Page 87 of A Dangerous Proposal

Alex rose to his feet, his hands already undoing his belt.

He freed himself, his cock hard and aching, the tip pressing against her entrance as he grabbed her hips. Without preamble, he lined himself up and thrust into her in one powerful stroke.

Madison moaned, her fingers clawing at his back as he stretched her, filling her completely.

Alex’s hands gripped her hips, anchoring her to him as he began to move. He held her in place as he pulled back, then slammed into her again.

“I’ve been thinking for hours about fucking you in this dress,” he growled in her ear, and then his lips latched onto her neck.

Each thrust pushed her into the stone, her back arching, her nails biting into his skin.

He wrapped an arm around her lower back, lifting her slightly, angling her just right. Her moans grew louder, her body clenching around him, as her hands fisted in his hair.

Alex growled, his forehead pressing to hers.

“Say it,” he demanded.

Madison’s lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Say what?”

“Say you’re mine.”

She shuddered, her body tensing, but Alex drove harder into her.

“Say it.”

Her fingers curled against his scalp, her walls squeezing him.

“Yours,” she whispered.

His teeth grazed her throat. “And who am I?”

She shuddered, gasping for air. “Alex?—”

He pressed his palm hard against her clit, and she ground against him with a desperate cry.

“Who am I to you?” Heat crept up his spine, his control slipping. But he wanted the words. The need for her to acknowledge it relentless.

Her eyes met his, heavy-lidded and wild with pleasure. “My husband,” she moaned. “My?—”

Her words broke off into a cry as she came again, shattering around him. Alex groaned, a violent shudder wracking his body as he found his own release.

They stayed there, tangled together, their breathing ragged, the night air cool against their overheated skin.

Finally, Alex pulled back slightly, his hands sliding down her thighs. Her body was warm, pliant, her dress still bunched high around her hips. She looked like sin itself perched on that railing, with her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

He shifted back, pulling her dress into place. Without a word he bent and lifted her into his arms.

Madison let out a small gasp, her hands flying around his neck. “What are you?—”

Alex adjusted her in his grasp, enjoying the way she clung to him.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” He carried her across the porch and into the house. Dipping his head, his lips skimmed just beneath her ear, and he relished the way she tensed and then melted into him all at once. “Time to christen our bed,wife.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“How are you feeling?” Madison asked when Cami wrinkled her nose at her mug of coffee.

“Like barfing.” Cami exhaled. “I was doing so good. I thought I was going to skip the whole morning sickness thing.”

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