A Lick of Flame (10 page)

Desire grew in her eyes. “You make me feel beautiful.”

Her whisper covered him like a blanket and had his heart hammering. “Good. Now I want you to see how incredible you look when you come for me.”

Madison swallowed, and before he could bury his face back in her pussy and push her over the precipice, she gripped his shoulders. Sean had never heard such desperation in her voice when she said, “I want you inside me, Sean.”

The emotions on her face became his undoing. “Madison,” he breathed, barely able to think straight.

“Sean, please. I need you to make love to me.”

“Yeah, baby. I need that too.”

He quickly grabbed a condom form his jeans, rolled it on then slid along her body. She widened her legs as he positioned his pulsing erection at her silky entrance. He smoothed her damp hair from her forehead and when he saw the want in her eyes, he took a labored breath and worked to get himself under control.

But when Madison bucked forward, as if she wanted him to lose it, his dick dipped inside her wet cunt. Their eyes met and held as warmth streaked through him and they exchanged a silent message of longing, one that was so far reaching there was no coming back from it. Emotions raced through him and he knew this joining was about more than sex. Madison knew it too.

He pushed deep and his heart hammered as he sank into her warm, wet heat. As her body opened for him, she wrapped her legs around him and together they established a rhythm.

He stayed inside, never wanting the moment to end, but she was so hot and tight, and his hunger for her was so carnal, it was pure agony to hang on.

“I love the way your cock fills me,” she whispered, and put her hands on the side of his head to guide his mouth to hers.

He closed his eyes and slammed into her with such force he feared he was going to break the bed. “Christ, girl, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

Madison whimpered with pleasure as her sex muscles tightened. Her pussy gripped his cock so hard there was nothing he could do to hang on. As her warm cream coated his dick, he let loose a groan and shuddered in surrender.

“Jesus, Madison,” he murmured when his cock finally stopped spasming. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He kissed her long and hard, and as he pushed his tongue inside to join hers, a deep contentment settled in his bones. He rolled beside her, removed his condom and pulled her close, never having been so physically or emotionally fulfilled in his life.

They held on to each other as if their lives depended on it as the boat swayed, but as she trailed her fingers over his flesh, he began to harden for her all over again. A wave hit the boat and their bodies rocked together.

“Sean?”

“Yeah?”

“We have a problem.”

He went up on one elbow, concern coursing through him. “We do?

“Yeah, your bed’s rocking and you’re not the one doing it.”

As relief sang through him, Sean shook his head, playing along. “This isn’t good.”

“Not good at all.”

“What should we do?”

Madison nibbled her bottom lip and let her glance go to his thickening cock. “There really is only one thing we can do.”

“And what might that be?”

“Let me show you.”

With that, she climbed on top of him, and he grabbed another condom and rolled it on before he gripped her hips to help guide her down. As her pussy swallowed his cock, she began moving her sensuous body, rocking his bed—and his world—in a way it had never been rocked before.

Chapter Seven

“Oh my God. You’ve had sex.” From across the coffee shop table, Haley’s big blue eyes widened as she stared at Madison.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Madison countered and turned her attention to her coffee. After all, she wasn’t one to kiss and tell or to have roof-top, exhibitionist sex or get wild beneath a mirror on a yacht and tell, either.

Refusing to let the subject drop, and clearly not believing her response, Haley leaned in closer, her glance carefully panning Madison’s face in a prudent appraisal. “And really good sex by the looks of you!”

Madison grinned at her friend’s accurate assessment and couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Okay, yeah, I kinda did.”

Haley threw her hands up in the air. “Kinda? Come on, Madison, you don’t just
kinda
have great sex.”

Haley stared at Madison for a moment longer, and when Madison refused to give details, Haley’s jaw dropped. “It’s Sean, isn’t it? You’ve had sex with Sean.”

“Not
had
. Am still having,” she teased. “He had some errands to run, then we’re meeting up again later. Actually, the only reason he let me out of his sight was because he knew I was meeting you.”

“And I’m just learning this now?”

“Shhh,” Madison said, and glanced around the coffee shop. “The whole world doesn’t need to know.”

“Maybe not, but I sure as hell do.” She planted one hand on her hip. “Out with it and I want all the details.”

Madison laughed, knowing her friend wasn’t about to let her off the hook so easily. Besides, she couldn’t stop thinking about Sean and really wanted to talk about him.

“Fine then,” she whispered, and lowered her voice even more as she filled Haley in on the situation, keeping the more private details to herself. When she finished, Haley sank into her seat and fanned her face. “Wow.”

“Oh, it was ‘wow’ all right.”

Haley took a slug of her coffee before saying, “It’s about frigging time, don’t you think?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, you’ve liked him since high school, haven’t you? So it’s really about time you went for it.”

Madison toyed with her coffee cup as heated memories of last night raced through her mind and elicited a shiver from deep within. “The thing is, I don’t
like
him anymore, Haley.”

Haley’s head jerked back with a start. “What?”

As warmth moved through Madison, she said, “I was already half in love with him before this started.” She let loose a long breath and said, “Now I’m totally and utterly in love.”

A worried look moved over Haley’s face. “How does he feel? I mean, sex is one thing. Love is something entirely different.”

While she knew her friend didn’t really believe in love, marriage or happily ever after, Madison thought about the things Sean had said to her, the things he’d done to her—for her. Things like taking her out on the yacht and going against his own best interests to show her how beautiful and desirable she was, how much she meant to him. No man had ever gone to such lengths for her before.

He made her feel special, cherished, like she was the most important woman in the world. When he first began to seduce her on the yacht, she remembered the troubled look on his face when he thought she was about to flee. Everything in the way he touched her and looked at her confirmed that he wanted her, that her scar hadn’t bothered him and that he’d never been pitying her. And Madison didn’t care what Tara claimed, no man would go to such extremes if he didn’t feel something deeper. She hugged herself and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to wipe the silly smile from her mouth.

“Forget I asked,” Haley said and gave a long slow whistle. “Jeez, I never thought I’d see the day when Beachville’s bad boy turned into a one-woman kind of guy.” Haley touched Madison’s hand. “I’m thrilled for you, Madison, and maybe just a little jealous that you’re having great sex and I’m not. Jesus, the guys in this town are so boring. I mean, if I wanted to settle down and have dull sex for the rest of my life, then I don’t have to look any farther than Beachville. But I don’t.”

Just then Cole Landon sauntered into the coffee shop. He gave them a quick nod as he hobbled up to the counter.

Haley sighed. “Jesus, that guy is smoking hot.”

Madison glanced at Cole. “And not at all boring.” She made a tsking sound and added, “He really does have that whole bad-boy thing working for him, doesn’t he? It’s a shame his injury shortened his soccer season. But now that he’s back in town…”

When her voice fell off, Haley asked, “What about it?”

Madison pointed her finger at her friend. “So when are you going to go for it?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on. You know you want him. You’ve always wanted him.”

“Yeah, but you remember what it was like in high school. Jocks slept with cheerleaders, not good girls on student council.”

“We’re not in high school anymore. And really, you’re not that good of a girl.”

Haley feigned hurt. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Madison arched a brow. “I don’t think you want me to go into details, but let me just remind you I was there when you ‘borrowed’ the camera from the audio visual room. And I know what you did with it.”

“Okay, okay, enough said,” Haley rushed out, holding her hands up in surrender.

“So why not have some fun with the jock while he’s back in town. A summer fling to show him what he’s missed out on by underestimating little miss co-president.”

Mischief lit her friend’s eyes. “Well, he
is
coming in for physical therapy next week.”

When Cole left, Madison finished her coffee and stood. “You. Cole. A private room with a bed. Among other props. Yeah, I think I’ll leave the rest to you.”

They stepped out into the warm August sunshine and began walking the two blocks to Madison’s street.

When they took the corner, Madison glanced at her friend and noted the look on her face. She could only assume she was thinking more about Madison’s sexy suggestion. Her friend finally broke the silence and asked, “When did you become such a bad girl anyway, Madison?”

Madison winked. “Sean brings it out in me.” She thought about her exhibitionist antics on the rooftop. “In fact, he brings a lot of things out in me.” They sauntered up Madison’s walkway, but before she pushed open the door, she grabbed her mail. Haley followed her into the condo and asked, “Any more news on the fire?”

“No, not yet.”

Madison glanced over the envelopes and frowned when she spotted one with nothing but her name scribbled on the front. She tore it open and scanned the paper.

“What does it say?”

“It says,
Meet me at the yacht
.”

Haley shook her head, a telltale smile on her mouth. “Okay, it’s official. I’m totally jealous.”

Madison pulled her cell out of her pocket. She was just about to punch in the number but hung up when the police officer she was calling knocked on her front door.

Less than twenty minutes later, Madison walked along the wobbling wharf leading to the yacht. She climbed on board and made her way to the cabin below. When she reached the bottom and spotted Sean, an agonized look moved over his face.

“Madison,” he said, his eyes wide, clearly surprised to see her standing there.

Madison’s glance went from Sean, who was flat out on the mattress with both arms handcuffed to the bedposts, to Tara, who was half dressed and straddling him.

“Madison,” Sean rushed out again. “It’s not what you think.”

Madison drew a calming breath and worked to keep her voice level when she said, “Oh no?” She took in the flush on Tara’s cheeks, and the way her big breasts spilled out of her sexy lace bra. Standing there staring down at the two, Madison took a second to wrap her brain around what she was seeing.

“I’m pretty sure it’s exactly what it looks like,” she countered.

Tara gave a sassy shake of her head and seemed quite pleased with herself. “I told you, Madison. You can’t trust a playboy firefighter, because when you play with fire, you inevitably end up getting burned.”

Trust?

Tara wanted to talk to her about trust? Really, how could she not trust a man who put her feelings, safety and needs first, a man who cared about her well-being—emotional and physical—and went to extremes to prove just how much he cared?

“Madison,” Sean said again, sounding almost desperate. “Come on. It’s not what it looks like. You know you can trust me.”

A long moment passed between them as her glance met and locked with Sean’s. Then she broke the quiet and said, “That’s right. I do know that.” Madison turned and called for Carter, who’d accompanied her to the yacht after showing up at her door.

Carter came down the stairs with the note Madison found in her mailbox.

“You’re coming with me,” Carter said, and hauled Tara off Sean.

“What’s going on?” Tara asked.

Madison tossed Tara her shirt. “What’s going on is that I recognized your handwriting. The handwriting on that letter matched the writing on the ones you’ve been sending to Sean.”

Tara swallowed, and realizing she’d been caught, she rushed out, “Sean, it’s not like that. I just wanted to get back together.” Her eyes shot daggers as they turned to Madison. “She won’t make you happy. Not like I can.”

“That’s enough,” Carter said as he hauled her up the stairs. He turned back to Madison. “I’ll meet you both at the station.” When Tara struggled, he held her tighter and said, “You’re coming with me. And we have a fire we need to discuss. Again.”