Night with Sole Regret

TEMPT ME XVI

“I’m glad you told me, but sweetheart, if another man touched you, I'd have to break his face. And his nuts. Both arms. All of his fingers. His f*****g neck.”

Her brow twisted with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“I want to make your fantasies a reality, baby. But I'm not sure I can handle giving you that one. Let me think about it. Maybe Owen would . . . ”

“Owen? Wait.” Her eyes widened and her hands flew up to cover her gaping mouth. “You didn’t think I wanted two real c***s at once, did you?”

Isn’t that what she had said?

“Oh God, no. Adam, I can’t even think about being with another man.”

Adam almost dissolved into a puddle of relief on the floor.

“I wondered if you’d . . . ” She covered her mouth with one hand so that he barely heard her request. “ . . . wear a strap-on for me.”

Fuck, he’d wear three strap-ons if it turned her on.

She shook her head as if horrified by her own words. “Forget I said that,” she said. “Maybe a butt plug will be enough.”

He laughed—not at her, but in relief—and stood from his kneeling position. He drew her body against his length. “You've become so much more open since we first met. I doubt you even knew what a butt plug was and now you're talking about using them. And a strap-on? Where did that come from, Madi?”

“I saw one in the catalog when I ordered my eight-inch dildo.” Her face reddened to a deeper shade. “Oh God. I can’t believe I told you that.”

Damn, if she kept looking all sweet and flustered while she said such naughty things, he was going to bust the zipper right out of his pants.

“Have you tried it on yourself when you masturbate?” he asked. “One toy up your p***y and another up your ass?”

She shook her head and, unable to meet his eyes, talked to the loop of chain at the base of his neck. “I’ve thought about doing it, but . . . I like trying things for the first time with you.”

He crushed her against his chest and kissed her forehead. “Baby, I wish I had something with me to give you what you want, but I don’t.”

“That’s okay. I shouldn’t have—”

He squeezed her tighter. “Yes, you should have. I’m glad you can tell me your fantasies.” And as far as fantasies went, that one wasn’t too extreme. He could give her that one. Letting another man touch her? Not happening.

“You've made me naughty, Adam Taylor.”

He chuckled, his heart warming in his chest. “You're going to blame this on me?”

She nodded. “It’s your fault I’m so horny all the time.”

He had no problem taking the blame for that.

“You should take responsibility for making me like this.”

“Hmm.” He glanced reflectively at the ceiling. “I thought we’d already established that I’m irresponsible.”

“You have to start somewhere.”

“You’re right. Okay, I take complete responsibility for your horniness and your naughtiness.”

She snuggled into his chest. “And what are you going to do about it?”

“When we see each other next week, I’ll bring you a surprise,” he said. “You’re going to find out what being f****d with two c***s feels like.”

She tugged away, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She gave him a quick squeeze. “Oh, I love you.” Her breath caught and she covered her mouth in horror. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

His heart, which had been about to burst with happiness half a second before, twisted in his chest. “You didn’t?”

She shook her head. But he had hope. Because she hadn’t said she didn’t mean those three amazing words. Just that she hadn’t meant to say them.

“That’s too bad,” he said. “I’ve been trying to say that to you all night.”

She stared at him—eyes wide, mouth agape. “W-what?”

“Madison.” He cupped her face with one hand and stared down into her wide, blue eyes. Say it, asshole. Just say it. He swallowed. “Madison?” His voice cracked. He took a deep shaky breath. “Madison, I love you.”

Tears flooded her eyes, and she squeezed them shut. What? What did that mean? Oh God, if she dumped him after he’d found the balls to tell her he loved her, it would kill him.

This much happiness couldn’t be right. Joy flowed through Madison from head to toe. “Oh, Adam, I love you so much!”

She reached for him, seeking his mouth to seal their declarations. She kissed him once on the lips. Once on the chin. Repeatedly at the base of his neck between his collarbones. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

He wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked breathlessly.

“Because . . . Because I didn’t think you wanted anything serious.”

“There you go thinking again. Have I ever done anything that made you feel I didn’t adore you?”

She looked up at him, and she could see it—adoration—in his eyes.

“Kennedy said—”

“I’m not Kennedy.”

“But Owen told me—”

He lifted an eyebrow at her.

She lowered her gaze. “I know you’ve been with other women.”

“I can’t deny that.”

Her heart squeezed up into her throat until she thought it would suffocate her.

“But that was before I realized I love you,” he said. “I couldn’t figure out why I was losing interest in s*x. Not with you.” He tucked her hair behind one ear and gently stroked her cheek. “When you’re around, all I can think about is s*x. But any other woman I was with didn’t do for much me. My performance has been—how do I say this—subpar.”

She frowned up at him, confused.

He flushed and stared over the top of her head. “Not every time, but um, limp noodle?”

“You mean you couldn’t get a boner?” She’d thought erect and ready was pretty much a permanent condition for him.

He laughed. “Hey, easy on the ego, babe. The past few months I haven’t slept around much at all. I was always wishing whoever I was with was you and when it wasn’t . . . ” He cringed. “I guess the little head figured it out before the big head did.”

That made her feel marginally better. “I can’t even think of being with anyone but you. I’ve felt that way since the first time you made love to me on my desk.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I didn’t realize you had such strong feelings for me, Madison. It’s a good thing that you waited to tell me until I understood what I was feeling, or I probably would’ve been an i***t and dumped you for pressuring me.”

“I was afraid of that.” Her heart thudded, because she needed to pressure him now. She had to put her conditions all out on the table. Let him know exactly what she wanted. “I want to be with you, Adam, I do. I can’t even express how much I want to be with you. I just . . . ” She licked her lips, her mouth impossibly dry all of a sudden. She pushed forward with what she had to say. “I love you, but I can’t be with someone who sleeps around on me or even tries to sleep around.” God, it was hard to think she might have to give him up when she’d just heard him speak the words she never thought he’d say to her. “If you can’t be mine alone, I can’t be with you at all.”

She took a deep breath and waited.

He gazed into her eyes for seconds that felt like days.

“I can be faithful to you, Madison. I will be. It won’t even be a challenge. Do you believe me?”

How could she not when he looked at her with such promise? And love. Overcome with emotion, she blinked back tears. Adam loved her. He pledged to be faithful to her. And he loved her. He loved her.

Even more baffling, she believed him. Believed in him. Believed in them. She didn’t have to let him go after tonight. He was hers. All hers.

“I do,” she said.

His eyes widened, and then he chuckled. “Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”

She flushed. “I wasn’t thinking marriage I-dos or anything,” she said. “I meant, I do believe you. I do believe you’ll be faithful. I do believe we can make this work.”

He squeezed her against him so tightly, she could scarcely draw breath. “We’ll make it work,” he said. “We have to. I can’t live without you.”

Face buried in his strong chest, Madison inhaled his scent, drawing it deep into her lungs. She wished more of him were within her. Wished all of him were within her. She wanted to be as close to him as physically possible. “Can we take that bath now?” she asked hopefully.

He laughed and released her just enough to gaze down into her eyes. “I do stink, don't I?”

She shook her head. “That's not why. I like the way you smell.” She pictured him with his ink-decorated skin all exposed, and her n*****s tightened in anticipation. “I just want an excuse to get naked with you.”

He smiled and touched the tip of his nose to hers. “You don’t need an excuse.”

He reached behind her and unfastened her bra with practiced ease. He stripped the garment from her body and gazed down at her exposed breasts. “Beautiful.” He sank down and sucked her n****e into his hot mouth, rubbing the sensitive tip with his tongue. She fisted her hands in his thick hair and allowed her head to drop back in wonder. He released her n****e with a loud sucking sound and turned his attention to her other breast. Fingers of pleasure licked through her breasts, down her quivering belly and to the juncture between her thighs. Her p***y tightened with need.

“Oh God, Adam, I need your c**k inside me.”