Madison knew how to move her body, letting her hips ripple and dip and pop to the sultry beat. I tracked every movement, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingertips danced over her pebbled skin as she moved.
 
 “Fuck,” I hissed as a whimper spilled out of her.
 
 I needed her.
 
 Now.
 
 Stalking forward, I pressed her into the counter again, sliding my hands behind the backs of her thighs to lift her. Madison gave a little shriek as I dropped her on the countertop. “Ready to get fucked?” I drawled, reinforcing the boundaries between us.
 
 This was sex.
 
 Exclusive friends with benefits.
 
 A clear line was drawn between us.
 
 I gently pushed Madison down on the counter and stepped back, shoving my jeans down my hips and suiting up. Then I moved between her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist, and pushed in slowly, filling her inch by inch.
 
 My heart kicked up a notch, my body vibrating with need, with something much more than simple lust.
 
 This didn’t feel like friends with benefits.
 
 And I didn’t know what the fuck to do about that.
 
 * * *
 
 “Look what the cat dragged in,” Connor said as he caught me slipping into the house via the back door.
 
 “Shit, you scared me.” I dragged a hand down my face. “It’s early. I didn’t think—”
 
 “Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged, nursing a mug of coffee.
 
 “Ella upstairs?” I asked.
 
 “Yeah. Mason and Harper are still sleeping.” I gave him a small nod, went over to the refrigerator and helped myself to a bottle of juice.
 
 “How was Millers?”
 
 “Good. But we missed you.”
 
 I scoffed, “I find that hard to believe.”
 
 “Austin, come on.”
 
 “It’s not exactly my idea of fun playing the seventh wheel.” Leaning back against the counter, I ran a hand back and forth over my head.
 
 “So bring your new friend next time.” Accusation clung to his words as he pinned me with a knowing look.
 
 “It isn’t like that,” I said a little too defensively, trying to lock down my expression.
 
 “Is it Fallon?”
 
 “Fuck no.”
 
 “Okay, keep your secrets.”
 
 “I like her okay, Con,” I admitted. “I really fucking like her.”
 
 I wanted to tell him the truth. To get his advice but what was the point?