She buzzes with excitement. “That would be cool. Though winter in Florida can still be a little cold.” I stop myself from blurting out that it’s okay; we can do it in the summer. I’m not sure how much she is offering. It’s like treading on eggshells; we’re tiptoeing around a lot of feelings, neither of us willing to commit to words what we want in the future.
A gust of wind blows across the deck, sending a flurry of bubbles up into the air, swirling, then coming to rest on the deck, the railings, and even on Madison’s head. Happiness dances in her eyes as she reaches up to catch the pile of bubbles in her hand and returns them to the tub.
Time spent with this woman is so filled with joy. My mouth swoops down to capture her laughter, wanting somehow to drink it into my being. And instantly, flames of passion ignite between us. Her covered breasts brushing against my chest, her core rubbing against my shaft. Our mouths remain fused together, giving and taking in equal measure. The kisses quickly becoming a dueling of tongues, then pants and gasps as I slip the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders. Leaning her back over my arm, I gaze upon her gorgeous tits, committing them to memory before I take one air-cooled, taut nipple into my warm mouth while my hand fondles her other breast. She wriggles some more over my cock, then shifts to grind up and down on it.
The edging on her swimsuit causes just enough friction to drag a groan from me. “Fuck, Madison, I want to be inside you so badly.”
“Yes, yes … do it,” she demands, pulling my head from her breasts, where again, I am sucking and nipping.
Holding my head in her hands and looking me in the eye, she says, “Just … do … it. Here … Right now.”
My eyes drill into hers. “I can’t. We haven’t got a condom.”
“I don’t care,” she says as she grips my head tighter. “Jarrod, I’m on the pill. I’m safe and I trust you.”
“I always use a condom. I promise.” I tell her. Hardly believing how much I want this when, in the past, I couldn’t imagine ever taking such a chance. Madison is different. With her, I want everything.
“Please, for once, I want to do it with no barriers,” she begs.
“I want that too … with you … only you.”
She slides back on my lap so she can get her hands between us to undo my board shorts. A few more maneuvers, and she’s somehow pulled her swimsuit to the side and is sliding down onto my cock. It’s excruciatingly perfect.
A long, drawn-out string of incoherent words is unleashed from her lips as she takes me fully into her body.
My hands on her hips hold her in place for a moment as I release the breath I was holding. Then, easing my grip, I set her free. And she rides me with reckless abandon. The whir of the hot tub masking her moans and my grunts as she rises, then drops onto my cock over and over again. Her tits bobbing in double time to the rhythm set by her hips.
I’m close, and I reach my hand lower to press the pad of my thumb to her clit, and she gasps. Her movement falters, then changes to an unbearably slow grind as her tight walls squeeze me.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me as hers before her whole body tenses in my arms and she cries out my name into the night air. Her orgasm comes hard as her eyes flutter closed. Her lips part, and the sweetest sound falls from them. Her face is so beautiful in that moment. And then I’m coming too, as her inner walls continue to clutch me tighter.
I’ve never felt so entirely consumed by a woman. It’s overwhelming how right this feels compared to anything in my past. I can’t let Madison go. She may get on a plane tomorrow to Florida, but she won’t be gone from me.
Tonight is a start, not an ending. From this night forward, Madison will always be a part of me.
I hug her exhausted, limp body to me and place a light, barely there kiss on her forehead. Soft, fluffy snowflakes begin to fall, instantly melting as they touch our heated skin.
It’s fire and ice. A bit like us. Opposites joined together in an exquisitely special way.
Chapter 18
Madison
DAY SIX
It’sofficial.I’mgoingto miss him. These six days have been special, getting to know Jarrod. But last night left a mark on my heart that I don’t think will ever be erased. And now I have to leave. I don’t want to. I wish I could stay. I want to cry with frustration.
Finally, I’ve found the perfect man for me. Someone who is kind, caring, and amazingly good in bed. And hot, a scorching sexy kind of hot … But still, I have to say goodbye to return to my life in Florida. It’s just not fair.
The only bright spot is that we’ve made plans. Nothing firm, but still, Jarrod says he wants to see me again. We’ve also agreed to attend Blake and Bec’s wedding together, which is only a few months away.
I’m trying to stay positive, but I don’t think anything can improve my mood. A few months feels a long time. A lot can happen in a few months. Jarrod could find another date to take to the wedding. Dammit, I hate these unfamiliar negative thoughts swirling in my head. I just don’t know how to deal with them.
I zip up my bag and do a quick final check around the room. There’s a soft knock at the door. This is it. Time to say goodbye. I brace myself before saying, “Come in.”
Jarrod steps across the threshold, and the sight of him steals the breath from my lungs. We walk toward each other and meet in the center of the room in a tight, almost desperate hug. It’s exactly the same spot where I first saw him. It’s hard to believe that it was only six days ago when I feel so different.
Who’d have thought that our embarrassing first encounter would end up like this? Certainly not me. I’m a fairly spontaneous person, but even this whirlwind romance has thrown me for a loop.
