Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“But he really didn’t. He only acts that way when you’re around. I mean, when he first showed up at the motel, he looked. Then he just…took care of me. He asked if I’d been hurt, if I’d been followed, if I needed anything. I had an adrenaline crash. He held me while I shook, gave me water, and helped me to not throw up. Eventually I fell asleep. You know the rest. So I don’t think this is about me. It’s about you.”
Maybe. But Matt couldn’t figure out why. And right now, he didn’t care about the punk. He’d have three months to work that shit out. He only had tonight with Madison.
“Finish up, honey. Almost there.”
She sighed. “This isn’t going down really well. Can’t I finish later?”
“The yogurt, no. Eat the last of that. We’ll try the rest of the protein bar in a bit.” And if her stomach was this nervous before she even stepped foot in DC, he was going to have to help manage her once she was under Todd’s roof and thumb.
“Fine,” she grumbled, then finished the last of the berry blend and set it aside before washing it all down with more water. “Happy?”
Not really but he didn’t chide her. She’d done her best, and their time together was ticking away. “For now. Come here, honey.”
When he held out his arms, Madison flung herself into them and lifted her face for a kiss. Matt happily obliged her, sinking into the sweet depths of her mouth, flavored by berries and her own particular taste. He cupped her nape and lost himself in her until he was eating at her lips hungrily, like a starving man in front of a five-star meal.
She pressed her world-class tits against his chest and moaned into his mouth. After the local girls in his hometown had avoided him like the plague—unless they were looking for a hard fuck—the devotion in Madison’s kiss went straight to his heart. He suspected she loved him, too. If they could just make it past the next three months, he would do whatever it took to make her his forever.
Matt rose over her and used his leverage to topple her onto her back. He uncurled his hand from her nape and worked it down to her breast, thumbing her hard nipple until her breath caught. He slid the other hand to the button at his fly.
“Still not on birth control?”
She shook her head. “I couldn’t really fix that in a couple of days while I was hiding out.”
His head knew that. His cock wanted to cry. He pulled a condom from his pocket. “We’ll find you a doctor in DC.”
“The minute I do, Todd will know. Winston Pershing has lackeys and spies everywhere.”
“I’ll figure out something.” Surely someone he knew could hook him up with a doctor willing to write her a simple prescription. “Because I’d love to fuck you bare. Todd is already going to come between us until the midterms. I don’t want anything else in our way.”
“Me, either.”
Setting the wrapper on the bed next to her shoulder, he shoved his pants to his ankles and kicked them away before kneeling between her deliciously spread thighs. “Bend your knees.”
“Yes, Matt.” She complied instantly.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he settled himself over her body, kissing his way down her neck, toward her nipples now stabbing the air.
As soon as he sucked the first rigid tip, she arched and moaned, offering him more. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Oh, honey, I’ve missed you, too. Your skin is so fucking soft. Everything else against my body just irritates me. And the way you smell.” He inhaled her with a groan. “I don’t know if it’s your soap or perfume, but you’ve gone from delicious to intoxicating. Jesus, I can’t get enough of you.”
He plucked the stiff peak, tonguing it, then he pulled back with a little nip of his teeth. Madison hissed, her spine twisting as she gripped him tighter. “More. I can never get enough of your touch.”
“Because you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. The feminist in me would have cringed to admit that I could belong to any man…until I met you.”
“I don’t want to own you like a possession, honey.” He kissed his way from the underside of her breasts, down her abdomen, licking her hipbone, and dragging his lips over the baby-bare skin at the top of her clean-shaven mound, then settled his mouth just above her pussy. “I want to value you. I want to care for you. I want to treasure you.”
“Please,” she whimpered as he breathed on her sensitive flesh. “Please.”
“Be a good girl and scream for me.”
“But the colonel…”
“Give that worry to me.” He laid his lips on her slit. “Give me your trust.”
Beneath him, she writhed. “Yes, Matt.”