“Yes.”
She doesn’t deny it. Stepping back into the apartment, she leaves the door wide open. “And?”
I follow her without thinking, letting the door click shut behind me. Up close, she’s even more beautiful. It takes everything I have not to trace the flush on her cheeks.
“You were loud,” I grind out.
“I know.”
“You didn’t try to stop.”
“No.”
“You wanted me to hear.”
Her eyes spark. There it is. The challenge. There’s always a challenge with Madison. She lifts a shoulder, causing the satin robe to slip. “Maybe.”
She doesn’t know it yet, but she chose the wrong night to test my restraint.
“You don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Push me, Madison.”
Her chin lifts. “You came down here.”
“Yes, to tell you to keep it down.”
“And instead you’re standing in my living room… still hard.”
Something in me snaps when her gaze drops again. Stepping forward, I crowd her space, and I love the satisfaction I feel when her breath stutters. “You don’t get to look at me like that and act surprised when I react.”
Her fingers curl into my T-shirt. “React how?” she whispers.
I laugh under my breath. “You really want me to say it?”
She swallows, but nods.
“I imagined you,” I say. “On your bed. Exactly as you sounded. Legs spread. That stupid toy in your hand while you pretended you were doing it only for yourself.”
Her breath catches.
“I imagined watching you,” I continue. “Standing there while you came apart, knowing I could make it worse the second I decided to.” Her pupils are blown wide. “So here’s the thing. If you step closer, I’m not stopping myself tonight.”
She steps closer, calling my bluff.Fuck.Then her fingers reach for the tie of her robe. She loosens the knot slowly, never breaking eye contact. The fabric parts, revealing satin that clings to her like a second skin.
“When I put my hand between my legs,” she starts, her voice breathy, “I thought about you watching me.”
The robe slips off her shoulders and pools on the floor. My eyes drag down her body. Her nipples are hard beneath the thin satin, and my cock throbs in response.
“Madison.”
She steps into me. “I pictured your hand there instead,” she whispers, “and I came so… fucking… hard.”
That’s it. That’s the end of my restraint. My hand wraps around her throat just before her eyes go dark, and I crash my mouth into hers. The kiss is messy—full of teeth and tongues andfuck-you energy. My other hand slides down to cup her ass as I lift her around my waist, pressing her against the wall and grinding into her. When she moans into my mouth, it’s over.
“Madison,” I rasp. “This is a bad idea.”
