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  “I came back,” he said with blunt simplicity.

  She stiffened, something that might have been denial rippling over her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “The next morning,” he said, deeply regretting when her fingers fell away. He loved the feel of her light caress. “I returned to the trailer.”

  She shook her head. “You don’t have to lie.”

  “It’s no lie.” He leaned down to steal a slow, searching kiss, tasting expensive champagne and pure female desire. It was intoxicating. “I knew when I was fleeing from your bed that I was acting like a coward. Unfortunately I didn’t have the backbone to return and face you like a man. Instead I went back to my apartment and drank myself into oblivion.” Their lips brushed as he spoke, sending white-hot darts of pleasure straight to his aching cock. “It wasn’t until I woke hours later with a pounding head and a nasty taste of shame in my mouth that I knew I had to go back.” Another long, lingering kiss. Who knew kissing could be so addictive? “When I couldn’t find you, I assumed you must be with your mother. It wasn’t until nearly a week later that I finally accepted that you’d left town.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she muttered, sounding as if she was speaking more to herself than him. But she readily tilted back her head as his mouth moved to plant a line of kisses down her throat. “Nothing matters but tonight.”

  “It will be different, Madison,” he promised, his tongue pressed against the pulse racing at the base of her throat.

  She shivered, her breath coming in tiny pants. “Please…no more talking about the past.”

  “I want you to trust me.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Madison struggled to think. Hell, she struggled to breathe as the erotic sensations thundered through her.

  Why was he doing this?

  She didn’t want to know that Luc Angeli had gone back to the trailer. Or that he might actually have felt guilt for having broken her heart.

  Tonight was all about revenge. A revenge she’d dreamed about for eight long years.

  Of course, her dreams had never matched this moment.

  She’d forgotten that a mere brush of his fingers could send lust jolting through her. And that his kiss would make her feel as if she were melting.

  She’d been a starry-eyed innocent the first time she’d shared her body with Luc, so overwhelmed with giddy excitement she’d barely been able to appreciate being seduced by a master. Now she was all woman, and while the giddy excitement remained, it was edged with a sharp-edged hunger that was demanding satisfaction.

  A realization that was both annoying and inevitable.

  Tonight was not going at all like she planned, but grimly ignoring the whispers of warning in the back of her mind, Madison placed her hands on his chest, exploring the satin heat of his skin.

  “This isn’t about trust,” she told him, relieved when his eyes darkened at her soft caress. “This is all about need.”

  There was a brief hesitation before Luc gave a low growl, allowing himself to unleash the hunger that she could see smoldering in his dark eyes.

  “Yes.”

  He turned on the edge of the mattress, leaning toward her reclined body.

  Madison’s breath tangled in her throat as his bronzed skin glowed in the muted light.

  He was stunning. Broad shoulders. A toned chest that was lightly dusted with black hair. Washboard abs, a narrow waist and a thick erection that made her pussy clench in anticipation.

  God almighty.

  It’d been so long since she’d felt this near-painful excitement. Eight long years. She’d forgotten just how overwhelming it could be.

  “No man should be so beautiful,” she whispered, openly staring.

  “I’m not beautiful. But you…” He sucked in a slow, deep breath, his eyes darkening until they looked black in the shadowed light. “I need you.”

  She licked her lips. Christ. Was she really going to do this?

  Was she going to have revenge sex with a man in the hopes it could purge him from her system?

  The answer came without hesitation.

  YES.

  And she was going to savor every second of it.

  Easily sensing the last of her hesitation being seared away beneath the heat of his hungry gaze, Luc was swooping down to claim her lips in a shattering kiss that demanded utter surrender.

  He rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She groaned in pleasure. The heat of his skin scorched her with a dizzying pleasure, the drift of his fingers down her arms leaving trails of fire behind. Everywhere he touched was tingling with an excruciating arousal, the faint tang of his male cologne teasing at her senses.

  “You feel perfect in my arms, Madison.” He cupped one breast in his hand, gently taking her nipple into his mouth.

  Madison hissed out a shaky breath at the feel of his tongue lashing the tip of her sensitive nipple, the sensation arrowing straight to her pussy. How could he enthrall her with such ease?

  And why the hell couldn’t she feel this with any other man?

  Was it because she’d fantasized about Luc from the second she’d become aware of her own sexuality?

  Or was it the simple fact that he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on?

  Lifting her hands, she slid them over his hot skin, stroking them down his back. Smug satisfaction spiraled through her at his low moan of pleasure. It was proof that he wanted her with the same intensity as she wanted him.

  As if the thick erection pressed against her inner thigh wasn’t proof enough.

  “You’re good at this,” she muttered.

  He lifted his head to smile down at her.

  “We’re good together.”

  “Yes.” Emotions long forgotten seared through her at the familiar bad boy smile and the heat in his eyes. The intensity of them was unnerving. As if she’d harbored a portion of her childish crush beneath the years of seething anger. All at once her instinctive fear threatened to yank her out of her sensual daze.

  No.

  It couldn’t be possible.

  Could it?

  “Luc—”

  “You were right, Madison, there’s no more need for words.” He kissed her, using his tongue to deepen his possession. Madison shuddered, her body arching beneath the greedy demand of his hands that stroked over her naked body. “Just feel.”

  Excitement raced through her like wildfire, the sheer force of his demands overriding her annoying inner voice.

  Feel…

  She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his thumbs teasing at her tightened nipples, and the hair-roughened thigh that slid between her legs to press against her sensitive clitoris. With every caress he spoke of his need for her. His blatant hunger was the finest aphrodisiac, making her wet and ready.

  Madison plunged her fingers into his hair, refusing to allow anything to destroy this perfect, wondrous night.

  “That’s it, Madison,” he whispered, his lips moving down the curve of her throat. His hand caressed the soft weight of her breast. “Let yourself go.”

  “You make my head spin,” she husked.

  “I intend to do more than make your head spin.” Nibbling a path over her collarbone, he slid down to suck a nipple between his teeth. He gently bit, making her gasp as the pleasure/pain jolted through her body. He pressed a soft kiss to the tingling nipple, then slid his mouth downward. “I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want you.”

  Her heart gave a sharp leap of renegade pleasure at his muttered words before she sternly chastised herself for stupidity. Luc would say anything in bed. It meant nothing.

  Instead she focused on the savage pleasure of his touch.

  She lifted her hips in a silent invitation. “What are you waiting for?”

  “Your body to tell me it’s ready,” he informed her, kissing a path down the center of her stomach. “Pleasure is all about patience.”

  Madison rubbed against the hard
muscle of his thigh. “Trust me, I’m ready.”

  She tugged on his hair, trying to urge him up so she could kiss him. He refused to budge. Lifting his head, he studied her flushed face with a brooding gaze.

  “I want to lick your cunt, Madison, until you’re so mindless with need you won’t think of anything but how desperately you want me.”

  A violent surge of arousal rushed through her. Odd. She hated when men talked so bluntly about sex.

  But then, none of them had been Luc.

  Damn him.

  Slowly, deliberately Luc slid lower, keeping careful watch on her expression. She shivered at the tenderness that lurked just below his fierce hunger.

  He was acting as if he cared about her. Really and truly cared.

  She squashed her dangerous reaction to his pretense, instead concentrating on the raw anticipation humming through her body.

  He settled between her legs, his hands gripping her inner thighs as he ran his tongue through her cleft. She nearly jerked off the bed at the powerful shock of bliss that exploded through her. God almighty. Her entire body was going up in flames.

  “Please, Luc.”

  He chuckled, swiping his tongue over her clitoris. “Soon.”

  Her toes curled, a delicious pressure building beneath the stroke of his tongue. “You’re tormenting me.”

  “Sweet torment,” he muttered, pushing his tongue deep inside her.

  Madison made a sound of pure need, her gaze riveted to the sight of him perched between her legs, his tongue fucking her as he watched every flicker of emotion over her face.

  She’d never been so turned on.

  “Come, Madison,” he growled, pressing his tongue against her swollen clitoris. Instantly, a violent orgasm ripped through her, making her body shake from the force of the raw, explosive pleasure.

  She cried out, feeling as if she’d lost touch with the world as he continued to tongue her with a groan of satisfaction.

  On and on the climax rolled through her, prolonged by the stroke of his tongue.

  Come, indeed. Her head fell back on the pillow, her entire body trembling from the glorious release.

  Still, Luc wasn’t done, his tongue dipping in and out of the entrance to her body, swiftly teasing her back toward another climax.

  He’d always been an overachiever, she dreamily acknowledged, savoring his expertise.

  She hissed as he found her swollen clitoris and gently sucked it, at the same time sinking a finger deep into her body. It was almost too much. The sensual assault beating against her most vulnerable emotions.

  He was shattering her, and she wasn’t certain she would be able to put herself back together.

  He turned his head to nibble at her inner thigh, his voice a low growl. “You’re protected?”

  She nodded. She’d been planning for this night for a very, very long time. “Yes.”

  “Good. I don’t want anything between us.” He returned to tormenting her clit, his finger stroking a spot deep inside her that made her pussy flutter with bliss. “I swear I’m clean.”

  “Luc…I’m getting close. I want you inside me.”

  He gave her one last, lingering suck before he was sliding upward, the hairs of his chest tickling her tightly budded nipples. The sensation made her moan, her hands gripping his shoulders as he reached down to tug her legs apart, his rough urgency sending sparks of excitement down her spine. No man had ever revealed such a raw passion toward her. Was that what made it so thrilling?

  Barely able to accept this was more than just another heated dream, Madison kept her gaze glued to the dark beauty of his face. His expression was tight with the strain of leashing his passion, but the stark perfection of his features and the satin ebony of his hair made her heart leap. Then she met the midnight fire of his eyes and she was lost in the power of his need.

  Luc.

  The bane of her existence.

  “Are you ready?”

  She knew what he was asking. He’d given her the sweet rapture of his mouth. Now he intended to fuck her.

  “God, yes,” she breathed, sinking her nails into his shoulders as he plunged into her wet pussy with one hard surge of his hips.

  She made a sound of shock as his large cock stretched her to the edge of pain. He was so deep she could feel his balls pressed against her ass. She felt invaded. Possessed. God. It was…frighteningly intimate.

  As if he’d become a part of her.

  Their gazes locked and held as an emotion she couldn’t name wove between them, joining them on a level that had nothing to do with their tense, sweat-drenched bodies.

  “Shit, you feel so perfect,” he at last rasped, slowly pulling out of her body before ramming forward with enough force to make her slide up the bed. He studied her flushed face, his body trembling. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, knowing he was desperate to unleash his hunger, but terrified he might frighten her.

  “I want you,” she rasped. “Don’t hold back.”

  A dark flush stained his cheekbones and he grasped her by her wrists, pinning them above her head.

  “Hold on, Madison. You’re about to go for a ride.”

  Spreading her legs, he surged forward, impaling her with a fierce, ruthless pace.

  She released a shaky groan, her hips lifting to meet his hard thrusts. Pleasure spiked through her as her body easily accepted his savage need. He leaned down to claim her lips in a kiss of sheer possession.

  This was how sex was supposed to be.

  It wasn’t convenient, or civilized, or a tedious expectation at the end of the night.

  It was hot, and raw, and so intense she felt as if her nerves had been stripped and exposed to this man in a way that would bind them forever.

  Over and over he shoved his cock deep inside her, his tongue mimicking the hectic pace of his body. Madison wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips, realizing another massive orgasm was rapidly clenching her lower muscles.

  “That’s it, Madison,” he muttered against her lips, his body slick against hers as he moved with primitive force. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

  She tilted her head back as he moved to press his lips against the pulse that thundered at the base of her throat, his hand slipping between them to press against her clit.

  One flick of his finger was all it took to send her vaulting over the edge, the orgasm ripping through her as she cried out his name in stunned pleasure.

  ***

  Luc struggled to catch his breath, seismic quakes from his orgasm still jolting through his body.

  Christ, he hadn’t felt such intense pleasure since…

  Since the last time he’d been in bed with Madison, he ruefully acknowledged.

  He had no explanation.

  He’d been with women during the past eight years, although not as many as people assumed. Once he’d ended his competition for his father’s approval he’d learned that he needed more than just a willing female to stir his libido. But absolutely none of them had been capable of making him feel as if he was connected to them on some level that went way beyond the physical.

  Only Madison.

  Rolling to the side, he held her tightly in his arms, trying to work up the energy to reach for the phone to call room service.

  Tonight deserved a bottle of champagne. The finest the hotel had to offer.

  Madison stirred against him and Luc instinctively tightened his arms around her. “God. That was—”

  “Sex,” she interrupted his fervent words.

  Luc frowned. Was she serious?

  “No,” he growled. “Sex doesn’t make the earth move.”

  She tensed at his description, almost as if he’d embarrassed her. “So poetic.”

  “I have my moments.” He buried his face in the satin softness of her hair, breathing deeply of her sweet, vanilla scent. Instantly he hardened, ready to feel the wet heat of her body wrapped around his thickening erection. Or maybe this time he had the control to actually feel
her lips wrap around his cock. “In fact, I feel another moment coming on.”

  Allowing his hands to lower, he cupped the smooth curve of her ass, tugging her closer.

  Not just because he wanted to feel her warm body pressed against his aching cock, but because he suddenly sensed that she was pulling away from him.

  And that was…unacceptable.

  As if to prove his point, Madison laid her hands against his chest. “Luc.”

  He pressed his lips to the top of her head, sucking in a deep breath. He didn’t want to discuss what had just happened between them.

  He just wanted to savor round two. And three.

  Tomorrow they could dissect this passion that had only become more explosive over the past eight years.

  “Mmm. Vanilla,” he murmured. “Every time I smell it I think of you.”

  She pressed her palms against his chest. “Luc, wait.”

  Reluctantly, he pulled back to study her face that was still flushed with arousal. “What’s wrong?”

  “I need to get up.”

  Every instinct rebelled against the thought of allowing her to leave the warmth of his arms.

  “Why? We have all night.” He peered deep into the hazel eyes, searching for…what? An assurance that she’d been as shaken as he’d been by the intensity of their lovemaking? “Hell, we have as long as you want.”

  “I…I have to use the bathroom.”

  “Damn.” He grimaced, loosening his grip so she could scramble off the bed and head for the bathroom. “Don’t be long,” he called after her retreating form, again noticing the smudge of makeup on her lower hip. Sometime he intended to ask her if she had a birthmark. He didn’t want her to feel as if she ever had to hide anything from him.

  Scooting up on the headboard, Luc phoned down to order the champagne and a plate of fresh fruit and chocolates. He hoped that Madison wasn’t one of those women who always felt the need to starve herself. He had an erotic vision of her eating her dinner off his body.

  Just the thought of her tongue lapping champagne off his bare skin was enough to make him groan. Christ. He needed Madison back in this bed.

  He glared across the hotel suite, wondering what could possibly be taking so long.