Part of me knew she’d be dangerous. I’d rushed into a relationship once and gotten slammed back hard. And publicly. The rest of me had gleaned enough from Madison’s comments to know her shitty ex had been just as selfish in bed. But I cared for her. I was also insanely attracted to her.
So I wouldn’t rush anything. Nor would I make any promises. She could be... She could be the one.
The one. I scrubbed a hand down my face, flicking droplets of water off. Fuck, I didn’t know. I’d been single for so long, a bachelor most of my adult life. I’d resigned myself to being a bachelor forever. Finding what my siblings had, it had seemed like an impossibility. Then Madison had stomped away from me in the grocery store and consumed my thoughts since.
She’d been messed with enough. Used and discarded. I wouldn’t be another asshole jerking her around. I’d give her all the pleasure she deserved until we figured this thing out.
After I’d dried off and dressed in my normal plain shirt and jeans, I went downstairs. Her back was to me at the stove. That damn flannel of hers was covering her ass, and I let myself mourn. I’d had the most spectacular sexual experience of my life last night and I hadn’t been able to get a clear view of her. Her shirt had remained on, and I hadn’t made out much of her sweet, wet pussy in the dark.
But I’d tasted her, and I had a new craving.
How did she feel? Did she have regrets? Had I incinerated all the trust between us?
I’d rather know sooner than later. “How much are you overthinking last night?”
She stiffened and peered over her shoulder while she continued stirring whatever was in the pot on the stove. Her curtain of hair was bound in the braid. How many people knew what she looked like with it down? Was I one of the few?
“I don’t know,” she said. “I might be underthinking it.” She turned away, hiding her expression. “I mean, it was just so-so. Not worth getting worked up over.”
The tease in her response went straight to my dick. Everything she did sent my blood flowing south. “Is that why you hollered my name so loud?” I closed the distance between us and put my hands on her hips. “I bet I can make you scream louder.”
There went my attempt at preventing an erection. Pressure built behind my zipper. Not even the sight of the oatmeal she was stirring slowed the buildup.
An exhale gusted out of her, and I slid my hand around to work the button of her jeans open.
“Teller? Here?”
“Why not?” I kissed her shoulder and slid her zipper down. I could’ve jacked off ten times this morning and it wouldn’t have mattered. Arousal pounded at my temples.
“The oatmeal will burn.” Yet she kicked her hips back into me, grinding against my hard-on.
A groan left me, but I didn’t stop. “Keep stirring.”
Finally, her pants were open. I tunneled my hand between her hot skin and her clothing, past her shirt and underneath the hem of her underwear. Then I hit her slick clit.
“You’re already wet for me,” I murmured against the shell of her ear.
A shiver traveled down her body, and I felt each inch. I flicked my tongue out, licking the delicate curve of her ear.
She groaned and flipped the oven off. She plopped the pot of oatmeal between two burners and braced herself on either side of the stove. Her head hung down, but she rocked into my fingers, covering me in her juices. “I can’t believe you’re doing this again.”
“It’s not every day a sexy woman is in my kitchen.” An understatement. I twined her long braid around my free hand and gently tugged her head to the side. I laid kisses along her neck.
“Sexy?” she asked on a moan.
“So fucking hot.” I stuffed my hand down until I could push a finger inside of her. She leaned harder on her arms, but I held her braid tight. There was no way she would jerk and burn herself while I was making her come.
My heartbeat pounded behind my fly, but I ignored it. I hadn’t been lying to her. Getting her off was the ultimate pleasure. The way all that tension leaked out of her and she handed herself over to me. Madison didn’t do that for anyone. She probably hadn’t done it for her douche of an ex either because he hadn’t known what he was doing or he hadn’t cared. But she did it for me, and I didn’t take her trust lightly.
“You know how tight you are?” I growled against her skin. She lifted her hand like she was going to reach back and grab my head or link her fingers with mine. “Hands on the counter while I’m inside you.” I thrust in and out, straining to continue rubbing her clit within the constraints of her jeans.
She propped her hands back in place. “Teller.”
“I’ve got you.” Fuck, she was close. So damn responsive. Her heat branded itself into my hand. I’d never forget her taste or how she gripped me when I pushed farther in. Tension built in her and the rock of her hips got more erratic.
“Come for me.” I licked a path up her neck to her earlobe.
“Teller.” Her mouth fell open and she slammed her ass back into me. I held her tight as she shook. Each scrape of her butt against my dick sent fireworks exploding behind my eyes.
