Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,369

want to touch every inch of your body. I want to know what your skin tastes like everywhere. Then I want to take you to the edge and then sink inside you as you break apart around me. Over and over again.”

“God you’re killing me.” The first time we had sex had been intense and wild and the second time had been Madden proving a point. But tonight it was different. I could feel it already. And his words stoked the fire building inside me like gasoline.

I slid my hands down and tangled my fingers with his. Then I moved them up until he was cupping my breasts and instead of letting go, I began to squeeze and move mine that rested on top of his.

Madden groaned deep in his throat. His gaze burned into mine and I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his bottom lip. Control shifted and he pressed me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I fell back and his fingers were at the clasp of my pants, pulling them and my panties down over my legs. I lay sprawled on the bed naked while he stood over me completely dressed.

He lifted my legs until my feet rested on the bed then eased my thighs open. I waited, breath stuck in my throat, for him to touch me. When he finally did I groaned in frustration. He made light circles on the inside of my thighs, inches from where I really wanted him to touch. I shifted my hips and chased after his fingertips, but he’d only move them away.

“Touch me,” I ground out. “I…I need to feel you.”

He met my stare and brushed his thumb over my wet folds, sliding his thumb up over my overly sensitized clit. I lifted my bottom half off the bed and cried out when he went back to my thighs. Every nerve ending in my body was strung tight. Between my legs throbbed with need.

“Please, Madden,” I gasped, feeling like I might sob from the unquenched desire.

Again he ran his finger through my wetness and flicked my clit. Stars danced behind my eyelids. He was making me crazy. I begged, pleaded with him to touch me again, but he stood upright and simply looked down at me spread open below him.

I reached for him and he took my hand, then brought it to his mouth and one by one, took my fingers inside. I felt the roughness of his tongue before he nipped the plump flesh at the end of each finger. The whole time he kept his gaze locked with mine.

It was the most intimate thing I had ever experienced and I felt as if I were wide open and raw. Exposed. He gently set my hand on the bed and reached for the buttons on his shirt. One by one they opened until he tugged the ends free from his pants and tossed it aside. His belt came next, then his pants. I heard them hit the floor with a soft thump.

Then he bent down, touching me again, but this time it started at my ankle. By the time he kissed his way to my hip, I couldn’t breathe. Then he did the same thing with my other leg. I moved restlessly on the bed but he didn’t speed up his attention. He took his time and got to know every inch of my body, just like he’d promised.

When his lips finally took mine once more, I arched up and gave him everything I had.

It felt like it had been years—decades—since I’d felt his lips on my lips.

My body shook with need and I knew he could feel it. He brushed his palms over my nipples, whispered words I didn’t even hear through the haze of desire.

He was playing me like a master and I could do nothing but let him.

I thought I couldn’t take anymore, thought that I was at my limit but Madden continued pushing my limits. He flipped me onto my stomach and then followed a path back down my body, nipping and kissing and licking along my spine. Sensation flooded through me and a constant moan filled the room.

I was dripping now.

I lifted my hips and he nibbled his way down over one cheek, then back up the other. I was so wet and desperate for him to touch me where I needed it most, but he avoided the spot between my legs, and instead, ran his lips