That Night with You (21 page)

Her eyes dropped to his red tie and a
blush stained her cheeks, but Hayden put his hand below her chin
and forced her eyes to return to him. “Don’t be embarrassed with
me. Ever. How am I to please you if you don’t tell me what you
like?” He rested his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her
around. “Now walk out of the kitchen and head toward the stairs to
the second floor.”

Confused, she glanced back over her
shoulder at him. “Where are you going?”

“
Nowhere.” He patted her
behind. “I’ll be right behind you watching that incredible ass of
yours.”

Her stomach danced at the compliment
and she headed out of the kitchen, conscious of the swing of her
hips. Reaching the steps in the foyer, she glimpsed him coming
toward the stairs. He had undone his red tie, leaving it hanging
about his neck, and was unbuttoning his shirt. Unnerved by the lust
she saw swimming in his eyes, Madison trotted up the
stairs.

At the landing, he caught up to her
and pulled her into his arms. Hayden tugged her to the right and
down a short hall to the master bedroom. He was nipping at her neck
and pushing her across the wheat-colored Berber carpet toward a
Japanese-inspired, platform king-sized bed in the center of the
room. When her calves hit the pale walnut bedframe, she was not
sure if she should flop back on the low bed or try to sit down on
it. Hayden alleviated her conundrum when he picked her up in his
arms and settled her on top of the burgundy bedspread.

She sat up on her elbows and waited as
he tossed his tie to the floor, struggling to free his white dress
shirt from around his shoulders. Glancing up, Madison noticed the
oak paneling that went all the way up the cathedral ceiling. A
matching pale walnut dresser stood alone against the far wall,
while a half-open oak door offered a glimpse of the master bathroom
beyond. Then, she spotted the fireplace set into the wall, which
matched the one on the first floor in austere design.

“
What were you thinking
when you designed this place?”

Hayden stared at her, dumbfounded. “Is
that want you really want to ask me right now?”

“
I’ve been trying to figure
out what bothers me about this house, and I think I just
realized…you weren’t happy when you drew it.” She sat up slightly,
spying his ripped abdominal muscles beneath his shirt.

He came toward the bed. “No, I wasn’t
happy when I designed it. Ellen and I were fighting at the time.”
He threw the shirt to the floor. “We were always
fighting.”

Madison’s eyes never wavered from his
strong arms, wide shoulders, and muscular chest.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Is there
anything else you would like to know?”

She shook her head.

“
Are you sure?” he
persisted, grinning.

She shook her head again.

Reaching for her hand, he lifted her
from the bed. Instead of kissing her, he turned her around and
swept her brown hair away from her shoulders. Hayden stood behind
her, kissing her right shoulder as his fingers glided between her
legs.

“
Like silk,” he whispered,
caressing her folds. “Get on the bed.”

Bashfully avoiding his eyes, she went
back to the bed and stretched out on the burgundy
bedspread.

Tilting his head to the side, he let
his eyes travel over every inch of her. “You are exquisite.” He
gracefully moved to the nightstand next to the bed and opened a
small drawer. Reaching inside, he pulled out a red foil packet and
flung it on the bed next to her. Standing at the end of the bed, he
unzipped his dark blue trousers. “On your back. Spread your legs
apart and close your eyes.”

She was a little surprised that she
liked how he took control and found his instructions comforting.
There was no second-guessing as to what he wanted, and also little
chance of her becoming flustered due to her inexperience. Closing
her eyes, Madison lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide
apart, waiting for him.

Seconds ticked by and her heightened
senses searched the room for the slightest hint of what was to
come. She thought she heard the rustling of clothing, and then felt
his weight on the end of the bed. Madison anxiously waited for his
arms, but when his hands ran up her inner thighs, an excited breath
escaped her lips. What she felt next was not his body enveloping
her, but his fingers spreading her folds apart. When his mouth
closed over her, she gasped. His tongue zeroed in on her tender
nub, teasing it with circles, making her body tremble. When his
teeth nipped at her, she covered her hand over her mouth, silencing
her scream.

Madison writhed on the bed, but he
held her firmly to him and bit down even harder. She moaned as he
tortured her with his teeth, and just when she was about to push
him away, a thunderous wave of rapture overpowered her. She rose up
from the bedspread, screaming out just at the moment her orgasm
swept over her. Her nerve endings were exploding, and every muscle
in her body quivered. The rhythmic pulsations in her loins seemed
to go on and on, longer than anything she had ever
known.

Collapsing onto the sheets, a trickle
of sweat ran down her brow. As she wiped it away and opened her
eyes, she spotted Hayden rolling the condom over his erection.
Madison inspected every inch of his naked body, from his wide
shoulders to his ripped abdomen and narrow hips. When her eyes
settled on his large member, she stared at it. Madison couldn’t
remember him being that big before; but then again, she had been
too afraid to look at him the last time.

As he settled on top of her, an odd
sense of relief washed over her. No longer nervous, her hands
caressed his skin, and she marveled at the taut muscles in his
firm, round ass, back, and shoulders.

Hayden kissed her lips, but this was
not a tender kiss like they had shared before; this one was
saturated with need. As his hands explored her body, her
nervousness returned. He immediately registered the change in her
and pulled away.

“
What is it? Are you
afraid?”

She shook her head. “I’m just
nervous.”

He combed her long brown hair away
from her face. “I have an idea.” He patted the bed. “Roll over on
your stomach.”

Madison looked to the bed.
“Why?”

His lips came closer to her ear. “Do
as you’re told, baby.”

Before rolling over, her green eyes
gave him a wary side-glance. He waited patiently as she got
comfortable on her stomach, and then he raised her hips. Pulling
Madison to her knees, he stroked the white skin on her butt before
prying her legs apart. When his fingers found her moist flesh, he
began stroking her.

“
Now you’re ready,” he
murmured.

His fingers dipped deep into her
wetness, and when he pulled out, he spread her folds
apart.

Madison closed her eyes as his tip
nudged against her sex. She tensed, knowing what was coming.
Instead of him pushing into her, his fingers once again teased her
nub.

“
You need to relax,” he
softly said.

This time he was gentle as he fondled
her, and Madison enjoyed the way he rhythmically moved his fingers
back and forth. Tossing her head to the side, her hips gyrated
against his hand. She could feel the delicious tingle building in
the shallows of her gut, but then Hayden thrust unexpectedly into
her. The fullness that he created caused Madison to wince slightly.
Hayden held her shoulders as he sank deeper into her flesh. Slowly,
he entered her again. Wrapping his arms about her waist, he eased
out, but then he dove in hard and deep. He rammed into her again,
but instead of feeling uncomfortable, Madison discovered she liked
it better when he was rough.

“
Do it like that
again.”

He complied with her wishes, and it
did not take long for him to push her over the edge. Clasping the
bedspread in her hands, she fought to suppress her scream, and just
as Madison caught her breath, Hayden flipped her over and pulled
her onto his lap.

“
I want to see your
face.”

Her flesh spread apart as he lowered
her hips over his erection, but unlike the first time, there was no
discomfort, only intense pleasure.

“
Rise up and down. Put your
hands on my shoulders for balance.”

Keeping her eyes on him, she did as he
instructed, slowly riding him. It felt better this way; she liked
being in control. Madison began to move faster, hungry for more.
His hands encouraged her to ride him harder. She was panting
against him, clutching his shoulders as she felt her muscles
tighten. Hayden was biting her neck, and his fingers kneaded into
her hips, urging her to move faster. Then, just when she thought
she could take no more, her climax erupted. She buried her head in
his shoulder, desperate to suppress her scream.

“
Madison,” Hayden cried out
as his body shook with his release.

Keeping his arms about her, he
gingerly lowered her to the bed.

“
I liked being on top,” she
divulged, while snuggled against his chest.

“
I could tell.” He sat up
and removed the condom. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“
No, I liked
it.”

He dropped the condom to the floor and
rolled with her over to the nightstand. “We’ll try another position
this time.”

Madison watched as he plucked another
red foil packet from the drawer. “Can we do it the rough way
again?”

He came back to her side. “Are you
sure? You’re going to be sore in the morning.”

“
I don’t care.” She lay
back on the bed, eying the muscles in his arms as he ripped open
the red foil packet with his hands. “That’s the last thing on my
mind right now.”

***

Hunger eventually drove them
downstairs to the kitchen. Removing a package of uncooked chicken
from the refrigerator, Hayden opened it and plopped a chicken
breast on a cutting board while Madison searched the refrigerator
for the wine.

“
Your fridge is empty,” she
chided, pulling out the bottle of zinfandel.

“
I’ve been meaning to get
to the grocery store. Be thankful I have this for us.” He waved to
the bagged salad and chicken on the stainless
countertop.

Madison tugged at the white
long-sleeved shirt she had put on to come downstairs. She could
still smell his cologne on his collar, awakening the memory of how
he had made love to her again and again. Blushing, she picked up
the bottle of wine and refreshed her glass, hoping for some cool
relief.

“
You don’t have to cook. We
could order a pizza or something.” She took a sip of her
wine.

“
I don’t mind cooking for
us.”

She took another sip from her
wineglass and observed his lean, muscular torso as he stood by the
countertop, wearing only his dark blue suit pants. “Do you usually
cook dinner?”

“
Rarely. I’ll either grab
something on the way home, or have dinner meetings with clients.”
He motioned to his wineglass. “Can you refill mine, too,
please?”

She added the chilled wine to his
empty glass on the countertop. “It doesn’t sound like you have much
of a life.”

As he began slicing the chicken breast
on the chopping block, he nodded in agreement. “My business demands
a lot from me. It was the same with my old man.”

Madison rested her hip against the
metal countertop, taking in the stark white and steel kitchen. “You
ever get the desire to throw a splash of color on the
walls?”

“
Frequently,” he chuckled.
“Ellen was the designer. I just built the place. I wanted to go
with warm, earthy colors, but she felt it would detract from the
simplicity of the home.”

“
It’s cold,” Madison stated
without thinking. “I mean, it’s pretty and all, but it needs more.
You have an earthy exterior, one that blends with the land, but it
feels like it’s….” She tried to find the right word.

“
Cold?” Hayden filled in
the blank.

“
No,” she asserted.
“Lifeless. There’s no life here. It’s almost like a show house.
Perfect furniture, appliances, wood floors, but there are no
stains, no muddied footprints, no happy voices.”

He put down his knife and stared at
her. “Are you asking why we didn’t have kids?”

“
No, I’m asking why your
home doesn’t appear lived in. Homes are meant to be lived in,
Hayden.”

“
Maybe because this wasn’t
a home, it was just a house. By the time we finished building this
place, and Ellen had completed the decorating, neither of us felt
at home. I think we began to drift apart long before we got
married.”

Madison took a sip of her wine. “Is
that what happened? You two drifted apart?”

“
Actually, I don’t know
what happened. One day I thought we were happy, and the next she
wasn’t happy anymore. We met in college. Ellen was a few years
younger than me and studying interior design. When I got out of
graduate school with my masters, she still had another year to go
with her undergraduate degree. So I waited until she finished
school before I gave her an engagement ring. After that everything
changed.”