First Look Inside The Escape
“Do you want me?” I asked. I needed to be sure. I needed her to be sure. There was to be no miscommunication in this.
Instead of answering, she pressed her lips to mine again, but I needed more than that.
Holding her face a few inches away, I asked again, more urgently this time. “Do you want me, Madalyn? Do you want me to take you to my bed? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to fuck me?”
Her eyes startled open at my blunt language. She searched my face then ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “Yes, I want it all.”
She cried out when I pushed up from the chair, taking her with me. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as I stood. Her fingers sank into my hair as I walked us down the hall.
In my bedroom, I locked the door and turned on the light. I wanted to see her. I wanted to watch each inch of her skin as it was exposed. I wanted to see if she glowed with that inward light everywhere.
She clung to me as I lowered us both to the mattress, and she took my weight as our mouths met again. With teeth and tongue, she kissed me back, nearly as ravenous as me. I shifted until my thigh came up between her legs, giving her rocking hips something to move against.
She did, her body nearly exploding with movement as she ground into me, her hands tugging at my hair. She gasped, her eyes flying open when my hand moved up the shirt and I found her breast.
Her flesh was warm beneath my palm, the nipple already hardened. She arched, her eyes on mine as I rolled the nipple, squeezed the entire breast.
“So responsive,” I murmured and pushed the shirt up until I could take the nipple between my lips. I sucked, and she went wild beneath me, crying out with pleasure as I scraped my teeth over the sensitive flesh.
Her response to my every touch stoked the fire that had burned in me since I’d first seen her, but I forced myself to go slow, take my time. What was happening between us held some type of magic I didn’t understand, and I wanted to savor it. Oddly, I wasn’t afraid of the connection we shared. It felt too right, too needed to fear.
“I want to see you,” I said, pushing up to my knees.
She reached for me, pulling on my shirt, wanting me back. “Please…”
I began to unbutton my shirt, wanting her skin against mine. “Please what, Madalyn? Tell me what you want.”
When she sat up, pressing her face into my exposed chest, kissing my skin, I let her, smoothing her still damp hair back so I could watch those beautiful lips move to my nipple.
She licked and sucked as I shrugged the shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Finding the hem of the t-shirt, I pulled it up her body, forcing her to let me go long enough to rid us of that barrier too.
“You taste salty.”
I grimaced. “Sorry. I should have showered. I wasn’t expecting this.”
She licked up my sternum, and damn, if that wasn’t sensual, nothing was. “I like it. It’s like the ocean. One of my favorite things.”
The ocean again, and I imagined her in the bed of my Montauk home, making love as the sun rose over the water.
“I want to escape from here,” I said, making the decision. She looked up at me, although her fingers continued to stroke my back. “And I want you to escape with me. You, me, and the kids at my beach house.” Anxiety at her reaction thickened my throat. “Will you come?”
I had a packed calendar, meeting after meeting all week.
Fuck it.
I would call Joyce in the morning, ask her to clear everything. After all, that was why I’d hired the best of the best.
My children needed me.
I needed them too.
And Madalyn… we needed each other.
I didn’t know why or how it had come to be this way, but it was true.
“I’ll go with you, Xander.”
I took her face in my hands and kissed her until she made those little mewling sounds that vibrated into and through me. Pressing her back onto the bed, I continued to kiss her while my hand explored her skin.
She was so soft, even with the goose bumps that raised when I trailed my hand down her belly. I lifted up on my elbow, wanting to see her body open for my fingers.
I was surprised to find her completely bare. Completely.
I had a moment of pure panic and looked down into Madalyn’s face, the smooth, nearly translucent skin. Oh my god. “How old are you?”
She frowned up at me. “Twenty-two. Why?” Only an eight-year difference. I was so relieved I sagged down on top of her, laying my head on her breasts. She pushed my head up and asked again, “Why?”
Should I lie? No. The truth. Always the truth.
“Because I had this horrible moment of thinking you were a grown-up-looking fifteen-year-old that I was about to abuse.”
She frowned and pushed up onto her elbows. “Do I look fifteen?”
“No, you look like a beautiful woman. With all the craziness that’s happened in my life recently, I wanted to make certain, especially after seeing this.” I brushed a thumb over her bare mound, and she closed her legs.
“I’m sorry. Is that not right?”
What an odd question.
I pushed her legs back open, traced a finger over the soft skin. “No. Everything about you is beautiful. It was just unexpected. I don’t even know why it surprised me, but it did.”
She blushed, and I felt like a damn shit for embarrassing her. “It’s part of my… um, the culture.” She frowned. “The style.”
It had been a ridiculous thought, I realized. I was tired and on edge, second-guessing myself as a human. If she’d been younger than eighteen, the officers wouldn’t have left her with me. They would have called child protective services. A fuss would have been made.
No. She was an adult and capable of making adult decisions.
“Do you no longer want me?” The question was softly asked.
I moved until my lips were only inches from hers, my erection pressing hard into her hip. “I’ve never wanted any woman as much as I want you.”
Another truth.
She smiled, and if I hadn’t been lying down, it would have knocked me off my feet. “Then why are we talking?”
I laughed. She was so unique. So precious. “I have no idea.”
Her finger moved over the ink on my arm, trailing over and around the swirls of the tattoo. I took her hand in mine, lifted the palm to my lips. When I kissed the inside of her wrist, she shivered, and the pulse leapt under my tongue.
“I didn’t know that sex could be this way,” she said, curling toward me.
I grinned. “We haven’t even had sex yet.” But I knew what she meant. It had never been this way for me either. A slow exploration with no care of the finish line.
I kissed up her arm and to her shoulder, then down until her nipple was in my mouth again. My hand drifted lower, over the smooth surface of her mound, and she cried out, arching into my touch as my finger swirled over and around her clit.
“Am I doing better than Jacob?”
She was breathless. “Oh, yes.”
Watching her face, I increased the pressure, watching her unravel as I circled the sensitive nerves. She slammed her hands down on the sheets, fists grabbing at the silky material. She was breathing hard and was so very wet as I explored her further, dipping my finger into her wetness, gathering the moisture pooling there.
“Did Jacob touch Nellie this way?” I asked her as the lube of her own body made my touch on her clitoris more intense.
“Y-yes.”
“What else did he do?”
Her breath expelled on a little laugh, and her hand came down to cover mine. She arched up as she pressed down. My angel wanted it harder. I’d give her hard.
Moving between her legs, I pressed her thighs apart, watched her sex open like a flower. So pretty, pink and glistening. Ripe and ready for me.
“Did he do this?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, just dipped my head and glided my tongue up her slit. I teased her, tracing the outline of her petal smooth lips before dipping the tip of my tongue between them. She moaned and jerked backward, and if I hadn’t had my arms around her thighs she would have jolted away.
I grinned. So very sensitive.
“Oh mon,” she breathed. “S’il vous plaît ne pas arrêter.”
I had no idea what she said, but I decided it was a good thing from the way she continued to writhe and moan.
Increasing the pressure of my tongue, I held on to her tighter, keeping her still. Her hands sank into my hair, her nails digging into my scalp.
I didn’t care, I feasted, raking my teeth over her clit. Her leg muscles flexed, her heels digging into my shoulder blades as she moved up and down on my tongue.
“You’re so sweet,” I murmured before sucking her labia into my mouth.
“Xander…”
Having her say my name with the throaty growl nearly made me explode in my pants, and I needed to be inside her. I needed to come. But not yet.
I wanted her to come with my mouth, and from the way her body tightened, she was close. After that, I’d make her come on my fingers before she came on my cock…
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