The answer came without hesitation.
YES.
And she was going to savor every second of it.
Easily sensing the last of her hesitation being seared away beneath the heat of his hungry gaze, Luc was swooping down to claim her lips in a shattering kiss that demanded utter surrender.
He rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She groaned in pleasure. The heat of his skin scorched her with a dizzying pleasure, the drift of his fingers down her arms leaving trails of fire behind. Everywhere he touched was tingling with an excruciating arousal, the faint tang of his male cologne teasing at her senses.
“You feel perfect in my arms, Madison.” He cupped one breast in his hand, gently taking her nipple into his mouth.
Madison hissed out a shaky breath at the feel of his tongue lashing the tip of her sensitive nipple, the sensation arrowing straight to her pu**y. How could he enthrall her with such ease?
And why the hell couldn’t she feel this with any other man?
Was it because she’d fantasized about Luc from the second she’d become aware of her own sexuality?
Or was it the simple fact that he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on?
Lifting her hands, she slid them over his hot skin, stroking them down his back. Smug satisfaction spiraled through her at his low moan of pleasure. It was proof that he wanted her with the same intensity as she wanted him.
As if the thick erection pressed against her inner thigh wasn’t proof enough.
“You’re good at this,” she muttered.
He lifted his head to smile down at her.
“We’re good together.”
“Yes.” Emotions long forgotten seared through her at the familiar bad boy smile and the heat in his eyes. The intensity of them was unnerving. As if she’d harbored a portion of her childish crush beneath the years of seething anger. All at once her instinctive fear threatened to yank her out of her sensual daze.
No.
It couldn’t be possible.
Could it?
“Luc—”
“You were right, Madison, there’s no more need for words.” He kissed her, using his tongue to deepen his possession. Madison shuddered, her body arching beneath the greedy demand of his hands that stroked over her na**d body. “Just feel.”
Excitement raced through her like wildfire, the sheer force of his demands overriding her annoying inner voice.
Feel…
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his thumbs teasing at her tightened ni**les, and the hair-roughened thigh that slid between her legs to press against her sensitive clitoris. With every caress he spoke of his need for her. His blatant hunger was the finest aphrodisiac, making her wet and ready.
Madison plunged her fingers into his hair, refusing to allow anything to destroy this perfect, wondrous night.
“That’s it, Madison,” he whispered, his lips moving down the curve of her throat. His hand caressed the soft weight of her breast. “Let yourself go.”
“You make my head spin,” she husked.
“I intend to do more than make your head spin.” Nibbling a path over her collarbone, he slid down to suck a nipple between his teeth. He gently bit, making her gasp as the pleasure/pain jolted through her body. He pressed a soft kiss to the tingling nipple, then slid his mouth downward. “I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want you.”
Her heart gave a sharp leap of renegade pleasure at his muttered words before she sternly chastised herself for stupidity. Luc would say anything in bed. It meant nothing.
Instead she focused on the savage pleasure of his touch.