Page 25 of Mad Rivals (The Bradley Legacy #1)

I Didn’t Peg Him as a Romantic

Well.

Wow.

I can’t think coherently enough to come up with more than that.

Wow.

That was…

That was something else.

That isn’t even in the same league as the two losers I was with before. Madden Bradley isn’t just a professional athlete set to take over his father’s real estate development business when he retires from playing football. He’s also apparently a sex god.

I’ve never been banged like that. I’ve never had someone with such a dirty mouth say such naughty things to me in the heat of the moment. And if they did, it came off as weird or cheesy.

Not with Madden. Not when he knows what he’s doing and has the most perfect equipment that he definitely knows how to use. Skillfully. With expertise.

He knew exactly what to do…and he did it. It’s like he knew all the secrets to my body. Secrets maybe I hadn’t even uncovered.

He understood the assignment. He knew. He seems to know me down to my soul, and even though we still have a long way to go to really know anything about each other aside from surface stuff, it feels like we’ll be able to get there quickly and easily since we have this intimate knowledge of each other already.

I’m half asleep when I feel the bed dip, and I’m suddenly lying on pillows rather than on Madden’s chest. I suppose I should get up and use the bathroom. Ideally a shower would be nice to rinse off after not one but two romps with this man.

But I’m just so deliciously, achingly exhausted. I don’t want to move.

And I don’t have to.

I hear water running, and a few moments later, I’m woken with feather-light kisses along my arm. My eyes flutter open, and I see Madden there. I swear, I have heart eyes as I look at him, and I was sure, so sure, that he was all wrong for me.

I’m starting to change my mind.

He hauls me into his arms, and a moment later, he’s setting me in his luxurious bathtub.

It’s filled with bubbles that smell like him, and he has the jets of the whirlpool tub already running as he sets me into the warm, soapy water. The jets are heaven on my exhausted body, massaging me in all the right places.

He lit a few candles, and my glass of wine is filled again and sitting on the side of the tub. He also dropped off a glass of water in case I needed any, and honestly, that sounds more necessary than more wine at this point.

I didn’t peg Madden Bradley as a romantic, but here we are. He squirts some of the body wash on a washcloth, and he runs it over the parts of my body not submerged in the water. I lean my head back on the towel he propped there, and I swear I could fall asleep in here.

He pulls one of my legs out of the water and washes it, taking time to wash and massage the aching feet that were jammed into those heels all night.

He does the other leg, too, and then each of my arms. He helps me lean forward to wash my back, and then he washes my front.

He reaches into the water to run the washcloth between my legs.

It’s sweet and passionate at the same time. He’s taking care of me after he put my body through the wringer, and all I can do is lie my head back and freaking enjoy it.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” he says. “Do you want to get in bed or watch from the tub?”

“Watch,” I say immediately, and he turns on the water, and I swear to God, it’s like watching one of those erotic car or cologne or men’s underwear commercials where the camera stops just short of the goods…except I get the full view of this very entertaining show.

He’s not even trying to be sexual as he simply washes himself, and yet as he closes his eyes and leans back so his neck is corded as he rinses suds from his body…

Yeah. It’s sexual. I’m tempted to reach into the water and rub myself to another orgasm. Or let one of those tub jets work its magic on my clit.

I don’t.

I gawk as I drink my water, and he chuckles when he shuts off the water and catches me staring.

I start clapping. “Best show I’ve watched in a while.”

He laughs as he towels off, and then he holds up a hand to help me up. He wraps another towel around me, and he lifts me out of the tub and onto a rug to finish drying.

He pulls me into his arms once I’ve tucked the towel around myself, and he buries his face in my neck. “You smell like me.”

I laugh. “And you always smell like heaven, so I’ll take it.”

He raises a brow. “Heaven? Really?”

I lift a shoulder.

“Well, whatever that coconut stuff is smells like pure joy, just so you know,” he says—or growls. I’m not sure. How does he make even words like that sound sexy as hell?

He’s got a real talent .

“Do you, uh, want to stay the night?” he asks. I can tell he feels awkward asking, but the truth is that I hadn’t considered not staying the night. I’m a grown-ass adult, and I don’t need to explain myself to anybody—my parents included, not that they’ll even notice if I don’t come home tonight.

“Is it okay if I say yes?”

“I’d like it if you said yes,” he admits.

“Then yes. I’d love to.”

“Do you want something to sleep in?” he asks.

I can’t exactly sleep in the emerald gown I wore to the gala. “What do you wear to bed?”

“Nothing, usually,” he admits.

I snag my bottom lip between my teeth. He’s going to be naked next to me for the entire night?

I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off him. Yeah, I’m tired, but my pussy is perking up at the thought of a naked Madden in bed beside me.

I drop the towel to the floor. “Then let’s wear matching outfits.”

He laughs, though he does bend to pick up my towel and hang it on the towel bar. He hangs his own, too, and then he smacks my ass as I scamper into the bedroom and dive under the covers.

He takes my wineglass to the sink, sets the water on the nightstand beside me, and slips into bed.

He gives me the kind of kiss that I’ll be able to dream about all night, and then he settles in beside me.

I turn away from him so I can snuggle my back into his front, and I feel his cock as it’s semi-hard again. Already.

He pushes it near my ass, and I shift back toward him.

He moans. “I know you’re exhausted. You better not start that now.”

I laugh, and I push back again. “I’ll stop. Goodnight.”

His lips find my neck. “’Night. ”

I fall asleep for a bit, and I wake to the feel of his fingertips brushing along my nipples.

It’s dark in here, and I have no idea what time it is, but even a few hours of sleep have me feeling refreshed and ready.

I moan at the feel of his fingers, and when he hears my consent, he applies a little more pressure, massaging each of my breasts and tweaking my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

I shift my hips back, and I can feel how hard he is. The man is always horny, and it’s a good match since I’m feeling greedy.

“God, I want to fuck you bare,” he moans.

“Do it,” I murmur. If I weren’t half asleep, I might think twice about telling him that.

He’s awake enough not to. He reaches over me and grabs a condom, rolls it on, and then he settles back into place.

His fingertips trail down, and he slips a finger into me as he thrusts his cock against my ass again.

I cry out at the feel. I want his cock inside me, and it’s like he knows exactly what I need the second I need it.

He pushes my leg out of the way and then pushes his cock into me from behind.

He reaches around me and rubs his fingers on my clit as he starts to pump into me.

It’s slow and sleepy and perfect all at once, and it feels like this one’s different.

I feel a pulse of emotions for him as he does this to me in the dark, as if he couldn’t wait until morning to be with me.

As if whatever we have is so strong that he was awakened in the middle of the night needing me.

And I need him, too. He’s filling me with his cock, yes, but he’s also filling some need in me I didn’t even know existed until he was there to fill it.

I’m lost to him as he makes love to me in the dark. I want to lean into him, to kiss him and hold him and feel him, but this is good too.

And it’s as I start to come that I realize I’m not sure I’ll ever have enough of this man.

I’m falling already. It’s too fast, and I’m still not quite sure what his intentions are, but I’m in this.

Deep.