Until the Dawn (2 page)

“For you,” she whispered, bold to tell him of her body’s betrayal.

His eyes narrowed at her in delight as he stretched the crotch of her thong, ripped it off, let it fall to the floor and inserted two blunt fingers inside her ever-so-ready pussy.

“Oh, baby,” he crooned as she writhed in joy, “good thing we’re getting going on us or you’d be wasting all this cream and it is—” he hoisted her up with her legs around his hips, “mine.”

He possessed her with one long, swift, sure ram of his cock. The size of him, the heat of him, the delight of him bucked her back against the unforgiving wall. And she keened. Clutched his shoulders. Rode with him, moaned with him, reveled in the raging assurance of his strokes. She panted, snatching every second of his grinding claim, wringing a pulsing completion from his every thrust, his every groan. Seared by the fire of his possession, she began to feel the roll of her climax.

“Go with me, baby.” He pounded against her, shoving himself impossibly higher into her cunt, then caught her at an angle that assuaged the mad demands of her swollen, greedy little clit. He kissed her cheek, bit her earlobe. “Trust me.”

She did. She
had
. And with that realization, she shattered into a thousand pulsing pieces while he climbed his own mountain of release, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed closed, his shout of delight scalding her as the two of them melted to the wall.

He nuzzled her throat. “You’re wonderful, baby.”

She sighed in joy and smiled. “Makes two of us.”

He pulled away to view her contentment. His smile became a grin, his big white teeth looking rather like a wolf’s. “I need more.”

“Me, too.” She reached out to stroke his cheek. “I’ve wanted to do this for days.”

He planted a kiss in her palm. “I know. You murder my concentration.”

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“Glad you did this now then. Wouldn’t want to mark you down on your performance appraisal.”

He shifted his cock up inside her. “You haven’t seen the half of what I can do.”

She gave a laugh and rolled her hips on his wonderful shaft. “How can you still be hard?”

“
How
?” he asked, wild-eyed as he splayed one hand up into the wealth of her chignon. Hairpins pinged to the concrete floor as his lips took hers in a marauding kiss that captured all her breath. “Because looking at your blue eyes and your white-blonde hair and your rosy lips has made me rock hard 24/7 for the past fourteen days, and I doubt I’ll ever be limp again.”

“Oh, be still my heart,” she chided him on a whimper of need.

“Where are we going? Shall I get a room here?”

People’s voices drifted through the heavy doors.

With his rod still inside her, he shifted so that anyone looking through the fire door’s wired window would not see her face. “Don’t move.”

She bit her lip, examining him. But people came and went into the elevator, and as another wave came and departed, nerves overtook her. She began to giggle.

He massaged the back of her head and led her face against his massive chest. “Shh, baby. They’ll go soon.”

She inhaled the musk of his cologne, an intriguing mix of juniper, man and sex. She rubbed her nose against his sternum. “Love the way you smell.”

He groaned and shifted inside her. “Stop that.”

The imp in her came out to play and she let her head fall back to admire his sculpted features. His eyes were half-closed in need. And his handsomeness burrowed into her body and her mind. She knew now she had defied every rule she’d ever made for herself. It was so easy to be easy with Dan Foreman. “What if I don’t?”

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“Ah, honey, give a man a break.” He was laughing as he swayed against her, giving her reason to believe he might just be able to love her again and so soon, too. “Let me get us out of here before the rest of the party comes and joins us.”

She squeezed his shaft in agreement and he grunted. “Let’s go down the stairs.”

He stroked her hair that now fell to her waist. “Give me a minute to decompress here.”

She shivered against him. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
Another imprudent
confession, Madison, of how you want to be totally free with this man.
So what was one more statement? “Don’t know if I can let you go.”

“Don’t have to. Madison? Baby, look at me.” He tipped up her chin, and his eyes were mellow green pools of care. “This is going to happen again tonight and—” he kissed her nose, “in a bed.”

“Come home with me,” she offered, jolted that she trusted him enough to take him to the sanctuary that was her quiet little house.

He withdrew slowly from her body with a luscious pop, making her moan in objection as he rolled off the full condom and zipped up his trousers. “You want me to come to Georgetown?”

“I have a king-size bed that has never had a man in it.” She knew she’d said that in a small and soundless voice.

“The Speaker of the House’s Chief of Staff, the famous Ice Queen, invites me to come grace her bed?”

She nodded. Held her breath. Hoped she hadn’t made a fool of herself.

He crushed her close. “My fondest wish is to make love to you, baby. And I damn well wouldn’t want to do it any place else that didn’t mean something to you.”

She let out her breath, reached up on tiptoes and held his face in her hands. “I can’t wait.”

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She kissed him. The lips she’d coveted for days. The hard, smooth feel of his satin mouth. The thrust of his tongue inside her mouth. The sounds of his passion for her as he bent her back in his arms and planted kisses down her throat and her cleavage.

“Ah, Christ.” He broke away, heaving and out of breath. “No more here.” He grabbed her hand and began to head down the stairs.

“Wait.” She bent to pick up her purse and then ruefully examined the tatters of her thong. “These things don’t cover much anyway.”

He chuckled and grabbed her around her waist to kiss her lips. “You won’t need those ever again.”

“Sure of your prowess, are you?”

He lifted her hips and pressed her against his. “With you?” He bent to slide his hand up her thigh to plunge two fingers inside her wet and tender labia and she arched into his bold possession. “If we dared, you’d have me again here and now.” Extracting his fingers, he smoothed her dress, then took the thong from her fingers and shoved it in his suit coat pocket. “We have better things to do with your sweet pussy than cover it up. Come on.”

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Grateful that no one had opened the door from the hallway, they took the stairs to the next floor where he led them around to the service elevator. When the doors opened and no one was inside, he pressed her to the wall and kissed her nipple through the thin silk sheath. One hand cupped the weight of her breast.

“No bra?” he asked and breathed heavily when she shook her head. “Who did you dress for tonight?”

“You,” she murmured, acknowledging a truth she hadn’t dared admit even to herself before now. Then, she sank her hands into his thick satin hair.

He groaned and pinched her nipple.

She grunted as he fingered her areola to a hard diamond. “God, Dan, if you don’t stop, I’m definitely going to need you again before we get out of the elevator!”

As if on cue, the elevator door whooshed open. Dan moved slightly away from her, but held her with two strong hands to her upper arms. His gaze sought hers while one waiter cleared his throat and wheeled in a rattling room service cart.

Maddie bit her lip to hold back a smile and looked down at the steel rod poking her mound. Dan’s bulging trousers stood between them like a monument to a glorious but far-off future. Sighing, she reached out to cup him, but he grabbed her hand and held her to him. They stopped, it seemed, at every floor in the damn hotel where every waiter, maid or bellboy in the place had some mission or other. By the time they hit the parking level, Dan was biting his inner cheek in frustration and Maddie was choking on gales of laughter.

Pained, Dan faced her. “Where’s your car? Mine’s home. I took the Metro to work this morning. Shall I drive?”

She lifted a brow and glanced at the projection in his trousers. “Can you?”

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He narrowed his gaze at her. “Let’s find your car and see what you can do to cure my condition.”

She burst out laughing. “I’m over here.” She nodded toward her Mercedes convertible and dug in her purse for her keys.

He hit the remote, opened her door for her and closed her in. As he walked around to the driver’s side, she rubbed her wet pussy through her dress and knew she’d get no satisfaction from the slick slide of silk on her leather seats.

Dan folded his long frame into the little car, slammed the door and reached across the seat to cup her head. “Before I pull out of here, I need a long hard kiss to keep me fueled.”

She slanted her head and met his lips with her own. His mouth was sculpted, hard and hot. His tongue long and demanding, toying with hers and outlining the insides of her cheek, her teeth, her essence. He knew all of her before he pulled back, leaving her groaning and wishing they’d taken a room and been done with this torture. “Get out of here fast, will you, please?” she begged him.

He turned the ignition, began to reverse. “Where to?”

“O Street. Go over Pennsylvania and up Wisconsin three blocks. Then turn right.”

The trip that normally took her fifteen minutes at eight in the morning and eight at night, on this night seemed to take hours.

As Dan pulled up to the front of her red-brick federal townhouse, she reached over to hit her garage door opener and he swung the little blue car into her tiny little carriage house. She didn’t wait for him to open her door, but jumped out to meet him at his side of the car. Then she grasped his hand and led him through the side door and up the stairs into her kitchen. Dropping her purse on the center island and kicking off her shoes, she suddenly stood still and realized just what she was doing.

And she was scared.

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She swallowed, felt herself licking her lips and then noticed that Dan stood with his back against her kitchen door, his arms crossed, surveying her in the dim refracted light of the street lamps.

“Talk to me, Maddie.” His harsh gravel voice was uncharacteristically sweet, but very rational. “What worries you?”

“I don’t do things like this.” She knew she repeated herself but she had to emphasize it especially when she now knew she planned to spend all night with him in her bed. Him deep inside her, deeper than he had been. Going deeper still, far up into her heart. And that last was her greatest fear. Her unique adventure.

He waited, a mellow smile broadening his handsome lips.

“I don’t invite men here to make love to me,” she told him with a serenity that came with knowing she was about to strip naked and enjoy this man as she had no other. “I don’t invite staff to make love to me.”

He stood, a statue, listening, watching, waiting to give her all the time she needed to reveal her trepidations. “And?”

“I don’t make love with men who have reputations to make.”

“Like me?”

She nodded as he wrestled for a fleeting moment with an expression of insult that had crossed his face. But then she said, “I don’t make love mindlessly.”

His mouth softened as he whispered, “Like you did with me?”

Once more, she nodded, and boldly stated, “I don’t make love often.”

He smiled, a sweet parting of his manly mouth, a tender caress of his gaze over her body. “Like you will with me?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes.”

“Well, then,” he came away from the wall, taking small sure steps toward her as he spoke. “You need to hear that I don’t make love to my bosses.”

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She snorted, pleased, thrilled that he realized what she needed here was some reciprocity to put them on sound footing. “Your résumé says you’ve had only four bosses.”

He nodded. “The first two were men.” He winked. “Not my style.”

She grinned now.

He took another step toward her. “The next two were women. Not my type.”

She beamed at him.

Another step had him taking her hands in his. “I don’t make love to women I don’t care about.”

She inhaled sharply.

He raised her hands to kiss each of her fingertips in turn. “I’ve outgrown the one-night stands, Maddie. The quick lays that leave you feeling like a cave man.” He pressed both her palms to his cheeks and his torso to hers. “I want a relationship that means something bigger. With one woman. With brains.” He smoothed her hair. “And beauty.” He kissed her eyelids. “And a body.” He cupped her ass and pushed her groin to his. “And a passion for me.”

She wound her arms around his massive shoulders and pressed her breasts against his solid chest. “I think you’ve got her.”

He threw his head back and laughed, then caught her under her legs to swing her up into his arms. “Where then, my dear woman, is your bedroom?”

She pointed the way up her stairs into the back of her house and her huge master bedroom. He carried her up and there, next to the king bed awash in linens of ivory and cream, Dan paused and set her to her feet. His hands fell over her from her throat to her shoulders, her arms and her fingertips. Those he raised to his shirt collar. “Undress me.”

She trembled. Her lips quivered. But she began to undo his buttons, loosen his tie, peel back his suit coat and drop everything to the floor. When she came to his belt, and 17

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his waistband button, she gazed into his eyes, now clouded with desire, and stopped.

He stared at her. “Do it.”

She spun away from him. New spunk rising in her veins, she shrugged one shoulder to let her spaghetti strap fall below her elbow, then did the same with the other. Reaching around to her zipper, she pulled it open with a brisk tug that had her dress sliding over her breasts and her hips and pooling at the floor.