The driver shut the door and they were bathed in the soft glow of an overhead light.
She shook her head, clutching her hands in her lap.
“Good,” he said. “I'm much too impatient to let you drink it anyway.”
He reached for her and pulled her slender body against his. He always worried that he was too rough with her. He felt he should be gentle, but she liked the rough stuff. Begged for harsh treatment. It excited her. Made her insane with lust. Adam wrapped his hand around her hair at her nape and pulled her head back so he could suckle her throat and collarbones.
“Adam,” she whispered, “should we be doing this here?”
He slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders, revealing more flesh for him to feast upon. “Absolutely.”
There was no way he'd make it through the concert tonight in his current state. Hell, he wouldn't even make it through the sound check. A quickie in the limo to make up for their missed opportunity in the restaurant’s restroom wasn't ideal, but he was under a time constraint. He'd take his time with her later. Worship her body the way it was meant to be worshipped. Give her all the pleasure she deserved, because it was the one thing he did have to offer.
Adam kissed a path from the beauty mark beneath her left eye to her ear. “You have me ready to explode already,” he said. “I can't think of anything but being inside you.” Twenty-four hours a day.
A rush of air escaped Madison’s sensual lips. “Yes.” She shifted her hands under her dress and slipped her panties down her thighs. “Take them off.”
“Woman, you tempt me beyond reason.” He yanked off her black cowboy boots and tugged her panties down her legs. After he'd tossed the scrap of lavender-colored satin aside, he ran his hands up her thighs, drawing the skirt of her dress to her waist. Her bare butt rested against the edge of the pliable leather seat; her legs extended out across the spacious floorboard.
Adam knelt between her thighs and drank in the sight of her exposed flesh. She'd completely shaved her pubic region. The first time he’d eaten her out—on her office desk—he'd told her that he liked a clean-shaven pu**y. She’d been mortified that he’d had to pause several times to remove stray hairs from his tongue. The next time he’d seen her, she’d gone Brazilian. He’d made her confess that she’d shaved herself before their appointment, hoping they’d go all the way in her office. After she’d admitted she been fantasizing about him f**king her for weeks, he hadn’t disappointed her. Her office had been a complete wreck by the time he’d finished banging her on every available surface. A year and copious tumbles later, she still made his blood run hot.
Adam gazed at her feminine folds for a long moment, his mouth watering with anticipation. So sweet. So pure. So his. He committed the view to memory, knowing he’d have plenty of inspiration the next time he sat down with his drawing pad and charcoal pencil. He loved to draw her body from memory.
Unexpectedly, Madison’s hands shifted to cover her mound, blocking the glorious sight of her sex. Such beauty should be celebrated, not hidden. He looked up at her and found her blushing, her gaze trained somewhere above his head.
“Don't stare at me like that,” she whispered. “It's embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing? It's beautiful. The most beautiful thing God ever created.” He urged her hands away and her knees farther apart. She scarcely resisted. Under his attention, her pu**y grew redder, more swollen, wetter. Making her do things that she normally wouldn’t always turned her on, and seeing her in this state had his c**k straining his zipper. He had to have her. Now.
Adam unfastened his fly and pulled out his stiff and throbbing cock. “The only thing that could possibly be more beautiful . . . ” He rubbed the head of his dick over her warm, slippery folds, brushing her clit, teasing her opening until she shuddered. “ . . . is seeing it filled with me.”
He entered her a few inches to prove his point, but got lost in sensation. His eyes drifted closed. Bliss.
“Adam?”
He opened his eyes, expecting her to be flushed with pleasure, but found her chewing on the end of her finger, looking uncertain.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands sliding over her hips, thumbs drawing upward along her hip bones.
He thrust deeper and glanced down to watch her hot sheath swallow his cock. His balls tightened. Fuck, he wouldn't last long. He wasn't sure what was about her that shredded his usual control.
Adam pulled back and plunged deeper, watching her body accept him. He loved how her flesh adjusted to his. Relished how her body was designed to give his ultimate pleasure. He wanted her to feel as much as she gave. Adam rubbed his fingertips over her clit to help her find release quickly. Later he'd tease her. Touch her. Please her. Later. Now, now he just had to f**k her. As he withdrew again, his cock, slick with her juices, was revealed an inch at a time, and then her pu**y engulfed it as he thrust forward again.
Madison grabbed one of the chains Adam wore around his neck and pulled. “Adam!” she cried.
He tore his gaze from where their bodies were joined in splendid perfection. She wasn't looking at him; her horrified blue eyes were focused on the side window. “He can see us.”
They were stopped in traffic. The driver in the next car was staring straight at them. Adam knew there was no way the man could see through the dark tint on the limo’s glass. “He can't see us, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure?”
Adam presented the dude with a stiff middle finger. The guy's curious expression didn't change. “I'm sure,” Adam said.
She turned her head to look at him.
“You're not comfortable doing it here, are you?” he asked.
“It’s just . . . I feel really exposed. Everything is showing out here in public.”
He didn’t consider this public, but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. He knew she had issue with public displays of affection. She probably didn’t want pictures of her getting intimate with a guy like him showing up in the tabloids. He couldn’t blame her. But when they were alone together—even in a place like a locked restroom in an Italian restaurant—all that shyness vanished. She became an uninhibited, sensual creature who wanted to experience everything he gave her. Must be the windows giving her pause. Even though no one could see in, she could see out.
“Baby, I promise no one can see in through those windows.”
“Maybe if . . . ” She pulled her skirt down to hide the spectacular view he'd been enjoying.