Reclaiming her mouth as she hit the peak, he lifted her hips again, slowing his efforts, dragging his cock in and out of her excruciatingly slowly, hitting that magical spot with laser precision. She bucked and moaned, and when she came down from her high, he rewarded her with more dirty talk. “Your pussy feels so good. I need to taste it.” He moved down her body, nipping, licking, and sucking, until she was writhing and begging for more, on the verge of release. His talented mouth devoured her, his fingers strumming her clit like they were made for it. Heat raced from the tips of her fingers to the ends of her toes, gathering in her core. She felt like the strings of a guitar, pulled too tight, ready to snap. He must have sensed it, because he clutched her hips, an eager growl rumbling up his throat as he took her clit between his teeth, and the world spun away. She cried out, caught in the throes of another orgasm, and he rose up, driving his hard length into her in one thrust.

Her eyes flew open with the immense pleasure. “Again.”

“That’s it, baby.” He thrust hard and fast. “Squeeze my dick. Make me come.”

She was lost in a world of sensations, his filthy words spiraling through her, his magnificent cock working its magic. She grasped at his arms, his back, his head, wherever she could find purchase. His thighs tensed, and his next thrust hurled them both over the edge. Then his mouth was on hers, feasting ravenously, hips grinding and rocking, hands groping, as they rode out their pleasure in a symphony of guttural moans and greedy pleas.

When they finally came back down to earth, they lay with their bodies tangled, a sheen of sweat between them. “Jesus, Blue Eyes. What have you done to me?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He kissed her softly. “It’s seriously never been like this.”

“For me, either,” she panted out. “Maybe we should try it again to see if it was real or we imagined it.”

He buried his face in her neck. “Thank you.”

“For the sex?”

“No. For seeing something in me I had forgotten existed.”

Chapter Fourteen

TOBIAS FOLLOWED MADIGAN through her parents’ middle-class neighborhood and parked at the end of a long driveway beside a large two-story home with a wide front porch, gabled roof, and a breezeway leading to a multicar garage that appeared to have an apartment above it. As he climbed off his motorcycle, he noticed Madigan staring at the motorcycles and cars in the driveway. He set his helmet on the seat and went to her, giving a short rap of his knuckles on her helmet.

She tugged it off and turned with worried eyes. “It was just supposed to be my parents and grandfather, but everyone is here, including my brothers and Maverick’s wife, Chloe. You don’t have to come in.”