by Amy Andrews
He kissed her and she almost cried it was so good. As his tongue stroked across her lips and delved into her mouth she reached down between them and stroked the smooth hard length of him. His deep moan was empowering and she boldly positioned him at her entrance.
‘Now, Marcus, please. Now.’
He tore his mouth away. ‘Oh, no. I said I was going to lick you all over and that’s exactly what I intend to do.’
‘I can’t wait that long,’ she panted.
He chuckled. ‘I’ll make it worth your while,’ he teased.
She shook her head. ‘I mean it, Marcus. It’s been too long. I need to feel you in me or I’m going to go insane.’
She wriggled her pelvis so his head was teasing her entrance and she clutched his back convulsively as she felt herself flower at the stimulus. ‘Please, Marcus. Please.’
‘But—’
She lifted her head and kissed him hard on the mouth. ‘No buts. You don’t need to worry, I’m more than ready for this.’
He grinned. ‘At least let me get you naked,’ he teased.
‘Nope.’ She smiled back. ‘Right here, right now. Like this.’
He reached for a condom and tore the packet with his teeth. ‘What the lady wants…’ He shrugged.
Madeline braced herself for his entry. His hands fumbled her knickers aside and as he slowly pushed inside her he pulled aside one lacy bra cup. She opened her eyes in time to see his downcast head as his mouth feasted on an erect nipple.
She bit down on her lip to stop the scream as his full length pulsed inside her. ‘More,’ she moaned, and almost fainted as he pulled out and plunged back in again, harder, faster this time.
She whimpered and she could feel his body tremble against hers. ‘More,’ she said, louder this time.
Marcus had never been this turned on in his life. Maddy’s nipple was a hard peak in his mouth, scrapping erotically against his tongue, and her hot moist depths milked him as he plunged to the hilt.
‘Faster,’ she groaned.
His mouth left her nipple and plundered her soft lips, silencing her demands. They were making him build too quickly and he wanted to stay there for ever.
‘Oh, Marcus,’ she said, tearing her mouth from under his. ‘Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!’
‘No chance, Maddy.’ He laughed, burying his face in her neck and licking his way back down to her still hard nipple.
Madeline felt on fire. His first plunge had lit the fuse and with each thrust the flame moved slowly towards flash point. He was on her and around her and in her and she could feel him and see him and smell him and she wanted him to pound inside her for ever, hold her like this for ever.
But she could feel the first twinge of her orgasm and knew it was going to end soon. She needed it, desperately, but fought the pull, still reluctant to end their union.
She groaned out loud and Marcus rained kisses on her face. Another groan was ripped from her and she gave herself up to the sensations, not caring that she would most likely be dragged under and drown in the undertow. She’d go happily.
‘Marcus,’ she panted. ‘There. Oh, God, don’t stop. Marcus!’ He picked up the tempo, thrusting harder, faster as his own orgasm rushed up from deep in his loins. He groaned her name, too, as he felt her contracting around him, giving him the extra stimulus, sucking him under as well.
They cried out together as their bodies shook with the intensity and they rode it until the pleasure became so severe it was painful and neither could go on any longer.
Madeline’s breath was ragged as the remnants of pleasure undulated deep inside her, stroking him, still hard inside her. She revelled in his weight and the unevenness of his breathing and knew he was as incapable of movement as she was.
As she lay in the aftermath, his weight pressing her into the bed, she knew that she’d never previously experienced what she’d just experienced. Never in a decade with Simon. Never. Ever. And it wasn’t just the sex. Somewhere, while she had been drowning in the undertow, she’d made a much more intimate connection.
The ice that had encased her heart was gone. Melted like a snowball in sunshine by the heat and intensity of Marcus’s passion. In a few days and one cataclysmic night he had thawed what she hadn’t thought could ever be thawed. Her heart pulsed in the warm cavity of her chest again and she had him to thank for it.
Rebound sex.
Oh yes!
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOW that she had tasted the sweet addictive fruit of great sex, Madeline was insatiable. She was an addict. Her body craved it. All night. And Marcus didn’t disappoint. Not even once.
Madeline had never had such athletic sex in all her life. But, hey, she thought as she snuggled into his shoulder, listening to his deep even breathing as the first rays of dawn crept across the sky, at least she now knew she was capable of a marathon.
But it had been more than that, it had been fun. She’d had fun. Marcus had been flirty and humorous. He had made her laugh, he had made her blush and, God help her, he had made her come more times in one night than she had ever thought possible.
She’d never known she was capable of such an amazing feat. Sure, she’d experienced orgasms before but they’d always been hard won. Marcus had barely even touched her and she had combusted every time. How he did it she didn’t know, she didn’t care, she just never wanted him to stop.
She couldn’t believe she had been fooling herself for an entire decade. She was a sexual being and she wanted to yell it from the rooftops. And she wanted more. As much as he could give her. She had a lot of catching up to do. She yawned and smiled as sleep finally claimed her.
Marcus woke a couple of hours later, the weight of Madeline’s head on his chest. He looked down and her red ringlets were spread across his chest just as he had fantasised about when they had first met. Their marathon sex session in all its glorious detail came back to him and he smiled to himself.
He hoped she wasn’t through using him for rebound sex yet. OK, rebound sex rules were very clear—it was a one-off deal. But it wasn’t like these rules were written anywhere and as long as they were both still on the same page, then what could it hurt?
He picked one of her curls up and stretched it out gently. The sun slanting through the blinds caught a golden highlight, transforming it to a strand of fine gilt thread. He dropped it and stroked his hand over her head and down the length of her hair, feeling the springiness beneath his palm.
She murmured and he stopped, not wanting to wake her. If she was half as tired, half as exhausted as him, she was going to need to sleep for a week to get over it. He smiled again, thinking about her generosity in bed, and there was a strange tightening in his chest.
He shifted slowly, gently displacing her, preferring not to dwell on that odd sensation. He was also experiencing a tightening elsewhere and knew it was time to get up or he and Maddy would never make it to work today. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked behind him, running his eyes up and down the length of her body. She’d rolled on her back, her legs tangled in the sheets, her stomach and breasts uncovered.
The urge to trace a finger between her breasts and down her stomach beyond the sheet was overwhelming and he stood immediately. He strode into the en suite and turned the cold water on hard, catching his breath as he stood under the cold stinging needles.
Madeline vaguely heard the running water and slowly opened her eyes. She stretched and then curled into a ball as her internal muscles protested. The bed was empty but she could still smell Marcus’s aftershave and she hugged her body and smiled to herself as she remembered every Technicolor detail.
She got up and wandered into the en suite. Marcus stood with his arms braced against the wall, facing the shower head, his head down, his eyes shut, the water running down his back.
‘Good morning,’ she said as she opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. ‘Enough room for two?’
He opened his eyes and smiled at her. She was beautiful
and he wanted her again. ‘Of course,’ he said, moving back.
She smiled at him and stepped under the spray, gasping and flinching at the unexpected temperature, her body facing his. She shut her eyes and ducked her head under the water, allowing it to run all over her naked body. She could feel Marcus’s eyes on her and again felt the thrill of sexual power.
Marcus swallowed hard as he watched the water run over her breasts, the cold scrunching her nipples instantly, down her flat stomach and cling to the red curls at the juncture of her thighs. She opened her eyes and caught him staring and he didn’t care. She gave him a flirty, knowing smile and he shook his head at her. ‘Tease.’ He grinned.
‘This water is freezing,’ she said.
‘I know. I needed it,’ he said, reaching past her to add some hot.
She grinned, her heart thudding loudly, her excitement building. ‘You didn’t wake me,’ she chided.
‘No,’ he said, electricity thrumming through his veins, ‘but I wanted to.’
‘Well, for that, I’m going to have to punish you,’ she said, her voice a light flirty teasing.
He chuckled. ‘Oh? What did you have in mind?’ Madeline smiled at him, turned on by the mere thought of what she was about to do. She pushed him back against the shower wall and stood as far away as his erection allowed. She looked at him, holding his gaze for as long as she could bear it, and then knelt before him.
Marcus shut his eyes and groaned loudly as her warm lips and hot mouth closed over him. If this was a punishment, he was going to be bad for ever.
‘Oh…my…God,’ he groaned, and gave himself up to the pleasure.
Madeline made it to work just in time for her first appointment. Marcus had dropped her home so she could change her clothes and she had waved him goodbye reluctantly.
She plonked her briefcase on her desk and sat in her chair, absently swinging herself round and round. She felt exhilarated despite her two hours’ sleep. She couldn’t remember having felt this alive in a long time. She felt like she’d been in limbo for so long, starting with her parents’ death and perpetuated by her guilt and grief over Abby. She’d stayed in an insane holding pattern with Simon for so long, and when he’d said goodbye two months ago, it had been one more person who had left her.
Today she felt like she was actually moving forward with her life. And she had Marcus to thank for that. And she would, she thought smiling to herself as she called her first patient in, the very first chance that came her way.
Mrs Wust, her last patient before lunch, sat at the desk and Madeline was pleased she’d soon be able to take a break. Her concentration had been completely shot and more than one patient had commented on how tired she looked.
‘Jet lag?’ Mrs Wust enquired after the usual pleasantries.
‘Er, yes, must be,’ Madeline said. An image of Marcus living up to his apartment number came to mind and she felt heat suffuse her cheeks. ‘Now, did you have that ultrasound?’
The patient handed the films over to Madeline and she put them up on the viewing box, easily identifying a gall bladder full of stones before reading the report.
‘Well, it is as I suspected, Gail. Your epigastric pain is due to gallstones. I’m afraid you’re going to need an operation. I’ll give you a referral to a surgeon and he can discuss your surgical options,’ said Madeline, opening her drawer and retrieving her stationery.
Gail Wust’s face fell. ‘Oh, no. Isn’t there another way?’ she asked.
‘Well, it’s done laparoscopically these days so the scarring and recovery time are minimised. It’s really only an overnight procedure nowadays.’
‘No, I mean naturally. A friend of mine was telling me that her brother’s wife’s sister-in-law used an old-fashioned oil and lemon juice recipe to cure hers.’
Madeline looked at Gail, her pen poised. She was the typical cholecystitis patient—fair, overweight and in her forties. Not that long ago Madeline wouldn’t have even entertained a natural remedy but a lot had changed in a week.
She tore off the page she had been writing. ‘I’ll refer you to Dr Hunt. He’s a GP who specialises in natural therapies who’s just moved in next door. I’m sure he’ll be able to guide you.’
She was surprised at how calm her voice sounded, given how much her hands were trembling as she wrote her neat, precise referral. She put it in an envelope and passed it over to her patient.
Gail reached for it and Madeline pulled it back just in time, a plan forming in her mind. A plan that was making her squirm in her seat just thinking about it. ‘Actually, Gail, I might just drop it next door for you now and discuss your case with Dr Hunt. I’ll get him to give you a ring to arrange an appointment in his next available slot. OK?’
After Gail had gone, Madeline rose and visited the bathroom, quickly pulling off her knickers and stuffing them into her handbag along with the written referral.
‘I’ll just be next door for lunch,’ she said to Veronica with as much serenity as she could muster, given she was naked under her skirt.
‘OK,’ said a surprised Veronica, looking up from her work. Since when had Madeline done anything other than have a quick sandwich and a cuppa at her desk?
Madeline blushed as people in the waiting room nodded and smiled—did they know she wasn’t wearing any knickers, or were they just being polite and acknowledging her? She felt completely naked, the glide of the skirt lining over her bare bottom bordering on erotic.
She was grateful to escape the office—Veronica had a nose for gossip and she looked well and truly on the scent. She walked out into the sunshine and inhaled madly. This was crazy! What was she doing? This really wasn’t something she ever did and she wondered if she had the gumption to carry it out. But she remembered his kisses from the previous night and knew she couldn’t live another minute without feeling his lips on hers again.
As she slid back his door she had a moment of panic that last night had been a one-off. She felt out of her depth, unsure of the etiquette. She faltered.
‘Come on through. I’m in my office.’
Marcus’s sexy voice was the clincher and she walked towards it like a moth drawn to flame. She reached his doorway and leaned on the jamb, appreciating the view. He glanced up and smiled a sexy dimpled smile and a hand clenched her insides.
‘Well, hello,’ he said, sitting back in his chair and admiring the view himself. He saw she’d tied her hair back and remembered how it had been spread across his chest that morning when he’d woken up, and he itched to pull it out.
‘Hi.’ She smiled back, drinking him in.
Neither of them spoke or moved for a while, images of last night’s nocturnal activities rendering them incapable of anything other than breathing. And even that was strained as each remembered the intimate details.
Marcus recovered first, smiling at their stupor. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ he asked, and then grinned at the way her body almost swayed at his choice of phrase.
‘I brought you this,’ she said huskily, walking closer to his desk on shaky legs and tossed the referral onto his desk.
He picked it up, inspected it for a second and glanced back up at her. ‘Is that it?’
His voice was hoarse and she could feel her nipples peak at the gravely quality and the anticipation. ‘No,’ she said, delving through her bag. ‘These as well,’ she continued, taking a deep breath and lobbing her red knickers onto his desk.
The jolt in his groin was instantaneous. He looked at them. Then at her. Then held them up, unscrunching them so he could appreciate their prettiness. They were soft and silky with lace in the right places and two little bows each side holding the back and front together.
‘Are these spares you keep for emergencies?’ He grinned at her.
She grinned back. ‘No, I took them off five minutes ago,’ she said, and it was her turn to watch his pupils dilate with desire and hear his sharp intake of breath.
She walked back to the door, shut it, locked it and the
n ambled over to his side of the desk, dumped her bag on the floor, pushed his chair back from the desk and quickly straddled him. Marcus grabbed her buttocks and pulled her down so she could feel his arousal.
‘Maddy,’ he said, sucking in a swift breath as his erection surged against the confines of his zippered pants.
She grinned at him. ‘So, I’ve been thinking about these rebound rules,’ she said, reaching down and slowly undoing the button of his shorts as she rubbed herself against the coarse fabric, almost fainting as it rasped against her naked flesh. ‘Are they flexible? Or is rebound sex just a one-night deal?’
Marcus swallowed hard as she felt her hands on his zip and her fingernails deliberately caress him through the fabric. He sucked in another breath and bit his bottom lip, not quite believing he was about to have sex in his office chair with a client only fifteen minutes away.
He gave a half-laugh, running his hands up her bare thighs, under her skirt until he was squeezing her naked buttocks. His vision went completely black at the feel of her cold taut flesh and the urge to drive up into her was all he could think about. ‘Extensions can be granted,’ he said.
‘Good,’ she whispered, grasping his finally freed erection in her hand and swallowing his groan as she unleashed a kiss that had half a day’s worth of pent-up sexual fantasy behind it. By the time he pulled away they were both breathing hard.
Marcus didn’t speak, he wasn’t capable. He didn’t even take her jacket or shirt off, just pulled her shirt out of her waistband, dispensed with the buttons, more gently than he had last night, briefly admired her matching bra before undoing the front clasp and bending quickly to suck a puckered nipple deeply into the warm wet cavern of his mouth.
Her moan urged him on and he teased the other breast with his hand working the nipple to a tortured peak, all the time excruciatingly aware of the magic her hands were weaving.
‘Condom,’ she gasped.
He pulled away, breathing hard, admiring the view of her straddling him, her bare breasts heaving and moist from his mouth. She looked gorgeous and wild, her green eyes bright with passion. He reached blindly into his desk drawer, not wanting to miss a second of the view, felt around and produced one.