“Never,” Maddie agreed. “Only pleasure.” She moved lower, grasping the elastic of his boxers and smoothly slid them down to his thighs.
Sam lifted his hips, allowing her to remove them.
“Don’t move too much,” she reminded him as her hand grasped his cock, moving sensuously along his shaft.
“Right,” he heaved, lifting his pelvis for her stroking hand.
Slipping further down so her face was at his hips, she asked, “Can I taste you? Please?”
There was nothing she wanted more than to taste Sam’s essence, but she didn’t want to do it without permission. Not until he was used to being touched with love instead of violence and malice.
“Will it feel as f**king good as your fingers?” he asked, his voice graveled.
“Better,” she answered with a smile.
“Then for God’s sake take me in your mouth,” he demanded.
Maddie relaxed, lowering her mouth to his cock, determined to make this a good experience for Sam. She wasn’t exactly experienced, but she was a doctor and knew her anatomy and what would feel good.
She sighed and opened her mouth to finally taste his cock.
*****
Sam shuddered as Maddie took him between her lips, her tongue swirling around the head before immersing his member into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. The sensation nearly had him coming before she had barely begun.
Maddie. Maddie. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to claim me forever.
There were no ghosts from his past haunting him. He knew who held him enthralled, whose sweet, soft lips were wrapped around his cock, driving him nearly insane with yearning.
His battered body probably should have been aching, but the only thing he could feel was the exquisite, mind-blowing erotic pleasure of Maddie’s tongue stroking along the sensitive tip of his cock, twirling downward and finally taking a long suck like his dick was a lollipop.
Christ! How have I lived without this? How have I survived without her?
Truth was, he had barely existed without her, living every day in survival mode, immersing himself in work and acquiring power, so much control that he would never be vulnerable again. Only to this particular woman had he ever been vulnerable and still was. Did he care? Oh, hell no. He f**king needed her, and when he had seen his whole life teetering on that staircase earlier in the evening he had realized that he would never live through losing her again.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched her in the moonlight, her bright hair illuminated as she bobbed up and down on him. Perspiration poured from his face as she licked and sucked, setting his entire body on fire. He shuddered as her pace quickened, her lips tightening around him.
Sam collapsed back against the pillows with a groan, unable to keep himself from spearing his fingers into her hair and guiding her mouth up and down his cock, the erotic sensations bombarding him. He was lost, conflicted between wanting to pull her up and bury himself inside her to claim her or let her go on making him crazy with her mouth.
Mine.
No other woman had ever wanted to please him like this with no motivation other than love.
She loves me. Christ. I’m a lucky son of bitch.
His c**k pulsated and he groaned with abandon as her sweet lips tormented him, up and down, until he was mad with yearning.
So far gone, he never even flinched when her soft hand caressed his balls gently and moved to his ass, her finger gently moving into his anus. She didn’t go far, just far enough to send him over the edge, the gentle caress with the tip of her finger so erotic that his head nearly exploded as his warm release flooded her mouth.
“Maddie. Fuck!” he groaned, completely gone. His woman had sucked him dry and he was bucking with his explosive orgasm.
Panting, he yanked her up and over him, desperate for the feel of her warm body plastered against his.
“No. Sam. I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, resisting. She settled next to him, her hand resting lightly on his forehead, stroking the hair away from his soaked forehead.
“Then don’t ever leave me. That would kill me,” he answered, trying to get air in and out of his lungs.
Somehow, Sam felt like every moment of his life had been leading up to this, to her finally belonging to him.
“Take it easy. Relax. Your ribs were bruised,” Maddie answered, her voice concerned.
She had just turned his world upside down, and she expected him to relax? “There hasn’t ever been a moment since we met that I didn’t want you, Sunshine. Not ever. I wanted you back then, but I didn’t feel like I was good enough for you.”
She sighed softly. “I loved you then too. Just the way you were, Sam.”
Sam’s heart thundered against the wall of his chest and he wondered if he’d ever get used to her saying those words to him. He didn’t think so. “Tell me again,” he demanded. “Say it.”
“I love you, Sam Hudson. I always have,” she answered with a smile in her voice.
“We’re getting married. Soon.” He pulled her tighter against him and grunted with satisfaction as her warm body melted into him. “Don’t move.”
“I think you’re the most stubborn man on the planet,” she said indignantly.
“You love me. You know you do,” he grunted.
“Yeah. I do,” she breathed softly against his shoulder.
Damn. Her answer is so much better than Simon’s.
Sam yawned, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the tempo of Maddie’s breath slowing against his shoulder, knowing she was falling asleep. He lay there for a moment, his eyes closed, savoring the feel of happiness and inner peace, and then he slept.
Chapter 14
Several days later, Sam entered Maddie’s silent house, flipping on the lights as he went, determined to make it back to his house before she arrived home from work. He was cooking a special dinner for her and he had finally found the perfect ring to put on her finger, a heart-shaped diamond surrounded by smaller stones and set in platinum. He had picked it up from the jeweler today, and he was eager to put it on her finger, branding her as his forever.
Looking around her cozy home, he could almost feel the warmth of her personality flowing through the living room, and he was positive he could scent her essence in the air.
This house feels like Maddie.
He wandered the home for a few moments, taking in the mementos and figurines she must have collected through the years, things that would soon find a resting place in his house.
She makes my house feel like a home.
Maddie had stayed with him since his accident, catering to his every need except the most urgent one. He wanted her so badly, needed to bury himself inside of her warmth so desperately, that he was restless and edgy. His body was healed. Although he was still black and blue in some places, he didn’t hurt anymore. The only thing aching was his cock, and Madeline was the only person who could take care of that particular ailment, one he planned on curing tonight before he went completely insane.