“Now that I’ve got an image of you pleasuring yourself in my head, I’m thinking I should’ve brought four.” That jealousy was still clinging to him, and he was determined to erase the memory of any man that had touched her before him. The need was so visceral, he went with it and didn’t allow himself to think about why.

“Why do you have that image in your head?” she asked as he came down over her.

“Self-care.” He arched a brow.

Her cheeks flamed. “I didn’t mean that.”

He rocked the base of his cock against her clit, and she sighed longingly. “Are you telling me you didn’t lie in this bed last night remembering the feel of my mouth on you and how hard you came?” Her breathing hitched. “That you didn’t lie here thinking about fucking me and get so wet you had to take things into your own hands?”

She swallowed hard, clamping her mouth shut.

He’d gone through the same torture. He’d been dying to see her, to touch her, to kiss her, eat her, fuck her, and it had taken everything he had not to text her.

“Thought so.” He angled his hips, the base of his shaft brushing along her wetness. He dragged his tongue over the seam of her lips. “After tonight, you won’t be able to forget the feel of me, and you can guarantee I’ll be thinking about you naked and on your knees, that sexy mouth of yours sucking me off, for weeks to come.”

Her lips parted with a needy sigh. “And will you…?”

“Fuck yeah, I will. Or maybe I’ll hit you up for a little fun.”

The sweet smile that earned stirred something deep inside him. He tried to shove that feeling away and regain control, but it lingered. Fuck. “Time to turn off your brain, and let me give your pussy the ride of a lifetime.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her ravenously as he ground against her. She moaned and rocked, her every sound making him ache to be inside her, but her mouth was so sweet and hot, he couldn’t get enough. He continued feasting on her, her arousal coating his balls, her moans pulling greedy sounds from his lungs. She was so wet and ready, but as much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to hear her desire for him even more. He shifted his weight, using his hand between her legs. She moaned, her hips rocking as he teased over her wetness, tangling his other hand in her hair, knowing just how to make her come. She’d gotten off when he’d pinned her hands to the mattress the other night, and after the way she’d swallowed like a champ, he had a feeling there was a lot more to sweet Madigan yet to be discovered.