He tasted familiar, like coffee and mint, and she pressed closer, curling her fingers into his hair as their tongues worked. Their breathing echoed through the tiny space, mouths working in tandem, competing for dominance. Then he kissed her harder, his lips unforgiving against hers, relentlessly seeking her pleasure as his hands wandered.
“Upstairs.” He dropped kisses along her jaw. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Her mind rejected the idea of leaving. Now. Right here.
While she wasn’t keen on being surprised, she liked the idea of surprising Harrison. It was reminiscent of the changing room, a quiet, secret place where they could do all manner of wickedness together, where her inexperience and clumsy attempts at seduction wouldn’t be quite so humiliating. She’d enjoyed catching him unawares that day, hearing his breath catch and feel his body tremble as her fingers explored him.
Also, there was something she’d been dying to try, but hadn’t worked up the nerve during their wedding night. Here in the near dark seemed like the perfect opportunity to make her first attempt.
Taking a small step back, she lifted her skirts . . . and sank to her knees.
The ground was hard and unforgiving under her bones but she hardly cared. Her face was directly in front of his groin, where the most enticing erection tented her husband’s trousers.
“Oh, God,” he wheezed. “What are you doing?”
She reached for the fastenings, intent on getting to his skin as quickly as possible. He stayed her hands. “Does this have to do with my surprise this morning? Because you needn’t do this to thank me.”
Meeting his gaze, she pushed his hands away. “I am doing this because I want to, and because I hope you’ll like it.”
His arms hung loosely at his sides as she started unbuttoning his clothing. When the placket of his trousers hung open, she reached in to unfasten his suspenders, first one side, then the other. The trousers slithered to the floor, wool gathering at his ankles.
“Mads, what if Farley needs to retrieve a coat? Or someone comes to the door?”
Though it seemed highly improbable, the idea they might get caught sent lust streaking up her thighs and through her sex. “Then I guess you must be quick.”
“Oh, shit,” he breathed, his voice thick and rough.
She focused on the tiny buttons of his undergarment, pausing after a few to drag her palm over the stiff length of him. He groaned and grabbed on to the wooden rod holding up the coats. “Faster. Before I spill in my clothes.”
After loosening enough buttons, she took him out and admired the thick shaft. Her fingers didn’t quite meet as she circled the base, the skin so smooth and warm in her palm. Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting the salty fluid gathered there. Then she licked him, and his hips shot forward as his body jerked.
“Take me in your mouth, she-devil,” he growled.
Suppressing a smile at the nickname, she did as instructed, sliding the length of him past her lips and onto her tongue. It was not what she’d expected. His penis was hard and soft at the same time, like velvet stretched over bedrock, but sweet, like Harrison.
He gasped. “Look at me.”
She tilted her face up, and the intensity that blazed down at her sent sparks along her spine. He stared at her mouth as if mesmerized. He likes to watch me do this. Not looking away, she repeated the motion two or three times, loving the way his breathing hitched on every pass. Then she swirled her tongue over the crown, noting how he hissed a curse when she paid attention to the underside.
Pretend it’s a tennis match and you have to learn everything you can about your opponent.
She filed his reactions away, what worked and what didn’t. She would become proficient at this, no matter what.
His thighs began to shake. “Suck hard. Take me deep.”
She brought him to the back of her mouth while still watching him, and his chest heaved, his hooded gaze locked on her mouth. “That’s it, beautiful. Faster now.”
Holding the base with one hand, she moved quicker, setting a steady pace. His hips began to rock and she tried to bring him deeper each time. It was a challenge to see how much she could take. He didn’t look away, barely blinking, and she dedicated herself to the task, determined to see and hear him unravel.
He began grunting softly with each thrust, and one hand found its way into her hair, cupping her head gently. “Oh, God. Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. I am close . . . so goddamn close.”
Her rebellious Fifth Avenue husband had a dirty mouth.
She hummed her approval, and the vibration must have sent him over the edge because he snapped, “Now. Fuck, I’m coming now.”
There was a hint of warning in his voice but she wasn’t sure why. Instead, she kept at it, and seconds later the muscles in his thighs tensed, his entire body locking in place. He threw his head back, moaning, and his erection swelled between her lips just before spend landed on her tongue. He trembled, jerking with each pulse, before it finally ended. She released him and swallowed the salty fluid.
Still panting, he yanked her up and lunged for her mouth, pressing his tongue inside, tasting her and him mingled together. Again and again his lips slanted over hers and she whimpered, already excited from using her mouth on him. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the swollen tissues begging for his touch.
After a long moment, he rested his forehead on her temple, sucking in gulps of air. “That was the most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. Jesus, Maddie. I am wrecked.”
“I’m glad.”
He kissed her as his hands buttoned up his undergarment. “I am going to take you upstairs and reciprocate just as soon as I put myself to rights.”
Tingles skated along her skin at his promise, the walls of her sex clenching. She wanted that so very much, but she hadn’t cleaned up after her lesson. “I should bathe first.”
“There’s no time for that, and besides, I want you just like this. Go upstairs and get out of your clothing.” He was already lifting his trousers and adjusting his suspenders. “I want to find you naked on my bed, wife.”
Who was she to argue?
Leaning in, she decided to tease him. “I may have to get started without you.”
Unbelievably, he began moving faster but his fingers turned clumsy. He struggled to fasten his trousers. “Goddamn it, Madeline.”
Laughing, she slipped out of the closet and dashed for his bedroom.
Maddie snuggled against her husband’s naked body, his arm wrapped around her back. Sweat still cooled on their skin as the afternoon light bathed the bedroom in a golden yellow. They had been in here for hours, pleasuring each other, ever since she accosted him in the closet.
Her cheeks warmed. Had that brazen woman really been she?
Harrison had seemed to enjoy it, so she pushed aside her embarrassment. And, really . . . this was still her oldest friend, the person who knew her better than anyone. He’d never once judged her or made her feel small. Indeed, he always encouraged and supported her.
This right here was all that mattered—you and me, together.
She bit her lip as emotions warred inside her. There had been so much she hadn’t known, like his family’s financial troubles and his reasons for leaving. His feelings for her. Hard to reconcile this secretive man with the boy who’d once shared everything with her.