Page 84 of The Risk Taker

I snuggle closer, and he shifts, but doesn’t stir. Part of me wants to wake him. I know if I press my naked curves into him or reach beneath the sheets, where they’ve gathered around his waist, revealing the sexy V of his hips, he will wake up. But I hold myself back and let him sleep.

And I try not to focus on the seconds as they continue to pass, each tick taking us one step closer to goodbye.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

OLLIE

Madison and I are two very different people. I’m steady and organized. Goal-oriented. She’s spontaneous and last minute. She’s crazy at times. Like when she stripped down and rode me in the back of my Bronco on Mr. Matthews’s property. Her spontaneity is always exciting, but it used to drive me crazy at times. Lately, I think it’s what I like most about her. She pushes me. When I get too serious, she’s always there, forcing me to move past my comfort zone. She makes life more adventurous and unpredictable. She makes me that way too. I guess that’s what they mean when they say that opposites attract.

Like right now. I’m parking the Bronco at an empty curb in front of a deserted park, a few house lengths down from a cottage-style home in a neighborhood bordering the university. It’s dark outside. It’s late. I just picked Madison up from work. Her car has been acting up, so it’s in the shop right now. And I didn’t want her taking a rideshare or bumming a lift from one of her coworkers. And instead of going home, she convinced me to steer the vehicle into this housing addition without any explanation as to why.

I kill the ignition and turn toward her. “Okay, you got me here. Now what?”

Her eyes sparkle through the darkness as she gives me a mischievous smirk. “You’ll see.”

She slides from the passenger seat and starts to walk toward the nearest home. Her long blonde hair shimmers in the moonlight. I follow her, pausing when she opens the gate and starts walking into the backyard.

“Mads,” I warn, my voice low to remain undetected. But my hand catches the gate before it swings shut.

I glance around, looking for movement in the house, but don’t see any. All the windows are dark. It appears quiet, like the occupants are either sleeping or gone. I move through the gate, closing it quietly behind me.

Adrenaline spikes my blood pressure. I round the corner, looking up for any cameras mounted on the side of the structure. I don’t see any. A patio stretches in front of us with a table and chairs and several loungers. It frames a swimming pool. The soft hum of a pool pump breaks through the silence of the night with the gentle lapping of water against the filters joining it.

“Whose house is this?” I whisper.

She shrugs with that coy smile on her face that lets me know she’s up to no good.

“Mads, you know I can’t get into trouble right now,” I admonish her, imagining the sound of police sirens approaching when someone calls the cops on us for trespassing. And envisioning the Hawks’ response when they find out I’ve been arrested. It’s one thing to be unpredictable. It’s another to break the law.

Despite the risk, my feet stay planted on the concrete.

“Then, let’s not get caught.” She winks.

She watches me as she starts undressing. Her shirt falls to the ground as she toes out of her shoes and then removes her socks. I follow the path of her shorts as they slide down her long legs, taking her panties with them. And then she’s naked. I’m instantly hard.

Any words I thought about speaking are stuck in my throat at the sight of her bare. Her body is perfect under the glow of the moon. Her breasts are soft and lifted. Her nipples are erect, beckoning me from a few feet away. Her hair is long and wavy, flowing down the delicate curves of her spine when she turns around. Her ass is round and tight, tempting me as she walks to the side of the pool and dips her toe in.

My heart rate ratchets up even more at the sight of her smooth skin, unimpeded by clothes, and by the possibility of getting caught at a place we shouldn’t be.

“It feels great,” she tosses over her shoulder, talking about the temperature of the water.

I chuckle as I watch her dive into the deep end and shake my head. She’s a free spirit. She’s reckless and fun.

Madison surfaces, swims up to the side, and places her forearms along the concrete, hiding that body beneath the dark water. She rests her chin on her arms and gazes up at me with a smile.

“You coming in?” she asks.

“How did you find this place?” I counter.

“Stop asking so many questions and strip, Burnham.”

I smirk and look away, hesitating for a moment. I have no idea how she talks me into these situations. Madison is quickly becoming addictive. I have a hard time resisting her. I’ve never been this attracted to another woman before. I physically ache for her daily. But I’m starting to think it’s not just my physical attraction that has me doing crazy things like this.

In the end, I give in. I always seem to give in when it comes to her. I step out of my sliders and drop my nylon basketball shorts. I didn’t bother wearing briefs tonight. My T-shirt is gone in the next second.

Madison whistles low and long as her gaze moves along my body. I’m not shy. I enjoy the way her eyes make my skin tingle as she watches me with a hungry expression. I take my time and let her look her fill. I drop my clothes on the patio next to hers, glance at the dark house once again, and dive in.

The water is still warm from the heat of the day. I’m surprised when I encounter a salty texture rather than chlorine. It smooths across my skin as I glide through the water. I push off the other side and flip onto my back, floating in the middle of the pool as Madison approaches. She treads water next to me.

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