Page 157 of Bossy Hero

Dammit all to hell.

My eyes roll back when a coil of pleasure begins to release, fluttery tingles skating through me. I can’t stop it. And he must know it because his pressure on my clit intensifies, propelling me the rest of the way over the edge of bliss.

I keen in ecstasy, thrashing into his touch and slamming my thighs together to hold his hand in place as I ride it out.

He talks me through it, heightening my euphoria as only he can. “There it is. Give it to me, Maddie baby.”

When my hips grow still, I force out my faux irritation through choppy breaths. “Alan. You. Cheater.”

His laugh fills the air, rich like velvet. “I didn’t cheat. It isn’t my fault I know your body so well.”

I start stroking him again now that my awareness has returned. “You sure do. That was amazing.”

He peels my fingers back one by one, removing my hand from his rigid cock. “I’m gonna finish inside you. Give you every drop. Right fucking now.”

Double gulp.

“Yes, please.”

Rather than moving us into a new position, his impatience has him pulling my top leg over his hip. He positions the tip of his cock at my entrance, then grabs my lower back to pull me all the way down his length in one smooth motion. There’s a controlled frenzy to his movements. It’s as if he’s trying to show restraint but rapidly losing the battle.

We grind in small circles, moving faster and faster. With his arm wrapped around me, he keeps me close and uses the swell of my hips as leverage to thrust into me.

Unable to keep my mouth off him, I pull his lips to mine. Usually, I’m the louder one, but he’s beginning to sound like a beast.

And I love every second of it.

I break the kiss, cup his cheeks, and hold his face close to mine. The connection between us is somehow stronger than it’s ever been. I want to watch him come apart, exploding inside me.

And when he finally succumbs to his climax, the view is better than I could have imagined. Is it possible I’ve never seen him orgasm before? Perhaps my eyes are usually closed, or it’s too dark. Such a waste.

He’s magnificent. The sheer bliss pouring from his eyes as he struggles to keep them open, ultimately losing the fight. The wrinkle of his forehead and furrowed brow. And the way he clamps his lip between his teeth.

I’ve never seen anything sexier than Alan Lancaster awash in carnal rapture.

We lie together in sated contentment for a long time, greedily drinking up the other’s touch. He lovingly skims his hand along my spine, and I curl myself around his chest. Thoughts swirl through my mind, getting louder and more insistent as the seconds tick by.

If he can love my body this much, maybe I can start to love it too.

Scars and all.

“Alan, can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Have you forgiven me for my past?”

He stiffens and pulls me tighter against him. “I don’t know what you?—”

I offer a better explanation. “I mean everything in my past. Staying with Travis after he hurt me. Letting him hurt my children. Not running away with you the first chance I got. Not telling you I love you sooner. Keeping us a secret for so long. Not moving in with you. Not accepting your proposal.” My voice quavers. “All of it. Is that forgivable?”

He doesn’t answer right away. My stomach fills with dread.

Suddenly, his hand resumes caressing me, and my apprehension gradually lessens.

“Maddie, I’d like to say I hold nothing against you. And for most of what you just said, it would be true. I know so much of your past wasn’t your fault. You’ve told me about your childhood and how Travis treated you. Some women never escape that type of cycle. I’m proud of you for finally breaking free. And I love how much you try to atone for the past regarding your children and grandchildren. You’re a loving presence in their lives. It’s something you should be proud of.”

My throat grows thick, and my sinuses sting with looming tears. I physically can’t speak, and I don’t know what to say anyhow. So I remain silent, clinging to him like a lifeline.

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