Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,355

parted under his fingers and his mouth was on me. Teeth grazed over the sensitive tips of my nipples and my head fell back. Warmth pooled between my legs.

His hand slid up the inside of my thigh and I had to lean against the table. How long before room service knocked on the door? Madden moved to the other side and bit down. I groaned through the sting of pain.

“You are one of the most responsive women I’ve known.” As if to prove his point, he moved his hand between my legs and slid two fingers inside me. “So wet. So ready. Would you like to come again?”

That was like asking if I’d like to breathe again. “Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”

He moved his hands in and out of me and pressed his thumb against my clit. I clenched around him, already feeling the start of my orgasm building. I tried to rock my hips but he stopped.

“Don’t move,” he said before closing his lips around my nipple again.

He used his teeth and fingers to drive me mercilessly towards the edge. In the haze of desire, I heard a knock on the door. I whimpered. He would stop now. Except he didn’t. His fingers plunged in and out, stroking that spot just inside where every nerve ending was centered. I could feel it starting. My legs shook and I had to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling.

“Oh god,” I crooned. It was right there. So close. I forced my eyes to open and stared down at him. The hard panes of his face were strained as he met my stare. I knew what he wanted.

It was a game of control, one that he won every time.

My breath hitched. “Can I come now, Madden?”

His eyes went black. “Yes,” he growled around my breast.

I threw back my head and his fingers took me over the edge. I cried out his name, over and over as spasms rocked through my body and I came apart around his fingers. Tears burned the back of my eyes. The pleasure he pulled from me was almost too much to bear.

The knock came again, more hesitant this time. “Room service,” a voice called out softly.

Madden slowed his fingers before sliding them out. He looked as though he might say something, but instead nudged my head down and brushed his lips over mine. “Go ahead and get cleaned up. I’ll answer the door.”

Raw emotion had clogged my throat so I nodded and went into the bathroom.

When I came back out a few minutes later, robe tied securely around my waist again, the table was set and silver platters covered most of the small surface.

“Given your affinity for food, I ordered a little of everything,” Madden said. He had only a cup of coffee in front of him.

“You’re not eating?” I slid into the chair opposite him. I should have felt mortified given that I’d just climaxed all over his fingers, but I didn’t. I felt...happy. The indulgent smile he gave me as I opened the trays warmed me in a different way.

“I ate earlier. But please, help yourself,” he said, sitting back in his chair.

I dipped my fork into every single dish convinced that the last bite was the best one, only to find the next was even better.

As my stomach filled, I glanced at Madden here and there, watching as he watched me. I thought about all the things we’d done together, and a strange doubt clouded my mind.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, after swallowing my most recent, delectable bite.

“I won’t promise I’ll answer, but go ahead.”

My cheeks burned as I began speaking, but I forged ahead regardless. “The night I saw you, in your office, I just thought...you kept saying you liked to be in control and I guess I expected…” I knew my cheeks were pink.

There was no easy way to ask a man why he hadn’t tied you up and blindfolded you during sex.

“You expected whips and chains?” he said, his voice suddenly devoid of emotion. I glanced up and his eyes had the same dead look.

“It’s not important. I’m sorry I said anything. Last night was...the best night of my life.” I reached out and laid my hand over his. He stared down at it, his eyebrows drawn down. My question had changed his mood immediately. “Madden?” I said, but he didn’t reply.

His phone buzzed and he slid his hand out from under mine. “Jenna?” he answered.

As he listened,