Page 106 of The Grump I Got Stuck With

“Well, Future Mrs. Shaw, I’ve got big plans for us.”

“Do you?”

“Huge,” I said, yanking her toward my chest as we reached the landing.

She gasped, grinding against me, and I knew she could feel the bulge in my trousers. Her hand drifted down my chest, palming my cock. “I’d like to be given the rundown of said plans.”

“Oh,” I said, catching her face between my palms. “I’ll give them to you in explicit detail.” I tilted my head then, and she pressed up on her toes, meeting me in a kiss. Her lips were heated, eager. They parted as I licked into her mouth, desperate for the taste of her.

By the time we broke apart, she was panting, her cheeks flushed. “Take me to bed,” she begged.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I scooped Madison off her feet. With a yelp, she clutched my shoulders, giggling as I whisked her down the hall to my bedroom—our bedroom.

I set her down on her feet and caught her in another kiss, then another. In between, both of us wriggled out of our clothes with all possible speed. I worshipped every inch of newly exposed skin, running my lips over her collarbone and the curve where her neck met her shoulder and the hollow at the base of her throat. She scrambled onto the bed, pulling me with her. I needed to reacquaint myself with everything that was Madison, and as I crawled down her body, I relearned the swell of her breasts and the roundness of her hips, letting my lips brush her clit gently before making my way back up.

“Tease,” Madison moaned, her hips bucking.

“Oh sorry, did you want something?” I whispered playfully as I let my hand trail back down her stomach, slipping between slick folds.

“Mm-hmm,” she groaned, her eyes snapping closed at the touch.

“Tell me.”

“Just…that,” she said as I started a slow circle around her clit. “More of that.”

I continued my ministrations, watching for the moment when her lips parted and her head pushed back into the pillow.

My cock throbbed at the sight of her, needy and wanting.

I kept the circles tight, concentrated, and with a cry, Madison came, the rush of her orgasm leaving her trembling. She clutched my arm as my fingers slowed. I didn’t move, letting her ride out the aftershocks against my hand.

When she opened her eyes again, she turned her head to look at me.

“Hi,” I murmured.

“Hi, yourself.” She let her hand drift down my bare chest, across my abs, dipping over my bellybutton—and then, shockingly, stopping. I wanted that perfect hand wrapped around my cock. I wanted to be inside her with a desperation I’d never known. I wanted to hear her cry out in my ear and beg me to release her.

I tipped forward, kissing her hard, running my tongue along her lips. She opened her mouth to me and as we sank further into the kiss, she tugged on my arm, pulling me down to rest more of my weight on top of her. Her legs parted, her hips moving slowly, and I could feel that delicious heat calling to me.

“Wait,” I said, breaking the kiss before things could intensify. “Let me grab a condom.”

She clutched my shoulders, holding me in place, nipping at my jaw. “I’m okay if you don’t.”

My pulse throbbed. “You’re sure?” I said, my lips finding hers once more.

“Very sure. I need you,” she gasped as my cock pressed against her. “Right now. Exactly like this.”

“Need me how? Tell me.”

“I need you inside.” She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck. “Fuck me, Alistair. Please. Remind me how good you make me feel.”

Her wish was my command. I was going to make her see bloody stars. I braced myself against my forearms, lining my cock up against her entrance. Madison parted her legs further, and with a single, slow stroke, I sank into her.

I groaned. It was truly like sliding home.

“Fuck,” Madison hissed.

“I’m working on it.”