Page 22 of Mad for Madison

Someone like Madison.

But he was gone. And maybe it was better that way. Having to wake up next to him would only remind me of how things could have been had our entire lives played out differently. It would have reminded me of the things that could never be.

I resolved to take this with my head held high. It wasn’t a bruise to my ego. Madison had given me exactly what I had asked for. He’d made me feel like he’d wanted me, and I had never experienced such mutual and explosive attraction before. Wasn’t that enough? I had no reason to be greedy.

I sat up in the bed, the comforter sliding off my bare chest and folding over my naked crotch, one leg sticking out, my gaze moving over the room. The moment I noticed something that wasn’t supposed to be there if he’d left before I’d woken up, the door of the bathroom swung open, and a cloud of steam poured into the bedroom.

Madison stepped out, tall and beautiful and as naked as he could be. His tanned skin glistened with condensation, his dark hair wet and matted in thick curls, and his figure as perfect as it could be. “You’re up,” he said.

Dragging my gaze over him, I held back my reply. I was up in more ways than one. A sudden wave of embarrassment passedthrough me. I was too old to be this easily turned on, yet my heart was on fire precisely as I’d wanted. “I thought you’d left.”

“What, like left you all alone in here?” Madison asked, a bewildered smile touching his lips.

I shrugged.

“You’re adorable,” Madison said, although something in the way he said it felt like being playfully scolded.

I did my best to conceal the relief. This feeling was what I imagined a bird might feel when taking flight. It was incredible and uplifting, as if I had shed all my weight and my very nature propelled me to soar to unseen heights.

“What do you want to do today?” Madison asked, crossing the room to where his underwear lay on the floor. He picked them up and tossed them on the bed, then sat down, his right hand touching my ankle fondly.

My heart raced as I looked from his hand to his face, my gaze trailing his sculpted muscles before reaching its destination. “Gran’s playing bridge with her girls in the afternoon. I said I would take Lily out. Probably to the Museum of Natural History. She loves the gigantic skeletons.”

“Lily,” Madison said, smiling. “Such a sweet name.”

His words dragged a reluctant smile from me. I didn’t know what this feeling was. It couldn’t have been anger, yet it felt too much like it. Was I angry with him before the fact? Was I just ready to hear something that was better left unsaid? Was I simply waiting for the conversation in which we reminded ourselves that it couldn’t happen again?

I shuffled around the bed and planted my feet on the floor, then got up while taking a towel Madison had brought to bed last night and used it to conceal how hard I was. “Gotta brush my teeth.”

I slipped into the bathroom and did just that, avoiding looking in the mirror. I was impossibly hard, my cock throbbingso deeply that my entire body pulsed with the sensation. It drove me mad, and it had no place in this room this morning. It should have stayed behind us.

I splashed my face with cold water, and that helped jump-start my brain, directing my thoughts away from Madison’s pretty figure. Relief set in again, but it was nothing like the relief of learning I hadn’t been left alone in here.

I tied the towel around my waist even though the embarrassing part was over. Madison could stroll around naked all he liked, but I wasn’t nearly as comfortable in my body. So I stepped out of the bathroom expecting to find him dressed, ready to hear him say we should probably leave, but instead, I found him lying on the bed, not a scrap of clothing on him, one arm lifted and forearm covering his eyes.

“You’re really happy when you’re naked,” I said from the doorway, my breaths shallow.

Madison chuckled. “Come here.”

I went. It was an unconscious decision. I didn’t need to think about it. Not for a heartbeat did I debate it with myself. He called, and I went; it was that simple.

Madison lifted his head and scanned me slowly and thoroughly. “Now, why would you torture me with that towel?”

I didn’t think you’d want to see me, I thought. But his words gave me courage, so I untied it slowly, moving it inch by inch away from my waist.

“You’re such a tease,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow and extending his free arm to me.

I took the hand he offered and pulled the towel aside. Although I had finally gotten over it, my erection was quick to return. My dick swelled before his eyes, and a quick glance down Madison’s body told me he felt the same.

Could this be real? Could he actually want me even after he had had me once?

I climbed into the bed with him and lay by his side, our bodies meeting and connecting, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

“Are you okay?” Madison asked softly.

I nodded.

He gazed into my eyes for a while longer, hand caressing the side of my torso. “I want to kiss you again,” he said.

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