“You’re not the only one who owes an apology,” she said softly. Emotion swelled in her throat when he said nothing, but drew her into his arms. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled deeply. “My father always did say I was a spoiled brat, remember? I think you agreed with him more often than not.”
“Your father adored you,” Walker rumbled.
“Yes.” She pressed her lips against his chest, seeking and finding the flat, hard disc of a nipple and kissing it. Walker went very still beneath her caress. “But he was right to say I didn’t particularly like being told ‘no.’ I wanted things my way or no way.”
He spread his hand along her back and stroked her. She spoke next to his chest, hiding her humiliation over what she was about to say.
“If I couldn’t have you on my terms then—”
“You didn’t want me at all,” Walker finished gruffly.
She inhaled and stepped away from him, searching out his face in the dim light.
“If you abandoned me, then I abandoned you just as much,” she whispered.
He put his hand on her jaw. “I never forgot you, Madeline.”
“I wished I could forget you. When I saw you again, I realized why I couldn’t.”
Her fingers moved fleetly around his waist and slipped beneath the edge of his jeans. She began to unbutton his fly. She felt powerfully aware of him, his hardness, his maleness, his scent . . . his heat. The moment felt full, tense and delicious somehow. He said nothing when she grabbed the waistband of his jeans and fell to her knees before him. She removed his shoes and socks, then helped him out of his jeans. When he was finally bare from the waist down, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the satiny-smooth head of his cock. She turned and bru
shed her cheek against the head, absorbing his texture and heat. His hand closed in her hair, forming a gentle fist.
“Turn toward the windows,” he rasped. “I want to see your face.”
They both moved in profile to the moonlight. She held the stalk of his cock in her hand, thrilling to the sensation of hard, teeming flesh. She opened her lips and drew the head of his cock into her mouth, giving him a firm, sucking kiss.
“I’m sorry, Walker,” she breathed against his cock.
He brushed her hair away from her face before he cradled it.
“Then welcome me home,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes and guided his cock into her mouth.
* * *
Walker watched his cock sliding between her lips, held spellbound by her lovely face, excited by the way he stretched her lush lips. He’d fantasized about Madeline’s mouth for a decade or more. He’d never known a woman as naturally gifted at giving head.
She polished him with a firm, wet tongue while she worked her way down his shaft. Madeline may be petite and delicate, but she sucked with the strength of a virago. He furrowed his fingers through her hair and gently urged her up and down on his cock.
It was sublime.
He recalled as he watched her why he’d loved having her give him blow jobs when they’d been younger. It was because she gave herself so fully to the experience. She seemed enthralled as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head back and forth, applying a firm, steady suck that had him crossing his eyes. She twisted her head slightly on the back stroke, giving him a teeth-clenching extra jolt on the swollen vein just beneath the head.
“Jesus, you remembered,” he murmured as he watched her, touched and aroused that she not only recalled the location of his sweet spot after so many years but that he liked having that area treated to a helping of rough love. She responded by scraping her teeth gently against the sensitive patch of skin on her down stroke. He gasped and tightened his hand in her hair.
“Little tease,” he said.
He felt the twitch in her stretched lips as she smiled.
His cock was large enough that he was used to women not taking him fully during fellatio. He found himself fantasizing about full oral penetration in that moment, though, as he recalled all too well that the stunning woman on her knees before him had given the venture a hell of a run in their younger years.
He grunted in tense arousal when she eased him into the narrow channel of her throat. The semen in his balls seemed to leap at the erotic sensation of being encased in such a small channel. She jerked at his invasion and he withdrew quickly, wincing at the electrifying back stroke along her tongue.
“Madeline,” he growled when she took him in her throat again, deeper this time.
He pushed back on her head and his cock popped out of the vacuum she’d created with her steady suck. He resisted an urge to slide his cock back into the heaven of her mouth. She seemed confused as he bent down and lifted her to her feet. The evidence that she’d been so involved in giving him pleasure made something wild and powerful surge in his chest. He wanted to hug her and not let go, fuck her until he filled her with his come, love her until they were both too exhausted to move.