Because the real Madeline Finch would never tolerate it.
My lips hover near her other cheek, my breath tickling against her skin. I trace her jaw with my nose before rising to her earlobe and dragging my teeth down the lower portion of it. “Beg for me, Maddie,” I whisper harshly.
The surprise catch in her throat almost destroys me right there. I want to shout—I’ll do anything you fucking want to make that sound again.But that won’t get Dream Maddie off.
Instead, I tug on the collar of her shirt, exposing her collarbone. My finger traces along the ridge, and I blow hot air everywhere my finger travels.
She shivers underneath me. “Seth,” she says with a dramatic exhale.
I groan, struggling to contain myself. “My name sounds so much sweeter coming off your lips when you’re like this.” With a soft graze of my fingers, I follow the hem of her underwear, relishing the delicious friction between my rough callouses and her smooth skin.
Maddie whimpers underneath me.
“Beg for me, Maddie, and I’ll do whatever the hell you want.”
“P-please.” She closes her eyes, burying her lower lip behind the whites of her teeth.
“Please, what?” I drag my finger back up over her sternum, tracing the rosy peaks of her breast.
“Touch me.” The request comes out as nothing more than a strained whisper.
With his fists balled to his side, Connor’s broad figure mirrors and blocks Seth’s steps. “Seth, I need you. Please.”
“Please, what, Maddie? What do you want me to do?”
“Okay, seriously?” That glorious whimper hits my ears again, and I’m a fucking goner. As cool as I know I have to play this for her; seeing her like this, undone in my bed, it’s fucking dangerous. No way in hell I can face the real Madeline after this. “Fuck me with your fingers. I’m begging you.”
A low, satisfied chuckle rumbles in my chest. “I guess if you’re so desperate, I could put you out of your misery.” I tease. Reaching my nightstand, I grab a bottle of oil I keep there just for her.
It’s a CBD oil designed for people with pelvic pain to help their muscles relax during intimacy and a targeted ad that frequently appears on my browsers. I swear, you google one or five things about endometriosis and read romance novel blogs, and your targeted ads go from protein drinks to CBD arousal oil.
Opening the bottle, I drop some onto my fingers. “Slide your underwear down for me and show me where you want to be touched.”
Warmth coils deep in my belly as Maddie listens, hooking her fingers in her waistband and pulling her underwear down. She circles her clit, her back arching at the light contact. “Shit,” she hisses.
“There you go, good girl,” I murmur. “Do you feel how ready you are for me?”
“Mhm.” She buries her lips again behind the whites of her teeth, and I’m tempted to dip down and suck her bottom lip back out, coaxing her to let go of any modicum of restraint she’s still pretending to have.
Instead, I dip my head to her breasts, and my tongue lashes against her stiff, sensitive peaks. “My turn to feel,” I say, blowing hot air down her sternum. Maddie moves her hand, and I sink a finger with the oil into her entrance, gently swirling and then dragging the wetness and the oil up to her clit, reveling in the heat surrounding me and the tiny sigh of relief that passes over her lips.
Her breathing turns heavy as I circle the edge of her bundle of nerves, giving the oil time to soak in.
“Okay, seriously?” Her arms extend toward me in a desperate grab to pull me against her. “We get it. I’m desperate for you. Congratulations. Come here so I can kiss you while you fuck me.”
With a disapproving click of my tongue, I wrap a firm hand around her delicate wrists and pin them over her head. “Patience, Buttercup.”
I zero my focus in on the rhythm of her reaction to my finger inside of her, swirling it on her center until she bucks against it, bringing her close to the edge but never over it.
“I—Seth—shit.” She tilts her head, trying to capture my lips as I bury them into the side of her neck, relishing the intoxicating rosewater scent and her hammering pulse.
Something warm and devious sparks in my chest at her neediness. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you wrapped around my finger like this, Maddie? Begging for a kiss from me.” With a brush of my nose, I trace her jaw, coming close to her lips but never touching them.
She shivers when I press a kiss on the inside of her collarbone.
Continuing my exploration of her body, I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth. Her back arches as she cries out a simple “fuck.”
“Seth, pressure. Please.”
