One Night with Sole Regret 07 Tease Me (4 page)

“Go try them on,” Adam said in her ear, his tone low and seductive. It played on her nerve endings and sent them sparking with anticipation.

“The dressing room is in the back,” the clerk said. “I’ll find you some boots.”

“I already have boots,” Madison said, peering down at her scuffed brown cowboy boots.

“I meant decent boots,” she said. “Riding boots.”

“I’ve been riding in these boots for years.” Of course her rides were on four-legged beasts, not two-wheeled machines.

“She keeps the cowboy boots,” Adam said with a grin. “She wouldn’t be my Madison without them.”

“Then we’d better go with a different leather,” the clerk said. She took the shiny black pants from Madison’s hands and replaced them with a pair of creamy white ones in a matte finish. Feathers and curvy designs had been embroidered around the top of the seat and down the hips and outer thighs with beige and black threads.

“Nice,” Adam said in that same seductive tone. He was obviously imagining her wearing them.

Madison made a beeline for the dressing room.

“There’s a matching jacket with angel wings embroidered on the back,” the clerk said to Adam. “Seems appropriate for your sweet little thing.”

Madison got the feeling the woman was mocking her, but when she peeked over her shoulder to find Adam trailing her to the dressing room, she didn’t much care. The clerk was obviously jealous, and Madison couldn’t blame her for that.

“Yeah, that,” Adam said calmly as his long strides quickly brought him closer to Madison. “And a black T-shirt.”

Madison hurried into the dressing room and closed the door. Her pulse was in a frenzy. Her nipples were erect. Her pussy swollen and achy. All because he’d followed her to the dressing room and spoken in that commanding, seductive voice of his. An entirely different reaction than she’d had when that creeper had followed her to the bathroom in the airport. She didn’t mind being stalked as long as it was Adam hunting her.

Madison unfastened her skirt and let it flutter to the floor. She kicked off her boots and pulled the leather pants on. She presented her backside to the mirror and ran her hands over her ass. She was pretty sure Adam would like the way the leather hugged her curves since the embroidery just under the waistband drew attention to her ass. Not bad.

“Well?” Adam said just outside the dressing room.

She unlatched the lock and eased the door open, looking up at him with her heart thudding hard. Would he like them on her? Or was she too clean to look good in leather? Even off-white leather.

“How do they look?” she asked quietly.

“Turn,” he said, his expression completely unreadable.

She turned to show him the back, and his hand hit the dressing room door, sending it crashing into the wall.

His arm circled her waist, pulling her backward to collide with his chest. She could feel his cock—already hard as granite—against her ass. He took two steps, drawing her into the dressing room and slammed the door behind them, fiddling with the lock at his back while he looked her over in the mirror. The sound of the lock engaging made her entire body throb. He yanked open the snaps along the front of her plaid shirt and filled his hands with her breasts. His open mouth caressed the side of her neck as he squeezed her tits through the hindrance of her pink lace bra.

“You drive me insane, woman,” he said into her ear.

She could only answer with a moan of torment. Oh God, was he going to fuck her here? With that really cool clerk out there knowing what they had to be doing? She sincerely hoped so, and would do anything in her power to convince him to take her body. Hard. Madison wanted that woman to know that she wasn’t as clean as she looked. And that she had every reason to be jealous.

Madison reached behind her to unfasten Adam’s fly. His hand slid down her bare belly and into the front of the leather that had him so turned on. The tightness of the pants didn’t let his hand get far, so he cupped her pussy over the thick material and squeezed.

When she freed his cock and held its thick, smooth length in her hand, he gasped.

“I didn’t mean for this to go this far,” he said.

“Why not?”

He groaned in torment as she stroked his length slowly. Gently. Knowing that teasing him made him crazy.

“For your sake, honey,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, “not mine.”

He yanked open the button at her waist and pulled down the zipper. Next thing she knew, her pants and panties were on the floor, she was bent forward at the waist, and his talented fingers were exploring the slick folds between her thighs. He slipped those fingers inside her, and she shuddered.

Adam groaned as she gave his fingers a coaxing squeeze. God, she wanted him.

“I always think that one day I’ll touch you like this and you won’t be ready for me.”

She grinned and met his eyes in the mirror. “Today isn’t that day.”

She shifted her hips backward and rubbed his cockhead against her where his fingers were buried deep. He twisted his wrist, fingertips pressing down into the spot inside that made her moan in ecstasy. His thumb massaged her throbbing clit. She tugged at his cock impatiently, until he pushed her hand aside, taking himself in his free hand.

He pulled away unexpectedly, spun her around, and pressed her back to the wall, his forearm across her chest. Making her feel trapped. Her heart thundered with excitement and a hint of fear.

“What do you want, Madison?” he said, his face so close, she felt the breath of his words against her lips.

“You,” she said without hesitation.

“My fingers?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“My cock?”

“Yes.”

“Which is it?”

“Both,” she said, her brain so addled with need that she’d have taken anything he wanted to give her.

“Both?”

He slid a finger up inside her, and her pussy tightened around it. He massaged her inner wall until she sputtered. His thumb brushed her swollen clit, and she cried out.

“Then you’ll have both,” he said.

Her mouth fell open in surprise when he pressed the tip of his cock inside her. He still had a finger in there and with a few slow and gentle thrusts to wet himself with her juices, his cock was in there was well.

“How does that feel?” he asked, slowly withdrawing his finger as his cock slid deep, and then pressing his finger deep as he slowly pulled out.

She answered with a moan of bliss.

“Good?” he asked. “Does it feel good, Madison?”

“Y-yes. And—and my clit too,” she said, sounding as desperate for stimulation as she felt. “Touch me.”

She cried out when he did what she’d hoped he would and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her pussy clamped tight over his cock and his finger, trying to tug him deeper.

“Your pussy is always greedy for cock,” he said to her. “You know that?”

“Yes!” she agreed. “Fuck it.”

“Fuck what, baby?” He continued to thrust into her slowly, the added stimulation of his finger driving her mad.

“Inside,” she panted.

“Inside where?”

God, he was such a tease. “My pussy. Fuck it hard, Adam. I can’t stand it anymore.”

“You know I love it when you get so worked up you forget to be proper.”

“Please. I need to be fucked.” She fisted a hand in his thick jet-black hair. “Now.”

“I can’t take you hard when we’re like this,” he said, his hips moving oh so slowly as he forced his cock and his finger deeper.

“Then how? I need it. Please.”

He pulled out, and she sucked in a sob of torment. “I’ll have to turn you around to fuck you hard when we’re in such a small space.”

She didn’t resist when he forced her to face the wall. She opened her legs eagerly, delighted when he didn’t waste any time and claimed her pussy with a hard, deep thrust. His long, calloused fingers—guitarist fingers—dug into her hips as he pounded into her, rubbing that itch deep inside that was never satisfied with gentle lovemaking. She needed to feel him. Hard. Deep. Until it almost hurt, but not quite. Only Adam knew how to give her exactly what she needed. His thumbs massaged her always eager back entrance until she thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her ass next. He knew how much she liked being taken in her forbidden place. He always did right by her there as well.

He didn’t give her the extra she wanted, though. His fingers shifted to her clit, rubbing her most sensitive spot rapidly until she came with a cry of release. He then shuddered behind her as he let go, grabbing her tits to pull her upright and tight against him as he spent himself inside her with several gasping jerks. He massaged her breasts as he slowly thrust into her for several moments after he finished.

“You wanted more, didn’t you?” he asked, watching her in the mirror.

“That was perfect,” she said.

“You didn’t want me to fuck your ass?” He kissed her ear, grinning knowingly. “The only thing greedier for cock than your pussy is your tight little hole.”

He slapped her flank, and her ass tightened with need. Yes, she wanted him inside her there. Even now.

“Well,” she said, her cheeks pink. “Maybe a little. You know I love it.”

“I have set up a little something for you to enjoy at the sex club tomorrow night. But until then, no anal.”

She didn’t know whether to be excited about the upcoming experience at the club or disappointed that she had to wait for butt sex.

“None?” she asked. “Not even a finger? A plug? Nothing?”

He laughed, obviously finding her desperation amusing. “Not until tomorrow night.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s not nice to tease?” she asked, reaching between her legs to rake her fingernails over his balls and then caress him where his body was still joined with hers.

He tensed and released a huff of breath against her neck.

“I don’t think you’ll feel that way after tomorrow night,” he said, churning his hips to burrow deeper. He was slowly growing soft inside her, but seemed content to stay buried within. “You’re in for a surprise.”

“Another one?” she asked.

The devious grin she caught in the mirror made her belly quiver.

“The best one.”

God, she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.

When Madison and Adam exited the dressing room moments later, the clerk produced a slow clap, shaking her head at them as if she’d caught a pair of naughty children playing doctor in her closet. Madison buried her face in Adam’s upper arm, her cheeks so hot that his leather felt icy against them.

“You do turn good girls bad, Adam Taylor,” the woman commented with a throaty chuckle. “I should have never doubted your skill.”

Adam wrapped an arm around Madison’s lower back. “She’s just a little bad, Phaedra,” he said. “She’s been working hard at turning me good.”

Phaedra laughed hysterically. “She definitely has her work cut out for her there,” she said. “Personally, I don’t think she stands a chance. You’re better off finding someone who likes you for who you are, not the person she thinks you should be.”

Madison stiffened and lifted her head to stare the woman down. “I love him for who he is on the inside. That tender part of him that he doesn’t let most people see.”

Phaedra shook her head at her. “He really has you fooled, doesn’t he?” Her brown-eyed gaze shifted to Adam. “Let me know when you get bored with her Pollyanna bullshit, baby. You know it will never be enough for you.”

Adam kissed Madison’s temple and whispered close to her ear, “Go wait for me outside.”

“What?” Narrowing her eyes, she looked up at him. Her hurt for being insulted by Phaedra was rapidly replaced by utter confusion. And a touch of suspicion. “Why?”

“I need to speak to Phaedra in private.” He didn’t look at Madison. His cold gaze was fixed on the woman who was suddenly clutching to her chest the cream-colored jacket that matched Madison’s leather pants.

“But—”

“Go.”

“Adam?”

His gaze softened when he looked at her. He lifted a hand to touch her cheek and stroked her skin lightly with his fingertips. “It’s okay, baby. Just do what I ask, please.”

She still didn’t want to leave him alone with this woman who seemed to know him and was obviously interested in him as something more than a regular customer, but she did as Adam asked and went outside. She did not, however, take her eyes off him as she stood outside the store, staring in through the windows. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was obviously very angry as he yelled at Phaedra, gesticulating aggressively—one arm swinging out toward the door Madison had just exited, the other curled inward as he patted his chest and then pointed at Phaedra, who winced as if he’d slapped her.

Madison strained her ears, but couldn’t hear over the traffic sounds behind her. So she tried to read his lips. It appeared that Adam’s every other word was
fuck
, but she couldn’t be sure. Why had he sent her outside to wait? She would have liked to hear him cuss out Phaedra. Madison reached for the door handle and pulled it open, catching the tail end of Adam’s tirade.