Not that Brett feared Quillan wouldn’t have that same drive; he was a great football player. But Brett felt somewhat lost without his best friend. And being on that field for the first time without Hunter there was going to be difficult.
A knock came on Brett’s open door. He looked up to see Madi, still in makeup and hair curled from their dinner earlier. She’d seemed miles away as they ate together, but he let it be; he knew she was still hurting over what Hunter had done—Hell, who wouldn’t be?
She had a white silk robe on and wore a look of apprehension on her stunning face as she stopped in front of his bed.
“Hey, Sunflower. You ok?” He would be glad when he could stop asking her that question. Far too often lately she donned an expression of sadness, regret, or pain on her face; each time he asked, he feared the answer for he knew she wasn’t really ok.
“Um, I—” Madi wrung her hands, looking far more insecure than she ever had. “Brett.” She took a step forward and leaned her hip against the post at the end of the bed. “You’re my best friend, right?”
“Right.” Of course he was. He always had been, and she’d been his.
“So, you’d do anything for me. Right?”
Brett smirked in amusement. “Of course I would, Madi. But…I’m not digging up Hunt. I know we were pissed at him, but that’s just too damn morbid, sorry.”
Madi seemed to miss his humor and looked down instead, gulping. Perhaps that comment was too premature; Brett gritted his teeth in regret.
Were her cheeks flushing? “I need to ask something of you. Something I’ve never asked. Something I…I need you to do for me.” She was stumbling over her words. Why did she seem so off?
“Madi, baby, what is it? C’mere.” He opened his arms, beckoning her to him.
“And you’ll do it, right? It has to be you, Brett. I trust you more than anyone else, and this is…this is big.”
“Madi,” Brett gave a chuckle. “Whatever it is, I’m in. You know I’d re-sink the Titanic for you. You mean everything to me.”
“Good because…I …I need you to… have sex with me.”
Brett’s brows shot up just as Madi pulled the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Anything Brett had been prepared for hadn’t been this. She was completely naked beneath the robe. Completely, superbly naked. Madison Hope Thomas in the nude, in the flesh, was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen in his life—as he’d always known she would be. He couldn’t keep his desperate eyes from descending her shoulders, down to her perky, plump breasts with their light pink nipples—utter perfection, not too big and not too small but just the right size to be a handful. He took in her athletically trim waist and curvy hips to the little blonde triangle of hair pointing to the place he knew would be the closest thing to Heaven he’d ever get. Her thighs were muscular, and he longed to grab them and spread them open, lose himself in the depths between. His mouth literally watered as his eyes ascended, retracing their pleasurable excursion, back up to her twinkling, sea-foam green eyes.
She was more exquisite than he’d ever dreamed, and his immediate arousal banished all thoughts from his head. He was helpless and speechless as she slowly moved toward him. Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming. This was definitely a dream, he knew. As the woman of his dreams moved onto his bed and began to crawl atop his lap, he indulged in this perfect fantasy.
His erection pressed painfully into her inner thigh as she straddled him and looked deeply into his eyes. Her soft hands moved slowly up his forearms to his shoulders. He shivered as he rested his own on her waist, his eyes moving from her breasts back to her eyes. He felt her nipples touch his pecs and grunted, loving the feel of her bare flesh against his own.
“I haven’t been ok with all this, not really. I need to know if I’m the reason that Hunter cheated. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, Brett,” she whispered, shamefully. Then the beauty on his lap looked down, biting hard into her lip. “I have to know. I have to…”
What was she saying? His thoughts were running a mile a minute, and all he could focus on was how good her sexy body felt pressing against his. Some part of him knew he needed to stop this, knew he should be a gentleman and look away from the splendid physique that enticed him so; but, God help him, he simply couldn’t. He’d done the right thing for far too long where this woman was concerned. He’d held back, stayed quiet, hid in the shadows, and right now, all he wanted was to shout out his claim for the one he’d privately adored all his life. He’d never been selfish with her, never pressed for more, never made his desire for her known—tonight that was all changing.
Before he could protest, before his subconscious mind kicked in and shut this tantalizing scene down, he made the move he’d always longed to make. He leaned up and kissed her just as she was moving her head
