing Madeline is heavenly. Feeling her body against mine? Divine. Going down on her? The fucking Super Bowl of sex.

Finally, I rub against that little bundle of nerves, and her legs clamp against my head.

“Hold still.” I hold one leg open with my arm and brace my shoulder against the other. She writhes beneath me, her breasts heaving, her hair a wild tangle on my desk. Keeping my eyes pinned on her, I slide my tongue back and forth. She gasps, fighting to watch me. “Feel good, babe?”

“Yeah,” she pants. “Soooooo good.” Her thighs tremble when I press a finger into her tight entrance while teasing her with my tongue. It only takes two or three more strokes before she comes apart in a litany of screams and curses. For a girl who never curses, those dirty words feel like a badge of honor.

She pulses against my mouth, and I stroke her skin until she begs me to stop.

Maddie’s panting and sprawled out naked on my desk, the moonlight illuminating her pale skin. Tossing an arm over her face, she laughs this hoarse, delighted laugh. After a moment, she brushes the hair out of her face and stares back, flushed and out of breath, and so fucking sexy my chest aches. Her lips slowly tilt up, and she hooks her finger into my jeans that are still somehow hanging down my ass.

“Come here, Heisman. Show me how you throw for a touchdown.”

I grin, licking her off my lips. Tonight just got even better.

Thankful for the condom in my wallet, I suit up and press close to this beautiful woman, who seems to spark with light as I touch her. A few minutes later when I push into her and she claws the shit out of my back, the only thought registering in my brain is I can’t get enough of this girl.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

- Daren -

A breathy sigh wakes me up. When I open my eyes, it’s still dark outside. I want to check the time, but a gorgeous woman is draped around me.

Maddie’s head rests on my chest, her arm wrapped across my waist, her leg thrown over mine. The sheet rests just above her hips, and I take a moment to appreciate how her perfect curves fit against me.