If You Leave: The Beautifully Broken Series: Book 2 Read Free Page A

sister thought I should come out and meet someone. To quote her, I’m ‘getting mean as hell and need a piece of ass.’ ”
    Madison laughs, a low and husky sound.
    “Do you? Need a piece of ass?”
    She sounds anxious. And interested.
    I hold her gaze.
    “More than you can imagine.”
    I slide my hands from her back down to her ass, cupping it, squeezing it.
    “And I like yours,” I add. I’m being cocky again, but she seems to like it.
    She practically purrs as she leans into me even closer, her nose almost touching mine. Her lips hover so close that I can feel them.
    She slides her hands down to my ass, gripping it in her fingers.
    “Yours will do.”
    The air hangs heavy between us, charged and electric. Our eyes are locked and we each pause, waiting for the other to make a move.
    The anticipation is killing me.
    I take a breath.
    Then she takes one.
    Her lips graze mine and her mouth smells like mint. And then before I can think another agonizing thought, she covers my mouth with her own.
    Finally.
    Her tongue slips into my mouth and she tastes like Heaven, like an icy drink of water at the end of a hot day in the desert. Our tongues tangle together and her lips consume mine. I find myself instantly rock-hard and she notices.
    She smiles against my lips.
    “I think you liked that.”
    “What gave me away?” I ask with a grin, wedging myself even tighter against her.
    Madison grins back and kisses me again. The second kiss is just as consuming as the first. She seems a little bit desperate, a little bit vulnerable. And a whole lot sexy.
    She slides her hands back up my spine, wrapping her arms around my neck. As she does, I run my palms along her sides, feeling the skin of her back beneath my fingers.
    “Remember when I told you that my feet hurt? I’d like to take my shoes off.”
    I stare down at her. “So take them off.”
    “At your place,” she adds.
    I inhale sharply as I grip her hips even tighter.
    “You don’t have to say that twice.”
    And she doesn’t. I grab her hand and practically drag her toward the street, hailing a taxi.
    In less than a minute we have tumbled into the back seat of a cab and we’re speeding toward my apartment.
    Madison kisses my neck, tugging at my ear with her teeth as her hands skim my chest. “How far away do you live?”
    “Not very,” I manage to say. I’m actually proud of myself for being able to speak at this point, since her hand has made its way down to my throbbing crotch. I arch my hips so that I am planted more firmly in her hand.
    She licks my neck.
    “You taste good,” she whispers.
    I can’t take it. I wish she were wearing a skirt, but she’s not. So instead I cup my hand between her legs, moving my thumb in circles against the outside of her pants. She moves against me, moaning.
    I thrust my hand into the front of her pants, finding her panties completely soaked.
    I slip one finger in.
    And then two.
    Then I withdraw them both and slowly rake them into my mouth.
    Her eyes widen, exhaling a tiny sigh as her fingers clutch me.
    “Are you drunk?” I ask her. I don’t know why, but it feels like the right thing to do, to make sure that she’s not.
Please say no
, I silently urge her as her fingers spin circles around my nipple.
    “No.”
    Thank Christ. I don’t ask again. Instead I lift her onto my lap and rock her against my body. The friction is both satisfying and frustrating.
    Her eyes widen as I thrust against her through her clothes and she reaches her hand down to skim it over my throbbing dick.
    “You’re enormous,” she breathes, her eyes widening in both apprehension and appreciation.
    I grin.
    “When we get to my house, I’m going to fuck you with that,” I tell her in her ear. “And you’re going to like it.”
    Her teeth graze my lip, her hips firmly planted against mine. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
    I smile against her throat before I bite at it.
    “Very sure. In fact, let’s make a deal. If