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Madison looks at me from under her lashes. “It is.” She swallows. “Would you…?”

I capture her hand and bring those delicate fingers up to my lips. “Would I what?”

“I mean, if I did, would you want to see me again? For more than four hours?” There’s a spark of humor in her eyes, but I can feel the vulnerability in the slight tremble of her hand in mine.

“I want to seeallof you, angel. If you move here, you may never be rid of me.” My old fears choose that moment to creep in. What if I have a spell and she sees it? What if she can’t handle a man who isn’t as strong as she thinks? I should talk to her about it. I know that, but I can’t bring myself to say the words.

Unaware of my internal war, Madison rises to her knees and slowly straddles my lap. “What if I want to see all of you, Ezra?”

Her hot center comes down over my cock, with precious little fabric between us. My dick hardens, eager to answer her question. Gripping her hips, I grind our bodies together so she feels what she does to me. “My body is yours. Anything you want, any way you want. But I have to warn you—there’s only one bed. So if you don’t want to share it, tell me now. Because the more I taste of your sweetness, the harder it gets to restrain myself.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing? Restraining yourself? Even when you kissed me against the wall at the depot?”

A rumble of pleasure rises from my chest at the memory of her in that sequined fuck-me dress. I circle her neck in a gentle grip, rubbing my thumb along her jaw line. “Then and every second since.”

Her eyes darken and a flush spreads across her cheeks. “Don’t,” she whispers. Madison touches my hand surrounding her neck, then closes the distance between us and kisses me, tugging on my lower lip.

Jesus this woman unhinges me. It’s sexy as fuck.

“You want me to kiss you, Madison?”

“Yes. Everywhere.”

Can’t deny her that, not when I want it as much as she does. I lean back long enough to unbutton my shirt and peel it off, dropping it somewhere on the floor. Her hands move over my chest, stroking, feeling every inch.

Gripping her hips, I slide her forward over my cock, savoring her gasp, then I pull her head down and kiss her hard. She matches every stroke of my tongue, but it’s not enough. I want everything she’ll give me, for as long as she’s here.

This is madness, but it feels like love.

Chapter Ten

Madison

He’s holding back. Ican feel the tremor in his chest and shoulders as he restrains his actions. So he isn’t rushing me?

I’ve waited my whole life to feel like this. Ezra makes me feel beautiful and special. He worries for me, and though he still has secrets, old wounds he hasn’t shared, I know that in time, he will. It’s there in every kiss and lingering touch.

My fingers are trembling as they go to the first button on my flannel shirt and slide it from the hole. His golden gaze locks on the skin being revealed and his breath audibly hitches. It’s a powerful feeling, the connection I have with this big man. I rush through the next few buttons, eager for his touch.

At the last hole, Ezra grumbles something, pushes my hands away and yanks the fabric apart, sending the last button flying.Then his hands are on me, shaping my body and cupping my breasts.

“Red looks good on you, angel. Did you wear this just for me?” He slides a finger under the shimmery cup of my bra, the touch caressing.

“Yes.” The bra and panty set was a gift to myself. A reward for making the right decision even though it was difficult and meant ending my career. It’s the first time I’ve worn it because I was saving it for a special occasion.

“Stand up. Let me see the rest.” He helps me stand, and the flannel slides off my shoulders to pool on the floor.

His regard feels like a heated caress on my skin. Everywhere he looks, my body tingles. I thought the first time I stood nearly naked in front of a man I would feel self-conscious. I’m not thin and Ezra is all muscle. All I feel is desire as he takes in my bra and the tiny matching panties.

He leans forward slowly, and right before he places a kiss over the fabric, our eyes meet. I feel that touch from my heart all the way to my core. My nipples harden and wetness floods between my legs.

His hand drops behind my knee, lifting one leg up to the couch cushion. He feathers kisses along my thigh while sliding my sock off, then follows the same process with the other side.

“Let me touch you, angel. Give me a taste of heaven.”

I reach behind my back for the clasp on the bra, breath uneven, imagining what it will feel like to have his muscled form over mine, pressing me down into a soft mattress, holding my hands over my head while he—

Cooper snorts loudly from his spot a few feet away in front of the fire.

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