hand to my inner thigh. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders when he ran one finger between my legs.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “So wet already, Skylar?”
There was no barrier at all between his touch and my skin. I rocked my hips, pushing myself along his finger. Shocks shot through my body. It wouldn't take much more to spin me over the edge.
“So close aren’t you?” His dark eyes glittered with desire and he swiped his finger over my clit twice. My back arched. Just one more touch. I could feel myself hovering right there, every nerve ending stretched to the limit, ready to let go. My legs trembled. Air staggered in and out of my lungs.
He squeezed my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple through the fabric. It only tightened the bow further.
“Please,” I moaned. Too many hours of teasing had brought me to this point. I needed release.
“Not until I say you can,” he nipped the skin on my shoulder and pulled his hand free. My dress fell back into place and I stared blankly at him, unable to form a thought.
He took my hand and tugged me out of the elevator. My legs were wobbly and I stumbled behind him. The highs and lows were killing me. I wanted to scream in frustration.
As soon as we were in the room, he let go and started pulling at his tie.
“Is this a game? See how many times you can get me right to the edge before I crack?” I kicked off my shoes and yanked the pins out of my hair. Madden pulled the tie free and tossed it on a chair. His gaze never strayed from mine. His suit jacket followed. Every movement was controlled, precise. He undid the buttons on his cuffs then loosened the first four before reaching behind and pulling his dress shirt up over his head.
I paused with one earring in my fingers.
Last night I had only seen him from behind. That view was impressive but nothing compared to what I saw right now. His chest was broad and hard with ridges running down over his abdomen like a ladder. Fine hair sprinkled over his lower abs and a trail of it disappeared beneath his dress pants. Every move he made cause a ripple effect that had me mesmerized.
He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. They slithered down his legs and he stepped out of them and his shoes.
Naked now except for a pair of black boxers that hugged his body like a second skin, his huge erection strained against the fabric. He advanced like a panther, barely restrained power radiating from him.
He stopped less than a foot from me. “I want you naked.”
He didn’t ask me, he told me. For one second, I thought about saying no, but then I remembered his demands in the elevator. In this room, I was his. I reached behind me and found the short zipper along my lower back. It was all that held the dress in place.
The straps slid off my shoulders, then the dress fell in a silky pool on the floor.
Madden reached out and traced one finger in a lazy circle around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He did the same to the other side, avoiding the now hardened tip. The desire that had cooled suddenly sprang to life again.
Despite the heat of the night, I shivered.
“You are beautiful, Skylar.” His gaze rose until I was looking into intensely dark eyes “And tonight, you’re mine. Come here.”
I took a step forward and now we were only an inch apart. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly up my sides. They danced over my shoulders, up my neck, and one hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, holding me still.
Madden lowered his head and his lips ghosted over my jaw. I closed my eyes with a low moan when he nipped at my earlobe. Moisture built between my legs and I shifted, trying for any amount of friction there.
Madden dropped his free hand and dug his fingers into my hip, anchoring me, keeping me from moving at all. He sucked on the skin just under my ear and my legs began trembling. I wanted to touch him, to taste him like he was doing to me, but I couldn’t. Not while he held me in place.
“The way you react to my touch makes me crazy,” he said against my neck. “So many things