Free The Education of Madeline by Beth Williamson Page A

in her body. The notes echoed through her.
    Madeline heard the brush settle on the floor. His hands ran through her hair.
    â€œSo soft.”
    He lifted her hair to expose the back of her neck. She felt a wisp of a breeze right before his lips landed on her nape. They were soft and hard, hot and demanding. His tongue licked her lightly. She arched toward him. Eager, wanting, aching.
    â€œAre you ready for lesson two?” His voice skittered across her skin.
    â€œOh, yes,” she replied on an exhale.
    Madeline felt a cloth go over her eyes, and she stiffened.
    â€œYou said you were ready.”
    She relaxed, ready to learn whatever Teague wanted to teach.
    The cloth settled lightly around her head, and she was in darkness. She could only feel. And touch. And taste.
    He slipped her nightgown off her shoulders, leaving the entire top part of her body exposed to him. She felt embarrassed by her nudity, and her arms immediately came up to cover herself. His hands stopped her.
    â€œDon’t hide yourself from me. I want to see you. You . All of you. You’re beautiful, Madeline.”
    Beautiful.
    He must have needed spectacles because she was nowhere near beautiful, but she surely felt beautiful at that moment.
    His fingertip grazed her forehead, down her nose, across her cheekbone and her lips. The finger slowly moved back and forth across her lips. She gave in to the urge and kissed his finger. He pressed against her until she opened her lips, and he slowly slid the finger into her mouth. His finger was clean and slightly salty. He pulled it out and then stuck it back in again.
    She felt the primal rhythm and sucked at the digit. He hissed in a breath and pulled his finger out completely. He wiped it back and forth across her lips, wetting them with her own saliva. Then he blew on her lips. The combination of the cool and hot made her entire body pulse.
    Then he kissed her. The kiss was long and hard; his tongue moved like a snake, charming her into following it. He wasn’t touching her other than with his mouth, but she felt like her whole body was against him.
    Teague’s kiss nearly stole her soul. His lips finally left hers and traveled across her cheek to her ear. She sucked in a shaky breath. He gently nipped her earlobe, his breath gently tickling. His tongue outlined her ear before he blew in it, again giving her the hot and cold sensations that caressed her body.
    He kissed his way down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her skin as he traveled. She moaned when his tongue dipped into her collarbone.
    â€œYou smell like roses.”
    â€œMmmm…” She could barely speak.
    Madeline felt him kneel in front of her and pull her knees apart. She resisted his hands until his hand cupped her cheek.
    â€œTrust me, Maddie. I won’t hurt you.”
    She allowed him to spread her legs, and she felt his body slide between them. She immediately clenched in anticipation of more.
    The fabric of his pants rubbed against her tender skin, eliciting sparks that sizzled up and down her. His hands traced her breasts in large circles. Her breathing became irregular as the circles grew smaller and smaller. He was getting closer to her nipples. The aching, hungry points that begged him to touch them.
    Just before his fingers reached the sensitized points, the circles reversed and grew larger. She moaned in frustration.
    â€œPatience, Maddie, patience.”
    â€œPlease touch me, Teague. I can’t…I need…”
    He kissed her softly. She tried to lean toward him, but he set her back on the stool.
    Teague took the ends of her hair and ran them back and forth across her nipples, teasing, tantalizing her once more. She was ready to tear off the blindfold and demand he touch her.
    â€œDo you know what I see?”
    â€œA desperate woman?”
    He chuckled as he dropped the hair and ran his fingers up her arms to her collarbone and then to her neck.
    â€œAn incredibly sexy woman full