Page 40 of A Dangerous Proposal

Desire rushed through him, his entire body instantly hardening as she reached for his belt loops and tugged him forward until their bodies brushed.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whispered. The soft, sweet scent of her skin wrapped around him like a drug when she stepped closer.

“Are you going to use me for my body, Angel?” His tone was mocking, but his heart raced out of control.

“Absolutely.” Her lips curved. “Are you saying you’re doing anything different?”

Alex’s pulse kicked harder, a dark heat curling low at her words. “Maybe I was looking for a friendly conversation?”

She rose up and nipped his jaw. “I don’t want to talk.”

“What do you want?” His fingers bit into her hips, and he jerked her forward so that she couldn’t help but feel him against her.

“To forget,” she breathed without hesitation.

He slid his hands over her ass to cup her as he bent to run his nose along the graceful line of her neck.

Fuck! She smelled good.

“Forget what?”

“Reality.” The words were barely audible, but he heard them and lifted his head.

“I can definitely help with that,” he said, and then crushed her lips beneath his.

If she thought fucking him for the next several hours would help her forget, he was more than happy to oblige.

Alex ripped at the buttons of his dress shirt, hearing the satisfying pop and ping of several hitting the floor as he yanked it off. His chest rose and fell with the force of his breath, and Madison’s eyes flared as she drank in the sight of him. Hermouth parted in an O, and a slight flush pinked her cheeks. She lifted one hand, and it hovered over his exposed torso.

He froze. He hadn’t thought before taking his shirt off. It wasn’t as if tattoos were unusual, but he knew that his chest and arms, covered in the tattoos that told of his rank and his history in his family’s bratva, were at odds with the suits he wore.

The feel of her fingers, tracing the intricate lines over his shoulder, and then lingering over the crown with a star rising out of it that covered his pectoral, had his skin twitching.

“These are…” he braced for her next words, reminding himself that it didn’t matter whether or not she liked them. They simplywere, and it had no bearing on what was going to happen between them.

“Beautiful,” Madison said, her eyes heating as her fingers moved to the skull lower on his abs. Her touch was feather-light, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him.

“Beautiful?” he echoed, his voice rough.

Her lips lifted in a wicked smile as Alex’s skin burned beneath her touch, every stroke of her fingers setting him on fire.

Madison might want to forget, but he suspected he never would.

Chapter Twelve

His mouth crashed down on hers in a searing kiss—raw and desperate—His tongue sweeping against hers in a rhythm that made her knees weak. Madison moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she clung to him. Her body molded to his, soft curves pressing against hard muscle.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice hoarse

Madison hesitated, but the heat in his gaze made her obey. She let out an audible gasp when his lips found the curve of her neck, then traveled lower, leaving a trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses down her back.

Dropping to his knees behind her, his hands slid over her waist and down her thighs. His mouth followed, pressing kisses to the soft skin just above her knee before moving upward again, deliberately slow.

The sensation of his beard against the delicate skin had her writhing, and his grip firmed to hold her in place.

Madison whimpered when his tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin high on the inside of her thigh. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her body trembling under his touch. Hishands tightened on her hips as he coaxed her legs apart, his breath hot against her skin.

“So beautiful,” Alex murmured, his voice rough and filled with reverence. “So fucking sweet.”

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