Page 9 of Recipe for Love (The Andrades 0.5)
She put her hand on his clenched one. “I think it was more than that.”
He shrugged like he was dismissing her claim, but then he admitted, “I barely remember my father. I was five years old when we left. There is something here I haven’t been able to let go of.”
Family. The only one he’d ever known. Maddy’s heart broke a bit for him. She didn’t know what to say, so she leaned across the divide and kissed him with an urgency that surprised both of them. She wanted to kiss away his pain, kiss away her doubts and whatever else stood between them.
He pulled her to him in a crushing embrace, pulling her shirt free of her slacks so his rough hands could slide beneath and span her small back. Between kisses he said, “I’ll never be a wealthy man.”
She pulled his shirt free and began to unbutton it. “I don’t care.”
He groaned and kissed her deeply, running a hand beneath her shirt to cup one of her breasts possessively. “I hope you mean that, because I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Once you’re mine, I may have to keep you.”
Feeling giddy with passion, Maddy jokingly warned, “Sample my cooking and there’s no more eating out.”
His chest rumbled with laughter even as he unclipped her bra with one hand and gave her bared nipple a light pinch with his other. It hardened beneath his touch, and heat spread through Maddy all the way to the tips of her curling toes. “I want more than a sample, Madison. I want it all. Tell me you want it, too.”
She breathed her answer against his lips: “I do.”
“Let’s go inside,” he growled and kissed her one last time before sprinting around the car to open her door. She’d barely had time to step out of the car before he swung her up in his arms.
After a briefly pausing to open the door, he sprinted down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. He slowed only to lay her across his bed. She was breathing as heavily as he was when their eyes met and held.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes burning with need for her.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
He sat beside her on the bed. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
She blushed and shook her head.
“Not even one you gave yourself?”
Her cheeks warmed more and she looked away.
He pulled her to her feet and undressed her slowly. When she was standing naked and exposed before him, he slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her sex. “You will come again and again until you are begging to feel me inside you. A woman’s first time is one she remembers her whole life. It should be one worth remembering, non?”
Oh, God, yes. Maddy nodded and licked her lips.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
She did.
“Kneel on the bed.”
When she hesitated, he put his hand on her back and guided her forward to the edge of the bed, whispering hotly in her ear from behind: “Trust me.”
She crawled on the bed and waited, facing away from him, as excited as she was nervous. He applied pressure to her back again until she was bent before him on all fours. He whispered to her to lower herself down onto her elbows. She would have twisted herself like a pretzel had he asked in that seductive French accent. He sunk to his knees behind her. His hands came around the front of her thighs and spread them. Then he opened her lower lips. His tongue plunged inside her. She gasped and instinctively tried to pull away in surprise, but he held her in place. He stilled and she relaxed.
Gripping the sheets in front of her, she bit her lip when his tongue repeated its exploration. He lapped her exposed clit and blew on it, then drove his tongue inside her again. She shuddered and pushed back eagerly against his mouth.
With the same talent with which he’d claimed her mouth earlier, he teased and pleasured her inside and out with his tongue until she was crying from the intensity of it. Only then did he thrust a finger into her soaked opening and pump while he suckled her clit.
Heat spread and exploded within her, and she cried out with the intensity of her first orgasm. She was still shaking from it when he withdrew his finger and ordered, “That’s only the beginning. Roll onto your back for me.”
She did and he pulled her forward until her feet were almost touching the floor beside his knees. His hands cupped her breasts, circling her, lightly pinching her nipples until they were both throbbing painfully and begging for the hot, wet attention of his mouth. He pushed her back, holding her in place with one firm hand on her stomach and blew on her dripping sex until she parted her legs wider and whimpered.
He nipped her quivering thigh. “You taste so damn good,” he growled and sank his tongue back into her, this time grazing a spot that sent her nearly into a convulsion of pleasure. His hands slid beneath her buttocks and raised her to give himself better access. Once again his tongue delved and lapped. His teeth teased her excited nub until she gripped his head and held him to her as she neared her second orgasm. He rolled her clit between his thumb and finger then started to rub it with a speed that had her throwing back her head and begging him not to stop.
Thankfully he didn’t, at least not until she came for the second time in her life.
As her breathing returned to normal, she asked shakily, “At which point do you get naked?” She peered up at him. He was still fully dressed between her bare legs.
His smile was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “When you tell me to.”
Two could play this game. She smiled impishly up at him. “And if I never do?”
“I find enough pleasure watching you come that I could from just touching you.” He stood, took both of her hands in his, and hauled her to her feet. Without saying a word, he put her hands behind her back and held them with one of his. The action arched her breasts, something he immediately took advantage of. He kissed one, then the other. His hot breath warmed her skin and sent shivers of pleasure through her. Then his teeth closed gently on one of her nipples and tugged softly. He said, “Some women can come just from this. Let’s see if you’re one of those women.” He suckled her, lapped her, sent her into a shuddering mess while his free hand claimed one of her buttocks possessively.
She writhed against his mouth and whimpered with need. The brush of his clothed legs against her bare legs reminded her he was in control. It was time to change that. Held immobile before him, she used what she had to excite him—her words. “I want you, Richard. Inside me. Please take me, Richard. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He stepped back and shed his clothing. His hand shook a bit as he sheathed himself in a condom. Kissing wildly, they fell back on the bed together and he braced himself above her. Their eyes met and held as he positioned himself between her legs. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
She opened herself wider for him and gasped as his tip entered her.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He slowly entered her with gentle thrusts, each time going a bit deeper. Twinges of discomfort were quickly replaced by the wonder of how good he felt inside her. He took his time, letting her adjust to his size. Then he began to move inside her with a rhythm as old as time. It was better, so much better than she’d ever imagined. He kissed her neck, whispering things in French to her that, although she couldn’t understand, sent her into a hot frenzy.
His hands were everywhere, exploring, and guiding hers. She felt a warmth spread through her stomach and began to sob from the pleasure. His pace increased until he was pounding into her and she was wildly crying out his name.
Spent, he collapsed onto her, bracing himself above her so his weight didn’t crush her. He buried his face in her neck, and she gloried in the feel of him still inside her and the loud beat of his heart. A beat that grew louder and louder until she realized that it wasn’t his heartbeat at all, but someone knocking on the downstairs main door. Banging, actually—angrily and with increasing force.
Richard raised
his head as he, too, heard it. He rolled off her and swore in French. In all his naked glory he walked to the window and cursed again. “Does your cousin drive a limousine?”
Wrapping a sheet hastily around her, Maddy went to the window and stood beside him. She doubted anyone below could see them, but there was a chance. She gasped when she saw two couples outlined in the dim light of the driveway. “Oh, my God, Gino brought my parents. And Aunt Katrine and Uncle Vic, too.”
Misunderstanding the distress in her voice, Richard pulled her into his arms and said, “I won’t let them hurt you.”
Looking from Richard back to her family and then back to Richard, Maddy groaned nervously. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”
Chapter Five
Maddy scrambled into her clothing. Richard rushed to dress, not because he was intimidated by whoever was testing the strength of his front door, but because he didn’t want Maddy to face them alone. They flew down the stairs side by side.
In the main hall of his house, Madison stopped and looked up at him with a concern he wished he had time to kiss away. She took him by the hand and said, “It’s probably better if I go out there alone.”
