First Rapture (The Rapture #1)(12)

“It doesn’t matter,” she muttered, sounding as if she was speaking more to herself than him. But she readily tilted back her head as his mouth moved to plant a line of kisses down her throat. “Nothing matters but tonight.”

“It will be different, Madison,” he promised, his tongue pressed against the pulse racing at the base of her throat.

She shivered, her breath coming in tiny pants. “Please…no more talking about the past.”

“I want you to trust me.”

CHAPTER THREE

Madison struggled to think. Hell, she struggled to breathe as the erotic sensations thundered through her.

Why was he doing this?

She didn’t want to know that Luc Angeli had gone back to the trailer. Or that he might actually have felt guilt for having broken her heart.

Tonight was all about revenge. A revenge she’d dreamed about for eight long years.

Of course, her dreams had never matched this moment.

She’d forgotten that a mere brush of his fingers could send lust jolting through her. And that his kiss would make her feel as if she were melting.

She’d been a starry-eyed innocent the first time she’d shared her body with Luc, so overwhelmed with giddy excitement she’d barely been able to appreciate being seduced by a master. Now she was all woman, and while the giddy excitement remained, it was edged with a sharp-edged hunger that was demanding satisfaction.

A realization that was both annoying and inevitable.

Tonight was not going at all like she planned, but grimly ignoring the whispers of warning in the back of her mind, Madison placed her hands on his chest, exploring the satin heat of his skin.

“This isn’t about trust,” she told him, relieved when his eyes darkened at her soft caress. “This is all about need.”

There was a brief hesitation before Luc gave a low growl, allowing himself to unleash the hunger that she could see smoldering in his dark eyes.

“Yes.”

He turned on the edge of the mattress, leaning toward her reclined body.

Madison’s breath tangled in her throat as his bronzed skin glowed in the muted light.

He was stunning. Broad shoulders. A toned chest that was lightly dusted with black hair. Washboard abs, a narrow waist and a thick erection that made her pu**y clench in anticipation.

God almighty.

It’d been so long since she’d felt this near-painful excitement. Eight long years. She’d forgotten just how overwhelming it could be.

“No man should be so beautiful,” she whispered, openly staring.

“I’m not beautiful. But you…” He sucked in a slow, deep breath, his eyes darkening until they looked black in the shadowed light. “I need you.”

She licked her lips. Christ. Was she really going to do this?

Was she going to have revenge sex with a man in the hopes it could purge him from her system?

The answer came without hesitation.

YES.

And she was going to savor every second of it.

Easily sensing the last of her hesitation being seared away beneath the heat of his hungry gaze, Luc was swooping down to claim her lips in a shattering kiss that demanded utter surrender.

He rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She groaned in pleasure. The heat of his skin scorched her with a dizzying pleasure, the drift of his fingers down her arms leaving trails of fire behind. Everywhere he touched was tingling with an excruciating arousal, the faint tang of his male cologne teasing at her senses.

“You feel perfect in my arms, Madison.” He cupped one breast in his hand, gently taking her nipple into his mouth.

Madison hissed out a shaky breath at the feel of his tongue lashing the tip of her sensitive nipple, the sensation arrowing straight to her pu**y. How could he enthrall her with such ease?

And why the hell couldn’t she feel this with any other man?

Was it because she’d fantasized about Luc from the second she’d become aware of her own sexuality?

Or was it the simple fact that he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on?

Lifting her hands, she slid them over his hot skin, stroking them down his back. Smug satisfaction spiraled through her at his low moan of pleasure. It was proof that he wanted her with the same intensity as she wanted him.

As if the thick erection pressed against her inner thigh wasn’t proof enough.

“You’re good at this,” she muttered.

He lifted his head to smile down at her.

“We’re good together.”

“Yes.” Emotions long forgotten seared through her at the familiar bad boy smile and the heat in his eyes. The intensity of them was unnerving. As if she’d harbored a portion of her childish crush beneath the years of seething anger. All at once her instinctive fear threatened to yank her out of her sensual daze.

No.

It couldn’t be possible.

Could it?

“Luc—”

“You were right, Madison, there’s no more need for words.” He kissed her, using his tongue to deepen his possession. Madison shuddered, her body arching beneath the greedy demand of his hands that stroked over her naked body. “Just feel.”

Excitement raced through her like wildfire, the sheer force of his demands overriding her annoying inner voice.

Feel…

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his thumbs teasing at her tightened ni**les, and the hair-roughened thigh that slid between her legs to press against her sensitive clitoris. With every caress he spoke of his need for her. His blatant hunger was the finest aphrodisiac, making her wet and ready.