Chapter Twelve
Madden
Madden shivered when Linc’s hands trailed up her thighs then wrapped around her body to lift her by the waist and carry her to the dining room table like she weighed nothing. He laid her down, stripping off her pants. She felt like she was being worshiped. His hands and his mouth were all over her body. Every touch made her crave the next. Madden watched with rapt fascination as Linc tore off his own clothes and climbed onto the table, positioning himself at her entrance.
Madden wiggled beneath him, laughing lightly. “Hey speed racer, go grab a condom from my nightstand.” Linc made no move to get off of her. Instead he grabbed her leg, tossing it over his shoulder and positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. She threw her hand out against his chest, stopping him. “Linc. Condom.” He stared down at her, his jaw clenched. His eyes were on hers, but they were glassy. It didn’t seem like he was actually seeing her.
“Linc? Are you okay?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face.
He blinked, and then he shook his head and gave her a confused grin. “Of course I’m okay, baby. Where did you say the condoms were?”
Madden peered up at him for a beat, relieved to see his eyes return to clear and normal. Had she just imagined the distance in them before? “My nightstand.” Linc kissed her deeply before hopping off the table and walking shamelessly naked through her house. “And don’t call me baby,” she shouted after him. What the hell was that? It was like he had mentally disappeared for a moment. His face became hard and almost aggressive. Not that she didn’t like a smidge of aggression in the bedroom. But that whole thing had been weird. She propped up on her elbows as he walked back into the dining room. “Hey, you sure you’re okay?”
Linc gave her one of his cocky grins. “Lay back down for me and I’ll be more than okay.” He winked, tearing open the condom package with his teeth and then slipping it on. He put one hand on her chest and gently guided her back down to the cool surface of the table. He never actually answered her question, but all rational thought flew from her mind when he grabbed her legs and slid her down toward the edge. “You ready, baby?”
Madden wrapped her legs around his ass and brought him closer, smirking. “More than ready.” He positioned himself at her core, this time with a condom securely in place, and then slammed home. She loved the way he filled her. She loved how confident he was, how sure of himself. Everything about him turned her on. Even when it shouldn’t. “Fuck, yes. More.”
Linc gripped her thighs tighter. She knew she’d probably wear his fingerprints tomorrow. “That’s my girl.” He nailed her body, over and over. Chasing his release and hers to the brink. She couldn’t contain her cries of pleasure. It was so intense. Too intense. “Madden.” Her name was like a whisper on his lips, so soft she almost didn’t hear it. “Madden, baby, open your eyes. Look at me.”
She snorted, ignoring him and throwing her head back. Eyes closed. They weren’t in love, hell they weren’t even in like. They were in lust, and people in lust didn’t stare into each other’s eyes while they fucked.
He growled, dipping down to take her exposed nipple in his teeth. “Fucking look at me, Madden.”
Her eyes flew open at his commanding tone. She had no intention of doing something so intimate. But the second her gaze connected with his, they both cried out their release.
***
He’d made her come two more times on the dining room table and now they were sitting on the floor sharing a beer and a jar of peanut butter. Pretty much the only edible things she had in her kitchen at this point.
“You really need to go to the grocery store.”
She shrugged one shoulder as she took a sip off the ice-cold bottle. “Yeah. I usually eat out. I’m not big on cooking.”
Linc chuckled. “You and Corey both. I thought women from the South were all supposed to be amazing cooks. Like you were taught how to fry things from the time you could walk.” Toddlers and hot grease? Linc hadn’t been around too many kids apparently.
Madden talked around her mouth full of peanut butter. “I didn’t say I didn’t know how to cook, I said I’m not big on it. I don’t really enjoy it.” She leaned her head against the wall. “What about you? You like to cook?”
“Nah.” He handed her the last part of their shared drink. “How are you on cleaning? Because that table needs to be disinfected before you eat on it.”
Madden giggled. “Right? You are a dirty, dirty boy.”
He rested his hand on her still bare thigh, skimming it up toward her apex. “I do my best.”
“I’ll hire a maid once I get unpacked.” Truth was Madden had learned to make fried chicken when she was seven. Her mother cooked dinner every night, a huge spread. When Madden was younger, she loved helping in the kitchen. As she got older, as she realized that some nights when her dad was late, it wasn’t because he was working hard on a case. She began to resent it—the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry. All of it was done with such love, for a man that never once returned the favor.
“I tried to hire a maid but Baze wouldn’t let me. He calls me spoiled all the time.” Linc crossed his bare feet at his ankles.
Madden mimicked his posture. “You always let Baze tell you what you can and can’t do?”
He turned his gaze on her, licking his lips as he eyed his fingerprints on her thighs. “Apparently not.”
She smiled. Sex with Linc was fucking fantastic, but hanging out with Linc was proving to be a lot of fun too. She felt at ease with him, and he made her laugh. Everything about being with him was pleasant. Easy. Comfortable. She had the urge to ask him to stay, which was why she knew she needed him to leave. “Well, this was enjoyable. But I really want to try to get the kitchen unpacked tonight. So…”
“Are you kicking me out?”
Madden got to her feet. “Yep.” She made herself busy with a box of glasses. She was afraid to look at him, afraid that she would go all weak and girly and beg him not to go. She did not like this new side of herself and she refused to feed into it. She didn’t do relationships; she didn’t do long term. She’d repeat it to herself as many times as it took because she wasn’t about to change her game plan for the sexy blond lounging on her kitchen floor looking like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue.
“What if I told you I didn’t want to leave?” Linc stood and walked up behind her, brushing her hair to the side to reveal her neck.
She fought goose bumps, fought them hard. “I’d say fuck buddies don’t do sleepovers.”
He bit her neck and then spoke softly against her skin. “They do if they want to wake up and fuck some more.”
She lost the fight against the goose bumps. Madden had had many friends in the past. Some of them spoke so dirty she couldn’t even believe her ears. But something about Linc…the sound of his voice, the way he said the words he used. No one had ever turned her on like he did. The way she was pulled to him, the way she wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around him and never let him leave her body. It wasn’t natural.
Madden took a deep breath and lifted her chin. She would not become vulnerable to this man; she would not let him in. “Look, as tempting as that sounds, I need to unpack. I can’t keep living out of boxes like this. I need to get organized.”
“How about I make you a deal?” Linc massaged her shoulders and pulled her body back against his. She could feel his hard cock resting right above her ass. Could he really be ready for more? “You let me stay and I’ll unpacked the rest of the kitchen while you go take a bubble bath.”
Damn. A hot bath and someone else unpacking these boxes? That was a hard one to pass up.
“I’ll throw in a quick trip to the store for another bottle of wine as well.”
Shit. She sure as hell couldn’t say no to wine. It wasn’t like she was giving in, or changing the way she operated. She’d get to relax while he unpacked her house. She’d be stupid to turn him down.
“Deal.”