I wish I had.
Her knees slid along my hips to my waist, as if trying to keep me steady. She offered me a small grin. “It’s so good. Was it this good before?”
It was as if we were two halves of the same person. Every thought I had, she voiced.
Had it been this good before? I wouldn’t have forgotten if it had been. Surely.
I pushed in sharply in response and she tipped her head back and gasped, exposing her long, creamy throat. I leaned forward, pressing my tongue in the dip between her collarbones and licking up. Her fingers threaded through my hair and she slid her hands lower as we rolled over so she was straddling me.
Would this help? Would I be able to keep myself from exploding into her if she was in control?
She sat up, her palms pressed against my chest, her knees wide as she took my dick deeper.
The view of her breasts, the way her hair tumbled over her shoulders—this was a disaster. She was a goddess.
“Take it slow, okay?” I said to her. I couldn’t remember ever asking a woman to take it slow before. I was used to being able to control myself.
“You’re telling me you’re a one-and-done kind of guy? I know you better than that.”
I grinned at her. In some ways it felt as if Madison knew me inside and out. And now we were discovering each other physically.
“Absolutely not. I just want every orgasm to count. For both of us.” I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to fuck her all night long until we were too sore to walk and too exhausted to speak.
“I don’t know if I can hold back,” she said. “I’m so close.” Her voice was heavy as she shifted her hips back and forward.
I placed my hands around her waist, hooking my thumbs under her hip bones, and rocked her forward and back in small, smooth, pleasurable movements, a simmer of sensation that pulled us both back from the brink.
“I want to stay like this forever,” she said, sweeping her hands down her body, along my arms as I continued to rock her.
Her words notched up my desire, like a plane in a holding pattern ascending to a new height. Her fingers went to her clit. “I’m so, so, so close,” she said again.
My dick throbbed, the holding pattern broken as my desire shot skyward toward the sun.
I pushed her hand away and pressed the length of my fingers above her mound against her g-spot, my thumb circling her clit.
Eyes closed, she started to shiver, her breathing choppy and desperate as her climax overtook her. I kept rocking her back and forward, relief mixed with urgent need shooting through my limbs. She tipped her head forward and opened her eyes, and I wasn’t quite sure what I saw—was it satisfaction, appreciation, realization?
Whatever it was, I couldn’t hold on any longer.
I thrust my hips forward, desperate to get as deep, as close as possible, and groaned out her name as I came.
Twenty
Madison
I didn’t have to fake the grin I had on my face as I stepped into the warm, busy kitchen, full of the smell of baking bread and coffee.
“Good morning,” Carole said, pushing an orange juice into my hand. “How did you sleep?”
I wasn’t about to confess that I’d only had forty-five minutes, give or take. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her why.
“Great!” I said, a little too forcefully. I could still feel the press of Nathan’s thumbs beneath my hip bones, taste his tongue in my mouth. I still ached for him between my thighs.
“It’s the Norfolk air,” she said. “I sleep much better here than I ever did in London.”
John and Zach walked in at that moment, each of them with their hands full. “Eggs,” Zach said, plonking down two dozen eggs on the table.
“Bacon and sausage,” John said, holding up a carrier bag. “Where’s my apron.”
“Where it always is,” Carole said. “Zach and Madison, can you set the table?”
I was pleased to be given a job to do. Something to keep my eyes from wandering to the doorway. I’d crept out of the office before five, despite the fact that Nathan had been pretty convincing in trying to get me to stay.
It would complicate things if anyone found out we had anything more than a professional relationship.
No one needed to know.
In a few hours we’d be back within the M25 and last night would become a distant memory. We’d both been clear that last night was a time-out, nothing more. Even if it felt like . . . more.
“Have you uncovered all Nathan’s deep, dark secrets?” Zach asked as he opened the dresser in the dining hall and passed me a stack of placemats. I’d not spoken to Zach much since we’d been here. Other than being a doctor and a Star Wars fan, I didn’t know much about him.